"What? Let the leader of the priests, Petel, dance in the tent to congratulate the king and the generals?"

Hearing the king's words, the tent suddenly fell silent. The bright bonfire shone in the tent, illuminating the outlines of everyone's faces and sketching out different expressions.

Avit half-smiled, looking at the priest leader of Cholula. In the eyes of the generals, some are surprised, some are joking, some are full of pride, and only a few are plain scrutiny.

"this!"

Hearing this, the priest leader Petel suddenly widened his eyes, and anger surged in his heart.

He subconsciously clenched the priceless turquoise necklace around his neck, feeling the warmth of the divine object, suppressing the violent emotions. He was the leader of the Holy City, sitting high on the throne for thirty years. For a long time, the god-born nobles of which city-states, the priests and elders of which tribes, have not respected him, and dared not be slighted in the slightest? !

"Ok?"

Avet narrowed his eyes, looked at the priest leader in front of him, and asked coldly and dangerously.

"Why, you don't want to?"

"Ah this..."

The king's undisguised killing intent struck, and Petel shuddered. He looked around, looked at the armoured Mexica generals, looked at those burly figures, fierce and dangerous faces... At this moment, Petel was like a fox alone among the jaguars, and he felt the slightest brotherhood. Trembling, chills down the spine.

"Dear King of Mexica..."

Petel pursed his lips and bowed his head to greet the king, his thoughts running fast.

"No, this dance, no matter what, I can't dance. Once I dance, the name of the holy city of Cholula will be completely ruined!"

The chief priest was anxious. He racked his brains and started to procrastinate.

"...The old age is too old, and the legs and feet are inconvenient, so I can't..."

Avit had no expression on his face, stretched out his hand to hold the obsidian dagger around his waist, and asked again coldly.

"you are not willing?"

"...Ah! Supreme, the King of Mexica who rules the world!"

Petel gritted his teeth and smiled respectfully. He bowed deeply, almost level with the ground.

"Last night, I suddenly dreamed of the God of War! He is towering and towering, entrenched on the sacred Snake Mountain, and handed down the will of the gods!"

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Avit raised his brows. He watched the old priest chief, still clenching the unsheathed dagger. All the generals in the tent opened their eyes with great interest, looking at what the old priest could say.

"...God of War is at the head of the gods, and it is unforgettable..."

Petel stood up a little, with a memory on his face, as if he had seen the glory of the God of War in a dream. He kept calm, first acknowledged the status of the main **** of the God of War, and then continued to praise.

"The God of War told me that He had long predicted that His Majesty would capture the fortified Feathered Serpent City today! He blessed the Mexicans who were chosen by God, and punished the lost Tlaxcalans... The war of the Eastern Expedition is destined to end with the victory of the descendants of the God of War! Because this is the will of the God of War and cannot be disobeyed!"

"Ok..."

Hearing this, the faces of the generals in the tent softened slightly. Most people nodded in agreement, believing in the blessing of the God of War.

A few days ago, Petel hurried north from the Holy City, making a low-key detour all the way, hiding the Tlaxcala nobles along the way. Although the nobles of the Tlaxcala states have always respected him very respectfully and often made offerings, but at this point where the overall situation is clear, those who should be abandoned should be abandoned decisively, and those who can be sold should be sold as soon as possible.

Then, Petel raised his head and looked at King Avet respectfully. He had a loud voice and a skillful devotion on his face.

"Supreme King, you are the divine descendant chosen by the **** of war, and the destined master of the world! The holy city of Cholula has been enlightened by God and recognizes you as the sacredness of the world. All priests and elders are willing to spread it to the world!  … I also wish to do my little power to persuade the lost Tlaxcalans to obey the holy for you!"

"Oh? The God of War is chosen, the Lord of the world? Spread the prestige and persuade the various ministries?..."

Avit narrowed his eyes again, thinking about the words of the leader of the holy city, the cold killing intent gradually disappeared. After a while, he suddenly smiled, stared at Peter's neck, and said meaningfully.

"The chief priest of Petel, the turquoise necklace around your neck seems to be divine and familiar to me."

"what..."

Petel was slightly startled, and his heart trembled.

In Mesoamerican mythology for two thousand years, turquoise symbolizes wisdom and immortality. It is the most prized gemstone, and it was believed to have divinity as early as the time of the Olmecs. And the turquoise necklace around his neck is called "The Ring of Eternal Life of the Wise", but it is the most precious fetish in the holy city of Cholula, which has been passed down from the ancient Toltec Empire to this day!

"...The supreme king of Mexica, you are the god-king chosen by the gods, so you should wear the most precious artifacts and inherit the most ancient divinity!"

Looking at Avette's narrowed eyes, Petel was secretly ruthless. He gritted his teeth and carefully removed the necklace around his neck.

"This turquoise necklace, called the 'Ring of the Wise Man's Immortality', is a treasure of the Toltec era! It consists of 20 turquoise stones the size of pigeon eggs. Each turquoise stone is extremely hard Excellent, smooth and delicate, showing the blue of the pure sky, symbolizing the blessing of the gods of the kingdom of God!"

The fire is bright and falls on the turquoise necklace with pure color, revealing the shallow lines outlined by nature, with a round and bright luster!

Seeing this, the Mexican generals in the tent all looked surprised. They are all born in honorable nobles, and naturally they know that this level of turquoise is of such high quality that it can be said to be rare in the world! Even the gems in the lake with stable quality are two grades worse than it. And a beautiful gem like this must be a fetish handed down by various states, and it will never appear in the market!

"The supreme king, the 'Ring of Wise Eternal Life', was inspired by the high priest of the Toltecs five hundred years ago and made by himself. Later, it was worn on the necks of generations of holy city priest leaders~ lightnovelpub.net~ It has been passed down for nearly five hundred years! The necklace contains immortal divinity and the blessings of the gods..."

Speaking of this, the priest chief Petel looked around the crowd with a holy face on his face. Then, he took two steps forward, came to King Avit, slowly knelt down on one knee, held the necklace in both hands, and sang like a god.

"God king who is destined to conquer the world! You are the descendant of the Toltecs, with the most noble bloodline! ... Please put on this string of precious fetishes and inherit the glory of the Toltecs, Immortal rule the world!"

"Well...the ring of immortality for the wise, the Toltec fetish...the **** king who serves the world..."

Looking at the leader of the priest kneeling in front of him, Avit's mouth gradually burst into a smile. Although the Mexicans claim to be descendants of Toltec, in fact, everyone knows the origin of the tribe. And such a sacred artifact with a long tradition can prove to the theory that the alliance dominates the world.

"Haha! Chief priest of Petel, you are a wonderful person!"

After a long while, Avit laughed, looking very happy. The atmosphere in the tent was suddenly relaxed. The generals also laughed. Then, the king stretched out his hand, took the priceless turquoise necklace, played with it twice, and threw it at random beside the seat.

"Since that's the case, sit next to me and watch the audience dance!"

"call..."

The chief priest, Peter, took a long breath, looked at the turquoise necklace distressedly, lowered his head, and carefully sat down beside the king. With his back against the sacrificial robe, he felt a burst of dampness and heat, and then he suddenly realized that his body was already completely sweaty! Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!