Aztec Eternals

v1 Chapter 522: family tree

Remember [New] in a second! The sun rises and sets, and it is dusk again in a blink of an eye. It was a clear evening, and the brilliance of the setting sun came from the western sky. It dyes through the burning clouds, illuminates the majestic Great Temple, and shines with splendor all over the sky.

Looking at it at a glance, the sky is scarlet red, the sunset is golden red, and the top of the Great Temple is blood red. This red country is reflected in the eyes, as if the kingdom of God has come!

The high priest Shuttle wore black sacrificial clothes, a feathered stone crown on his head, an obsidian necklace around his neck, jaguar leather boots under his feet, and an emerald scepter in his hand. With a solemn expression, he watched the sunset in the sky silently, and walked down the towering Great Pyramid step by step.

After the expansion of the Great Pyramid was completed, it was nearly 70 meters high, with six floors inside and outside. The newly built sixth floor was built with blue bricks, reinforced with mortar, and the foundation was additionally expanded. It took five years to build this layer alone, consuming more than 10,000 prisoners of war.

The setting sun shines on the face, bringing the far away warmth. The high priest was meticulous and walked down the altar step by step step by step. Then, he turned slightly and walked into the not-too-distant chief palace with steady steps. The fiery red sunset disappeared behind him, and black shadows shrouded in front of him. He walked through the corridor of shadows, climbed the raised stairs, walked through the corridors of the gods, and finally came to the chief hall at the top.

The elder was dressed in sacrificial attire, holding a staff in his hand, and sat quietly on the cold stone seat. He stared at the door calmly, and the setting sun appeared behind him again, dyeing his silver-white hair with a faint blush.

The high priest paused slightly, startled. It has been a long time, and he has not seen the elder get up. An inexplicable premonition welled up in my heart, turning into an ominous shadow. However, his expression did not change, he just lowered his head, knelt down on one knee, and saluted the elder.

"Respected Elder, the descendant of Akama Pichitli, Shutter, greets you!"

"Well, Shuttle, you don't need to be too polite."

The elder nodded expressionlessly. He raised his hand slightly and whispered calmly.

"Come, sit beside me."

Hearing this, the high priest raised his eyebrows. He stood up, paused for a few breaths, and then slowly stepped forward. Shadow Chevali had already moved a stone chair and placed it opposite the elder. The high priest saluted slightly and sat down calmly. The two faced each other head-on, only two steps apart.

"Since the Eastern Expedition, how is the situation of the two grain roads in the north and the south?"

"Dear elders, the north and south grain roads can still be maintained."

The high priest pondered for a while before answering in a deep voice.

"More than a hundred thousand troops marched eastward, and the logistics and food mainly came from the capital. Three years after the western expedition ended, there was no flood in the alliance, the states continued to pay tribute, and the warehouses had a little savings...Northern grain road, a total of more than 200 miles , transported to the front line, ten losses one or two. The south road grain road, a total of 400 miles, was transported to the front line, ten losses two or three. And the city-states of the alliance have support, the Vastec alliance and the Kingdom of the Lake, both have food supplements. Come...to wait until the autumn harvest in October, there is no problem."

"What about after the autumn harvest?"

"After the autumn harvest, it is necessary to reduce the army and withdraw half of the army to reduce the burden on the front line. As for whether the southern vassals will pay tribute after the autumn harvest this year, it is not yet known."

"Um."

The elder nodded slightly, thinking for a moment. Then, he continued to ask.

"Since the Eastern Expedition, how is the situation in the capital in the lake?"

"Dear Elder, the city in the lake is as stable as a mountain."

The high priest looked confident and responded calmly.

"There are 4,000 royal warriors in the capital, 2,000 temple guards, and 1,000 elder guards. The nobles, priests, and commoners in the capital all supported the Eastern Expedition, prayed day and night, and never neglected. After the completion of the Great Temple, there is no need to travel to other places. Supply of wood and stone. The High Priest has promulgated teachings to control the merchant groups in the capital, arrested dozens of spies from various ministries, and confiscated the property of the merchants...Since the Eastern Expedition, the north and south roads have gone smoothly, and the city is as stable as a mountain."

"Ah, very good!"

The elder smiled rarely. He stretched out his skinny old hand and patted the high priest's shoulder lightly. Then, he lowered his eyes and said calmly.

"Xiter, last night, I suddenly had a dream."

"Senior citizens?"

The high priest was stunned, and looked at the face of the elder, but only saw a flat lake.

"...what dream?"

The Mexica value omens, believing them to reveal destiny. Dreams are the most common omen.

"...It was a very dark night. I heard my brother's call and stepped into a deep forest."

The elder looked calm, and with a little reminiscence, he narrated his dream. The corner of his mouth gradually raised into a smile.

"In the depths of the forest, there is a towering sacred tree. I came to the bottom of the sacred tree, followed the direction of the voice, looked up... and saw my brother's body standing on a high branch. He laughed Call out to me."

"The Elder's Brother...the First Lord Montezuma..."

The high priest pursed his lips and listened patiently. The shadow in his heart is gradually growing, devouring the light of life.

"He said... 'Terel, Tererel!'"

The elder's full name is Trakaelel. And Teeler was his nickname. This name, since the death of the first king Montezuma, no one dared to call it again.

At this moment, the smile on the elder's face became more obvious, even a little strange. His eyes were a little cloudy, and his expression was a little dazed, like an old child, calling his nickname in a low voice. An inexplicable warmth surged in his heart. And this kind of emotion has not appeared on him for many years.

"...I was surprised and looked at my brother. He smiled and said to me, 'Terel, come up quickly! I have been waiting for you in this tree for twenty years! They are all waiting for you !...'

So, I raised my head and looked carefully at the tree..."

Speaking of this, the elder lowered his head and narrowed his eyes, as if he was recalling a very special and profound scene. There was silence in the hall, even the wind stopped. It was not until a long time later that the elder raised his head, smiling old and kindly.

"Little Shuttle, guess what I saw?"

"..." Gu Herring

The high priest pursed his lips and said nothing. His expression became vicissitudes, and his eyes became dim. After a while, he replied in a low voice.

"You saw the corpses of the ancient kings, they were all on the tree, smiling at you."

"oh?"

There was a hint of surprise on the elder's face. He nodded slowly and asked with a smile.

"Little Xiutel, how do you know?"

"Dear elder, I have also had such a dream."

The high priest took off his feather crown, lowered his head slightly, revealing the same silver-white hair.

"The priest's inheritance says, 'The living corpse of a heroic spirit stands on the tall sacred tree of the family, smiling at the newcomer...this is a harbinger of death'!"

"Yeah, the omen of death... the omen we share..."

The elder nodded, his expression unchanged, and continued with a gentle smile.

"...that sacred tree has many branches and is divided into upper and lower layers. There are people standing on each layer. There are steps on the tree. When I came to the first layer, I saw Tisok shot through his throat. He saluted me and shouted 'Grandfather!'..."

"...Then, in front of Tisok, was Asaya Cartel who died of illness. He lowered his head and shouted 'Grandpa!'..."

Asaya Cartel is the elder brother of Tisok and Avitt, the third generation ancestor of the Mexica Alliance.

"...I didn't say a word, I continued to walk up and came to the second floor. First there was your father, Hitler, who died in battle. He asked me, 'Brother, how is Little Shutter?'"

Speaking of this, the elder's eyes became deep, and his expression returned to calm. He watched High Priest Shuttle, and the High Priest watched him. Afterwards, the elder seemed to be a different person, and repeated gently.

"Little Shutter, are you okay?"

The high priest was silent for a while, lowered his head, and responded calmly.

"...Father, I'll be here soon."

"...well, well...in front of Hitler, was Tessomok who also died in battle. He saw me, smiled, and asked, 'Cousin, my youngest son, Avit Are you okay? His brothers are waiting for him here.' …

I laughed and told him, 'Avitt is fine. He is a wonderful kid. But, it will be a long time before he comes over. ’…”

Tsosomok is Avit's father, an early general of the alliance. He was a cousin of Montezuma and the Elder, but married Montezuma's eldest daughter, Princess Atotostelli.

"Beside Tsosomok, there is little Atotley. She holds an obsidian dagger in her hand, and she is still so heroic. And further forward, is her elder brother who was assassinated, Chimal Popoca. I bowed to him, and he bowed back..."

Chimal Popoca is the third king of the lake capital, the elder brother of the elder. He was only 29 years old when he died, and died of assassination.

"I kept walking and saw an empty seat, and then I saw my brother, Montezuma. He was delighted, looked at me, reached out, took my arm...he said, 'Come on , Terel, stand by my side!'”

The elder looked a little dazed. Everything in the dream is so real, and the reality is within reach, making people fall into it. The darkness came in like a tide, as if it was going to swallow people up... The elder bit his lip hard, feeling a bit of pain, and broke free from the vortex of the dream. He gasped for a while, spoke faster, and continued.

"...My brother held out his hand to me, but I shook my head and refused. I said 'wait a minute, I still have something to do...not to mention, I lived longer and did more, so I should stand In front of you!'"

"The elder brother shook his head with a smile, and nodded again. He let go of his hand, pointed to the upper floor, and said with a smile, 'Okay then, you go up first and meet your uncle, father and grandfather!'."

"So, I continued to go up and came to the third floor. I saw Uncle Iscoartel first. He was holding a scepter in his hand, and his face was still so calm. We saluted each other... I remember, I was exactly forty-four when he died of illness."

Iscoartel is the fourth emperor of the capital city in the lake and the first Grand Tratoani of the Three Kingdoms Alliance. Together with Montezuma and Telakaeler, he established the Mexica Tri-State Alliance.

"Further on, there's my father, Vizieri Vettel. He holds a hummingbird feather in his hand, and has a small smile on his face. Did he die of illness, or was he poisoned by the Tepanek? Until Now, there is no answer. All I know is that I was twenty years old when he died."

Vizier Vittel is the second ancestor of the capital city in the lake. During his reign, Trochtitlan was a vassal city-state under the Tepanek Alliance, but its power was growing rapidly.

"I continued to go up, and the last floor was the grandfather I had never seen, Acama Pichitli. I couldn't see his face, I couldn't hear his voice, I just saw a picture on a wooden board, a picture There is a tree painted on it. But I know that he is our common ancestor, the origin of the Mexica royal family, and the beginning of the family sacred tree!"

Acama Pichitli was the first emperor of the lake capital and the founder of Trochtitlan. He founded the city-state and built the innermost of the six great temples. Since then, the **** of war, Vitzilopochtli, entered the temple and became the patron saint of the Mexica.

The long story finally came to an end, the hall returned to silence, and a needle could be heard.

The elder closed his eyes~lightnovelpub.net~ panting slightly, recovering his exhausted physical strength and calming down his ups and downs. The high priest watched silently, his thoughts drifted away, and he didn't know what he was thinking. And the sacred tree of the Mexica royal family is hidden in the blood of the two.

Time passed and the sun sank into the mountains. The last twilight gradually faded from the sky. Sensing the change in the sky, the elder finally opened his eyes and looked at the high priest who was looking at him in the same way.

"Sitre, have you heard the call from the sacred tree?"

"Elder, I heard you."

The high priest looked solemn and nodded calmly. His heart was completely shrouded in black shadows, and he calmly welcomed his fate.

"Ah, very good!"

Looking at the calm high priest, the elder had a gratified and kind smile on his face. He opened his mouth slowly, paused word by word, and asked gently.

"Well, my child...can you help me, first go to the family's sacred tree and say something?...I will be there soon."

The elder's words fell faintly, without a trace of emotion. The setting sun finally completely disappeared, taking away the last vitality. And the deep darkness is coming from the sky, like an endless dark sea, completely engulfing the hall!