At the end of May, there are spring rains, and the joy of the growth of all things. The embankment of the capital city in the lake is full of lush Metasequoia trees. Under the Great Pyramid in the temple area, the magnificent and strange jacaranda are blooming. In the splendid season of late spring, the eyes are full of lush vitality, and there is no trace of withering.

On the second day, the high priest looked as usual, dressed in sacrificial clothes, and once again came to the towering priest's hall. More than a dozen priests and elders, dozens of high-level priests, nearly two hundred low-level priests and apprentices, all bowed their heads and obeyed their orders!

The high priest first issued a decree, ordering the last eight thousand selected Dingkou to immediately set off from Gyeonggi and migrate to the Kingdom of the Lake. So far, the 70,000 Mexican immigrants promised to Xiulote in July last year have all been moved out, and there are still 5,000 more. Afterwards, he dispatched another 10,000 militiamen to add a batch of grain in stock and transport it to the South Route Army.

For these measures, the God of War elder Yazar was a little slandered. During the spring ploughing season, the migration that delayed the cultivation... The high priest was really biased in order to take care of his grandson.

The high priest was determined and did not stop. He once again issued a decree, and from the Priest University in the capital, he selected more than 200 priest apprentices who were about to complete their studies and sent them to the Kingdom of the Lake. Accompanying him were dozens of middle and low-level priests of the high priest line.

All the priests and elders were a little surprised. The whereabouts of the priest apprentices are not important, but these dozens of middle and low-level priests all hold real power in the priest groups at all levels of the alliance! In order to assist the Kingdom of the Lake, the High Priest was willing to give up these positions?

Acap smelled something unusual. He lowered his eyes, did not say a word in the high priest group, and immediately interrupted the communication with the messenger of the holy city.

"This kind of juncture, this situation...maybe something big is going to happen!..."

Next, the high priest issued a decree again, summoning the messenger of the holy city of Cholula, the priest and elders of Quiao. After talking with Elder Queao for half a day, he decisively announced that he would go east in person to discuss the matter of "peace talks and surrender" with the priests and elders of Cholula City!

Hearing this, the elders of the High Priestess were shocked.

The holy city of Cholula, however, is in actual war with the Mexica alliance. Going east hastily, many risks are unavoidable. And inside the capital, the immortal elders are also terminally ill, and I don't know how long they can last. At this juncture, the supreme leader of the alliance theocracy actually wants to leave the crucial capital city in the lake and go east to the dangerous hinterland of the Tlaxcala people, and send an emissary to the city of Cholula with an unpredictable attitude?

However, the will of the high priest is as firm as jade and cannot be shaken. In less than two days, he temporarily handed over the highest academic affairs to the elder priest Ugel, and took the envoys of Cholula City to the east!

The group walked in a hurry, without stopping, and could travel sixty or seventy miles a day.

Elder Quiao is still less than fifty years old, and he can't hold on. He has been pampered in Cholula for many years, and he has never traveled so fast. As the theocratic leader of the alliance, the high priest is in his sixties this year, but he is still fast-paced and constantly running. He walked faster and faster, faster and faster, like a burning candle, and his eyes seemed to have light!

At the beginning of June, the group finally traveled 400 miles and came to the South Road Camp under Shuigu City. When Shilot received the letter, he was extremely surprised. Barefoot, he ran out of the camp in disbelief, and he saw his grandfather in high spirits. Grandfather was straightening his spine, holding his scepter and smiling majestically at him.

"Respected high priest, commander of South Road, Shirott greets you!"

"Well! Don't be too polite. I'm coming from the capital, going to Cholula to talk with the priests and elders."

The high priest smiled and nodded. He raised the scepter in his hand and calmly commanded the crowd.

"I have worked hard all the way, and I will rest here for a day. Shirot, there is no need to hold a banquet, just a simple reception!"

"Follow you!..."

Night came in a blink of an eye, and after a simple dinner, everyone settled into their tents and rested. It was quiet outside the coach's tent, with only a few teams of guards patrolling and guarding. At this time, naturally no one would not open their eyes to disturb the rare gathering of the grandparents and grandchildren.

Seirot, dressed in casual clothes, sat on the lower head and looked at his grandfather with concern.

I haven't seen him for half a year, and my grandfather seems to have aged a lot. He took off his priestly attire, revealing a thin and dry figure with a head of silver-white hair. His back was a little hunched, and the skin on the back of his hands showed many age spots, but there was only a gleam in his eyes, which was heartbreaking.

"Grandfather...why did you come in such a hurry without even saying hello? You know, the four states of Tlaxcala are still at war, and there are many rival tribes scattered and fleeing..."

Seeing his old grandfather, Shilot complained a little, and was even more worried. My grandfather is in his 60s, and he is not resting in the capital, but has come to a dangerous place of war!

"To negotiate with the holy city of Cholula, send a young priest and elder. My army is surrounded here, and they can't find the flowers!"

"It doesn't matter. When I came, I brought a large group of temple warriors. The South Route Army cleaned up all the places along the way very well, and I didn't encounter any hostile tribes."

The high priest Shuter looked relaxed and smiled. He looked at the heroic grandson with tenderness in his eyes.

"When I came, I saw the nearby farmland. The corn was sprouting, and it seemed that it had been ploughed in spring?"

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"Exactly!"

Hearing this, Shulot's eyes gleamed, and he was a little proud. He took a divine scepter from the hanger in the tent, inlaid with an ancient skull, and handed it to his grandfather.

"Look, this is the 'Death Skull' that I obtained from the Temple of Death in the Mountain of God! With this shocking fetish, coupled with the guidance and preaching of the priests, the Tlaxcala captives on the southern road resisted it. The heart is greatly reduced. They can already be used by the Prepecha warriors to cultivate and cultivate..."

"The legendary death skull?"

The high priest stretched out his hand and stroked the black jade-like skull, looking a little surprised.

The temple of the **** of death and the skull of the **** of death are hidden in the mountain of Yanfeng, leaving a myth of hundreds of years. They are the miracles and fetishes revered by the Western Mexica and the Eastern Tlaxcala. And the old priests in the Temple of Death have legends that see through life and death and know the future.

"Well. I took Bertard and Naxiu, climbed the mountain, found the temple of death, and got this skull. I don't know if this is the legendary fetish. Unfortunately, the old priest inside Has been killed by the Tlaxcala warriors, leaving only a few obscure prophecies, and the truth is unknown..."

Speaking of this, Shirot's expression was a little regretful. However, he has arranged for priests with the army to process these prophecies well, and then spread them among the army and prisoners. And the content of the processed prophecy is naturally "His Royal Highness has received divine grace and is destined to rule the people of Tlaxcala..."

"Shirot, let me hear the prophecy."

The high priest looked solemn and commanded in a deep voice. Afterwards, he listened to Shiroutte's recitation, thinking about the meaning behind it.

"...Death is at hand, and the brightest morning star is about to fall.

Immortal gods will die one after another, in the sacred habitat! ..."

The young man's recitation was deep and clear, like the cry of a nighthawk. The high priest listened to the obscure prophecy and stroked the "Skull of the God of Death", and his eyes gradually changed.

"...Death closes his eyes, touches invisible death, and in death breeds life!

And then he too will die, in the place of the moon and the mountains..."

Soon, Shulot finished reciting and looked at his grandfather with concern. The grandfather fell into a long period of deep thought, and after a while, his expression returned to calm, and he nodded solemnly.

"Shirot, my child, you were inspired by God... Don't mention these prophecies to others. Remember them well, don't forget them!"

"...Yes, Grandfather!"

Shirott solemnly promised. Afterwards, the two talked about the history of the Temple of the Dead, and then turned to the current war.

"In the last month, I have suspended the army's attack and concentrated on securing the rear, clearing the occupied southern states, and taking in the captured prisoners. Now, the southern army has captured 120,000 Tlaxcalans and sent them to the southern waterway. More than 30,000 people have been transported! Among them, Cholula City handed over 30,000 Tlaxcala people, and these people's food for a year. According to the previous agreement, they will hand over another 50,000 people!  … "

"Oh? Cholula's old foxes, willing to hand over 80,000 people to you?"

Hearing this, the high priest's eyes flashed, thoughtful.

"Ha! Grandfather, tens of thousands of troops from the South Road have half surrounded Cholula in the center, looting from time to time. Cholula is small in size and extremely prosperous. It only has a radius of more than forty miles around the holy city of Cholula. However, there are 200,000 people living in various tribes! Coupled with the tens of thousands of Tlaxcala tribes who fled in, it can be said that the population is extremely prosperous..."

"Now the city-state army has captured 20,000 prisoners, and the city of Cholula has handed over 30,000 people~lightnovelpub.net~ is only less than 50,000 people. Around the holy city, it is still overcrowded, with more than a dozen wealthy villages and Townships. The total number of warriors and militiamen in the holy city is no more than 10,000 people, and there is no outer wall... It's just that the identity of the holy city is rather tricky, and it is not easy to attack rashly. Therefore, I am besieging and not attacking. In the holy city of Cholula, harvest enough fruits!"

Saying that, Shiloh stood up, his expression confident and fierce.

"As long as the Kingdom of the Lake has eaten more than 200,000 Tlaxcalans from the south, and digested it for two more years... the strength of the kingdom will be improved, and I can form two more legions! After that, I will conquer Chapala Lake District, pacify the various departments of Tecos, explore and colonize the coast... The future of the kingdom will not be long before it will shine in the west!"

"Ok!..."

Looking at the ambitious grandson, the high priest had mixed emotions surging in his heart. He realized it silently, with four points of relief, three points of worry, two points of reluctance...and a part of heartfelt sadness.

"...My grandson, he really has the attitude of a great emperor!...Unfortunately, I can't see that day..."

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