Yanfeng Shenshan, towering into the clouds. The glaciers will not melt for ten thousand years, and the cold pines will become forests for a hundred years. And further down, there are steep cliffs, huge rocks, and pungent sulphur pits hidden in it, linking to the bottomless abyss.

Selot was sitting on a volcanic rock holding the scepter of the death skull. He looked at the vast sky, overlooking the magnificent mountains and rivers, and his expression was as calm as a sacred mountain.

This is 1,500 meters above the water valley city and 3,500 meters above sea level. The mysterious ancient Temple of the Dead is located behind the king. In front of the king, at a glance, is the vast basin, the rolling mountains in the distance, and the holy city of Cholula that can be seen in the distance nearly a hundred miles away.

Elder Priest Wizier bowed his head and sat beside the king. He carefully looked at the ancient temple, carefully guessing the reason why His Royal Highness of the Mexicans chose to meet him here.

"Elder Wizier, this is Pocatepet Sacred Mountain, not far from the ancient Temple of Death."

After a long time, Shirot said lightly, with a smile on his face.

"The ancient volcanic **** of death, watching us here. Here I am, receiving the scepter from the **** of death. I prayed before the statue of the **** of death, and listened to the enlightenment of the ancient god... He gave me the authority of the Tlaxcalans , and also hand over the holy city of Cholula to me!"

"...praise the **** of death..."

Elder Wizier was silent for a while before responding respectfully. He is the hereditary high priest of Cholula, and he doesn't actually believe in the revelation of the **** of death and the authority given. It's just that, in such a place full of divinity, he had to be careful to avoid angering the unknown horror... Elder Wizier thought for a moment, then spoke cautiously again, trying to guide the topic.

"His Royal Highness, the authority of the Tlaxcalans is not so easy to grasp!"

"Oh?"

Shirot smiled and asked in a deep voice.

"I have an invincible army, I have the scepter of the noble **** of death, and I also have the approval of the Tlaxcalans... How can I not grasp the power?"

"Your Highness, people will be blinded by the appearance in front of them and cannot see the truth behind them."

Elder Wizier shook his head. He stretched out his hand, pointed to the pine forest in front of him, and answered calmly.

"Just like this forest! We look at the lush beauty, but we don't know that the forest is full of deep pits and fissures... How could the Tlaxcalans under the gods recognize the enemy of the broken family? ?"

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Shirot raised his brows and his voice became cold.

"Tens of thousands of Tlaxcalans are plowing for me, and almost no one escapes. Isn't this a form of recognition?"

"Your Highness, this is not an approval. The Tlaxcalans, never approved of you."

Elder Wizier looked directly into the eyes of the king and denied it again.

"The Mexica Legion was wanton capture, scattered all over the land in the south, killing at every turn. The captives had no way to escape, they were afraid of death, and they had no food on their bodies, so they had to bury their heads in farming... In fact, it was just Obedience after fear is just seeing an illusory light in the darkness of despair, and holding it tightly in your hands in vain!"

"...dark and light..."

Hearing this, Shulot was silent. After a while, he responded calmly.

"No, the light they see is real. Everything they do is not in vain."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Elder Wizier was slightly taken aback. he asked tentatively.

"His Royal Highness, what will you do with these captives?... Sacrifices? Or slaves?"

"Neither sacrifice nor slavery. At least, most people don't."

Shirot straightened his spine and told him frankly.

"I want them to become the subjects of the Kingdom of the Lake!"

"Huh? This...it's not easy."

Elder Wizier looked surprised. He naturally knows that behind these words, the financial and human resources that need to be paid, the need to overcome people's hearts and conflicts.

"In the Kingdom of the Lake, there are the Mexicas, the Prepechas, the Otomi, and the Turks... I treat them equally, and I will ensure their food and clothing, and leave a way to rise."

Shirot responded with a smile, with strong confidence.

"Now, I have enough patience and means to turn the people of Tlaxcala into my people!"

"this..."

Elder Wizier lowered his eyes and thought for a while before he sincerely sighed.

"His Royal Highness, you have the mind of a king! Just like the creator of the Toltec Empire in myths and legends, you embrace the whole world!"

"A king's heart?"

After thinking about it for a while, Shilot had a good impression on Wizier. he said with a smile.

"No, I just know how big the world is."

"Well, the world is so big that even with the might of the Teotihuacan Empire, it cannot be completely conquered."

Elder Wizier responded carefully, meaning something.

"His Royal Highness, the Teotihuacan Empire has colluded with the evil in the volcano and has mastered a powerful force! They have conquered most of the world, two thousand miles from north to south, and more than three thousand miles from east to west! However, what will happen to them? What about it? Even with the strength and prosperity of the Teotihuacan Empire, it will suffer the disaster of rapid demise because of the anger of the gods! ... And today's Mexica, and Teotihuacan once were How does it compare to people?"

"Ha ha!"

Hearing this, Shilot laughed. Comparing the past with the present is the most common sophistry technique. It is used with one heart, and there are many ways to do it... The young king shook his head with a smile, and his words were full of confidence.

"Elder Wizier, I have been inspired by God, and I can see both the past and the future! It's totally different!  …”

"...Conquering the world is not only the mission of the Mexicans, but also the trend of the times! If this is not possible, when the new era begins, the world will only be destroyed and dead!"

"Uh..."

Hearing this doomsday prophecy, Elder Wizier frowned, pursed his lips, and did not speak for a long time. He felt very troubled. Although the Mexican His Royal Highness is young, his will is extremely firm, and there is no room for him to take advantage of it. After a while, he sighed, changed his way, and begged softly.

"His Royal Highness, the holy city of Cholula has been inherited from the Toltec era. It is the light of civilization in the world of Navarra! It has an extraordinary meaning in the hearts of the world! Please also keep your legions. God's goodwill!"

"Oh? The light of civilization...reaches into the heart...keep goodwill?"

Hearing these familiar words, Shulot inexplicably wanted to laugh. He still shook his head, expressing his heart.

"In my opinion, keeping this so-called holy city is meaningless to the alliance!"

"...Your Highness, you didn't send a legion to attack the holy city directly... That means you have scruples and care about the meaning of the holy city!"

Elder Wizier straightened up, and his words became slightly tougher.

"All the tribes in the world respect the holy city of Cholula! Those who attack the holy city will lose their hearts!"

"Haha, human heart?"

Shirot still smiled and asked lightly.

"Do you mean the hearts of priests, nobles, warriors, or commoners? If I don't attack the holy city, can I get them?"

"Your Highness!...You..."

"In the world, it is best to have only one holy city!"

Shirot's expression turned cold and he answered sharply.

"I restrained the legion and did not directly attack the Holy City, but was just waiting for a suitable excuse!...Or, a satisfactory answer!"

"Huh?...Answer...satisfied?"

Elder Wizier lowered his head, thought for a moment, and decided not to detour. His eyes were bright and he asked in a deep voice.

"His Royal Highness, when the wind meets the cloud in the right place, it will become the spring rain at this time, bringing life to the earth! ... What is the answer that will satisfy you?"

"Well... the holy city of Cholula is far away from the kingdom of the lake. I don't have to attack it. You retain the precious heritage of the Toltec people, and you may be able to make greater contributions in many ways!"

Shirot thought for a while before answering. He did not know the specific situation of the elders of the Holy City, and only calculated according to what the alliance and the kingdom saw.

"...However, the premise of all this is that you must surrender your independent financial, military, and divine powers, and obey the arrangements of the royal family and the high priests! You must integrate into the alliance and serve the great cause of the Mexicans conquering the world! "

"...hand over independent power and obey the alliance's arrangements?"

Hearing this, Elder Wizier's expression was a little bitter. He gritted his teeth and asked tentatively.

"Your Highness, don't you... don't want to dominate the world?... Elder of the Holy City, I would like to support you, as long as you leave us a way out. In the future, if the alliance changes..."

"Huh?! Elder Wizier!"

Shulot's expression turned cold, and he stared sternly at the emaciated old man in front of him. All his goodwill disappeared in this sentence.

"I never want to hear such a despicable joke a second time!"

"...Yes, Your Highness."

Elder Wizier looked at His Highness's cold and stern eyes, and couldn't speak any longer. After a while, he sighed helplessly, and had to resort to the last trick.

"His Royal Highness, we have a lot of sincerity about the future of the Holy City and the alliance... In addition to the old man who came here, there are also two elder priests, who went to the capital city in the lake and the north, respectively, to meet the high priests of the capital city, and The king of the Northern Road Army!...Please wait a few more days and stop sending legions to loot outside the city of Cholula and terrorize the people in the city..."

"Huh? Envoys have been sent to meet the High Priest and the King?"

Hearing this, Shulot pondered for a while, but did not speak for a while. It is more appropriate that the fate of the holy city of Cholula should be decided by the high priests or the king. In this way, the powerful means he originally planned was not very easy to execute immediately...

The young king stood up, looked at the vast and high glacier, and his heart became hard again. He glanced at Wizier lightly, and said coldly.

"Elder Wizier, I have enough patience to wait. But the premise is that Cholula City cannot become a threat to the South Road Legion!"

"Ah? Your Highness, what do you mean?"

"Since the Eastern Expedition, many Tlaxcalans have fled into Cholula and near the holy city. Among them, many are god-born nobles with warriors, and many are ordinary people with families and mouths. Militia!... These people are all threats to the South Road Legion!"

"this..."

Elder Wizier's thoughts turned. Cholula State originally had a population of 200,000, half of which were in the hands of the local Tlaxcala nobles, and the other half in the hands of the twelve priest-elder families. Among them, only the 100,000 people who lived in Cholula city and its vicinity in the hands of the priestly family were regarded as the remnants of Toltec.

And since the Mexica expedition, there are as many as 40,000 or 50,000 Tlaxcalans who have fled into the state! Among them, there are many warriors who are good at fighting, and Ding Zhuang who can defend the city. If you hand over them, wouldn't it be self-destructing the city...

The elder priest pursed his lips, thought for a long time, but did not say a word.

"Huh? You don't want to?"

Shulot raised his brows~lightnovelpub.net~ and waved his hand. He turned around and was directly surrounded by hundreds of samurai, going down the mountain.

"Hehe, let's see you on the battlefield! The South Road Legion must never have any hidden dangers and hide them by your side!"

"Ah, Your Highness!"

Seeing this, Elder Wizier stretched out his hand and shouted anxiously.

"Hand over! We are willing to hand over all these Tlaxcalans to you!"

"Oh?"

Shirot turned sideways and looked at the elder priest.

"How many are they?"

"Two... no, thirty thousand young and old..."

"Not enough, you can't hide it from me!"

Sherlot stretched out his finger and shook it, leaving an ultimatum.

"Within two months, hand over 40,000 young men and women, 40,000 young and old under the age of 35! I will let you go. Remember, the South Road Army is forty miles away, the holy city of Cholula, There is no choice!"

The icy words scattered on the mountain, like snowflakes falling from the sky, making Elder Wizier feel cold all over. He knelt on the ground and stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to shout against it, but only saw the back of the young king, walking farther and farther in the forest.

The cold wind blew through the thin clothes and poured into the old body, bringing a bone-chilling cold. A cold era, as if coming from the wind, reshaped everything.

After a while, Elder Wizier stood up with difficulty and looked at the ancient Temple of Death. It was only then that he suddenly discovered that there was dark red dead blood hidden between the brick walls of the black stone of the temple. The dead blood was almost dry, hidden deep in the ancient crevices, but it had long since lost its vitality. What's the use of keeping this dead blood? Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!