The residual fire burned in the water valley city, and a curl of black smoke rose. On the temple pyramid in the center of the city, there are bloodstains that have not dried up. This was the end of the last resistance of the Tlaxcala warriors. Around the pyramid, in the mansions of the hereditary nobles, there are traces of axe and sticks everywhere, as well as fallen male corpses.

The main road running through the city is divided into two sections with different colors. One is the charred black after the fire has burned, and the other is the dark red after the blood has coagulated. In the middle of the two ends, there are broken spears, bent feather arrows, broken leather armor, and stumps that have not been cleaned up.

There was a dead silence all around, occasionally mingled with distant cries. I don't know how long it took, a small group of more than ten warriors appeared from the north side of the main road and slowly walked towards the south. The leader was a mexican warrior captain, followed by three or four Prepecha warriors, and behind them, six or seven lightly armed canine warriors.

In the middle of the team, there was a thin old man wearing a feather crown and a Chinese robe. He was guarded by more than a dozen samurai in the center, and he was also imprisoned in the center. He watched the post-war scene along the way, his eyes skipped the familiar buildings, but it was not what he remembered at all. He remembered the prosperity of Mizugu City in the past, anxiety and fear hit his heart, and it only turned into a silent sigh.

"Savage mexican barbarian!"

"Dear Priest Elder Wizier, let's go this way!"

The Mexica warrior captain looked respectful, turned sideways, and pointed in another direction.

"When the city was trapped, there was a fight on the road ahead, and hundreds of Tlaxcala warriors died. There has been no rain in the past few days, and the blood on the ground is sticky, and the feet are sticky when walking."

"Well. Praise the God of War! It's time to work."

Wizier smiled kindly and nodded. He also didn't want to get his cotton boots dirty.

A gust of light wind blew, and the rich **** smell came over the surface, with a dash of corrupt stench. In hot spring, corpses are always prone to decay.

The noble holy city priest elder looked stunned, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the sticky blood in front of the meeting. He didn't speak, just pursed his lips, carefully followed in the footsteps of the samurai captain, and walked another path.

The path twists and turns through low huts and huts to the southern gate. This is an ordinary civilian area, usually with a large number of bottom mothmen. But at this moment, when Wizier looked around, the large huts were empty, and there was not a single trace of people, only a few bloodstains.

Wizier froze in his heart and lowered his eyes. He continued to walk in silence, but the canine warriors on both sides showed curiosity, and looked at this thin but noble "tribal priest" from time to time.

"Huh? He doesn't seem to be able to fight at all... That's it, he can't even beat a wolf, can he also be a priest of the big tribe?"

"Shh! Maybe he can do some powerful magic, let out thunder or flames... um. I smelled herbs from him."

"Herbs? Is it a witch doctor?"

"Not like. He doesn't seem to be used to it when he smells blood."

"What? Are there any tribal priests who are afraid of blood?"

Wizier bowed his head slightly, suppressing the unhappiness in his heart. Facing a holy holy city priest and elder, there was no respect in the eyes of the canine barbarians on both sides. They even pointed and whispered, almost spitting saliva on his priestly robes.

"Ignorant barbarians, ignorant dogs!..."

Wizier cursed in his heart. However, when the anger passed, an inexplicable fear flooded into his heart, causing him to tremble faintly.

"There are so many savage northern dogs in the legion of His Highness Death?..."

"Okay! Dear Priest Elder Wizier, let's get out of the city from here!"

The captain of the Mexican warrior smiled, pointed to the south city wall not far away, and pointed to the south gate opened by the hole, and said proudly.

"It's here! The heavy armored warriors wielded big axes, broke through the city head, and captured the southern city of Water Valley City! At that time, the fighting was extremely fierce. At the head of this city alone, more than a dozen people of Tlaxcala were killed in action. A hereditary noble!"

Hearing this, Vizier was stunned for a moment and looked at the city wall not far away.

From bottom to top, the entire bluestone city wall was almost blackened by flames. And in the scorched black, there is a dark red after the blood has evaporated. Near Nancheng, most of the wooden buildings were burnt to nothing, leaving only a few broken and broken walls, which recorded the **** and cruelty of the war. If you look closely, you can even see that the solid stone walls have pits and gaps, which should be the result of being bombarded by some copper cannons.

"The seemingly sturdy Mizutani city...is so vulnerable..."

After a few breaths, Wizier regained his composure and replied with a forced smile.

"Blessed by the God of War! What a... glorious battle."

"Haha! The supreme Lord God will always bless our Mexica Union and promise us the world!"

Hearing the praise of the elders of the holy city, the warrior captain burst into laughter with pride on his face. Afterwards, he held the sun talisman around his neck and prayed devoutly.

"Believe in my God, Huitzilopochtli! He is the most powerful and omnipotent! He gives us sunshine and rain, harvest and food!  …"

"..."

Wizier bit his lip and lowered his head to hide the changing expression on his face. Intense anger rose in his heart, mixed with an increasingly obvious unease.

"Such a prayer!...Where are the Navarra gods to be placed?!..."

"Elder, look!"

After praying, the samurai captain's expression became kinder, and he looked at Vizier as if he was looking at himself. He led the crowd to the dark red south city wall, pointed to the city gate with a smile, and said to the respected elders of the holy city.

"In order to show the glory of the first-class warriors and to spread the glory of the Supreme Lord God, the brave black wolf commander personally ordered to hang the heads of the Tlaxcala nobles on the city gate!"

"what!"

Wizier looked up, and with just one glance, he could no longer suppress the shock and fear in his heart! He let out a low, trembling voice.

"This! This!... These gods were all..."

"Yes! They are all the gods of the Tlaxcalans, and I killed one myself! He held it for a long time before he died, and he couldn't even utter a word, let alone leave a moving poem."

The samurai captain shook his head disdainfully at the thought of the godborn he killed a few days ago. Then, with an expression of admiration, he pointed to the elderly head hanging at the front. The head glared angrily, his mouth opened, revealing a set of white teeth, as if he was still roaring.

"Look! The first one is Arcotel, the patriarch of the water snake! He was a brave warrior who dared to die. He pierced his heart with his own hands and released the soul that was bound in his heart, Teyolia! Such a warrior, Even the enemy ~lightnovelpub.net~ will definitely go to the kingdom of the Lord God! ... And, before he died, he also left two poems of warriors!"

"Arcotel, before death...poetry...poetry?"

For some reason, Wizier's voice was hoarse and his words stuttered. He stared blankly at the heads of the old acquaintances, and the memories of chatting and laughing with each other came to his mind, bringing him a real death threat that he had not felt for a long time!

"Yes! I think about it, what is it..."

The samurai captain scratched his head and looked at the pale elder of the holy city. After thinking for a while, he smiled brightly, revealing his sharp yellow teeth.

"...Water snakes will swim in the Tianhe, and black snakes will sink in the abyss! The distant ancestors will take away my soul, and the gods who are close at hand will not be able to save you!!..."

"what!"

Wizier let out a low cry, and his feet were no longer stable. He looked up at the death at the head of the city and stumbled and fell on the blood. Then, he stretched out his hand and wanted to stand up against the ground, but his hands were bright red!