Remember [New] in a second! Outside the tent, the warriors sang joyously and played bamboo flutes. The war dance in the tent rests, and the smell of wine is fragrant. The king asked with a smile, and all the generals were silent for a moment.

"Singing and dancing..."

The four city-state army commanders looked at each other, their expressions a little unnatural. Each of them occupies one side, and they are the most honorable honorable nobles in the city-state. It can be said that they are the real masters of the states. They have always watched others dance, and almost never danced for others.

The heads of the city-states were quiet for a while, feeling a little dissatisfied. According to the oldest tradition of the alliance, the king of Mexica is the Grand Tratoani, and they are all the Little Tratoani, which is the difference between the big and small leaders in the tribal alliance, not the strict monarchs and ministers of the Chinese dynasty.

Especially the elder Sourwood patriarch, Yotico, a glorious nobleman from Tepanikapan. He is fifty or sixty years old this year, has controlled the city-state for twenty years, and has been located in the remote Acidwood City all year round. The last time I danced for His Holiness was eleven years ago, on the Elder's 80th birthday. But that is the immortal sun, the great man who shaped the alliance, and the heroic spirit who survives in this world!

"Well... the king of the capital city, and the leaders of the states..."

Chief Priest Patel narrowed his eyes, thinking silently like an old fox. Looking at the situation in the tent, he had a deeper understanding of the distribution of power within the Mexica.

"Okay! Dear king, I am the youngest, I dare to sing and dance for you first!"

After a moment of silence, Izel got up first. With a smile on his face, he bowed to the king, looked at the other three regiment leaders, and walked to the middle of the big tent. Afterwards, holding a wooden club without a front in one hand and a shield in the other, he danced the mountain family's sacrificial dance.

"O majestic and lofty mountains,

You are the seat of God of War!

You are radiant, with a brow gleaming with glaciers,

You are calm and thick, with a body that stands tall and rocky,

You are indestructible, with thighs of granite,

You are blessed with a heart of gold and stone!

...you are the glory of the mountain family,

An ancient and heroic soul is entrusted.

And at this moment, you bowed your head slightly,

Homage to the king who rules over all,

That is the blessed King of Mexica!

..."

Hearing this, the remaining three city-state army commanders all lowered their eyes, cursing inwardly. Izel even dedicated the ritual singing and dancing of the Shanshan family to the king! Not only does this represent complete surrender, it also sets them all on fire.

"good very good!"

Avit stood up and praised with satisfaction.

"Izel of the Shanshan family is a truly glorious warrior! He captured the Feathered Serpent City Lord alive, which is the first victory in this battle! Come, let's toast together and celebrate the warrior!"

"...Congratulations to the king, and congratulations to the warrior!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank the complex wine. Izel smiled back at the crowd and glanced at the other three city-state leaders before turning around and taking his seat.

"...Dear king, you lead us to conquer the feuding city-state! Please allow me to dance for you!"

After a while, Reed Patriarch Xintel was the second to stand up. He was born in the northeastern state of Atotonilk, and his family has fought with the Tlaxcala people who are close at hand for generations, and the hatred is the deepest. And Avette led the army to march eastward, destroying the dead and killing countless enemies all the way, which can be regarded as avenging the city-state.

"...I heard the reeds singing,

On the hills at sunrise and sunset,

In the swamp where water and sky meet!

I drink the **** river,

Drink deeply the undrinkable.

Then I'll go into battle,

Grain clam

Fight for loyalty and kings,

Die for the glory and the Lord God!

..."

Sintel sang leisurely, danced a mournful sacrificial dance with swaying reeds, and then bowed his head to the king in salute. The expression on his face was respectful and sincere.

"Okay! The Reed family is the descendants of the gods in the Northeast of the Alliance, and they are loyal subjects of the royal family! Come, Xintel, have a drink with me!"

Taking a closer look at the other party's expression, Avit nodded in satisfaction, and gulped down the wine.

During the Eastern Expedition, the royal army marched through the state of Atotonilke, which shocked the whole country. Coupled with the breakthrough of the northern important town of Tlaxcala, the local nobles in the city-state were completely subdued by the central government of the royal family. next...

"... I am among the cliffs and the woods, and I hear the wild wind!

I fought in the wilderness of the wind until my chest was torn apart!

You will see my beating heart, my life flowing...

It has long been prepared to dedicate to the faith of the Lord God, to the invincible king! "

The patriarch of "Xiajin", the honored nobleman Pacho stood up and performed a family sacrificial dance. Afterwards, he bowed to the king, drank all the water and wine, and retreated calmly.

"The Invincible King..."

Avit raised his brows slightly, drank a cup, and his mood changed. The patriarch of "Xiajin" danced the family sacrificial dance, praising the Lord God, and he was quite obedient. Of course, this kind of obedience requires the king to have great martial arts... He moved his eyes and landed lightly on the elder **** descendant, "Sourwood" patriarch Yotico.

In such a situation, Jotico had no choice but to stand up slowly and salute the king. He took off his feather crown, revealing his gray hair, pursed his lips, and picked up the heavy wooden stick with both hands. Instead of holding a shield, he danced a violent makwawit dance. This is not the sacrificial dance of the Suanmu family, but the dance of warriors.

"...the baton wields, with the glory of obsidian!

Brave warriors will fight for honor.

Like an eagle, but also like a tiger. Like jade, but also like stone.

fight! fight! Kill to the end of the sky!

Till the obsidian wears away, till the baton breaks,

Till my endless blood,

Give back to the **** who gave me life!

..."

After the song was over, Yotico saluted slightly and drank a glass of tequila, showing a certain degree of obedience.

"Yes. Not bad! Although the Patriarch of Sourwood is old, his skills are still vigorous, and he is worthy of being an outstanding warrior in the west!"

Avit didn't show his face, smiled and praised, and drank a glass of wine with Yotico. At the same time, in his heart, he silently put an end to Yotico's fate...

"Well, it's time, in this Eastern Expedition, to change the patriarch of the Suanmu family."

After the four legion commanders finished dancing, the atmosphere in the tent became lively again. All the generals toasted each other and sang enthusiastically, full of the masculinity and confidence of a warrior. This Eastern Expedition~lightnovelpub.net~ The old enemy Tlaxcala was beaten so helplessly that they could only huddle in the city to defend, which is really exciting. The great Mexica Alliance will surely win and conquer the East in one fell swoop!

The night fell and dissipated, and it was already dawn. All the generals drank happily and were already deeply drunk. At the end of the banquet, Avit held up his scepter, looked around at the drunk generals, and roared with a big laugh.

"Praise the Lord God! Praise the ancestors! The Eastern Expedition will surely win, this is God's declaration! Roar!"

"Ho, praise the king! Ho, the Eastern Expedition will win! Ho Ho!"

The generals responded loudly, howling wildly like wild animals. The banquet ended here, and the hilarity dissipated in an instant. And the flames of the Eastern Expedition will not stop, and will continue to burn in the entire valley until they destroy the ancestral land of the Tlaxcalans, the remaining three snake cities!

Soon, the big tent fell silent. The dawn light penetrated into the big tent, bringing a faint light, like a faint vitality. Patel, the leader of the Cholula priests, sat by the fire, looking at the twilight of the zenith, pondering over and over again in his heart.

Avit sat up straight, drank the glass of honey water that Gilliam handed over, and the drunkenness dissipated in his eyes. Then, he looked at the chief priest who was waiting on the other side of the fire, and asked indifferently.

"Peter, the holy city of Cholula, when will the city surrender?"