At the end of May, there are many spring rains, and the joy of growing all things. The embankment of the capital city in the lake is covered with lush metasequoia trees. Under the Great Pyramid in the temple area, there are magnificent and strange Jacarandas in full bloom. In this splendid season of late spring, the eyes are full of luxuriant vitality, and there is no trace of withering.

On the second day, the high priest looked as usual, dressed in sacrificial attire, and visited the towering priest hall again. More than a dozen priests and elders, dozens of senior priests, nearly two hundred low-level priests and apprentices, all bowed their heads!

The high priest first promulgated the decree, ordering Dingkou, who was selected by the last eight thousand, to set off from Gyeonggi immediately and migrate to the Kingdom of the Lake. So far, the 70,000 Mexica immigrants promised to Shulot in July last year have all moved out, and there will be another 5,000 more. Afterwards, he dispatched another 10,000 militiamen to transfer an additional batch of grain to the South Route Army.

Regarding these measures, Yazar, the elder of the **** of war, was somewhat defamatory. During the spring plowing season, the migration delayed the plowing... The high priest was really biased in order to take care of his grandson.

The high priest was determined and never stopped. He once again promulgated the decree that more than 200 priest apprentices who were about to complete their studies were selected from the Priest University in the capital and sent to the Kingdom of the Lake. Accompanying them were dozens of middle and low-level priests of the High Priest line.

All the priests and elders were a little surprised. It doesn't really matter where the apprentice priests go, but these dozens of middle and low-level priests all hold real power in the priesthood at all levels of the alliance! The high priest is willing to give up these positions in order to assist the Kingdom of the Lake?

Acap smelled something unusual. He lowered his eyes, said nothing in the group of high priests, and immediately cut off communication with the envoys of the holy city.

"This kind of pass, this kind of situation...maybe something big will happen!..."

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

Hearing this, all the elders of the high priests were shocked.

The holy city of Cholula, however, is in a virtual war with the Mexica. If you go eastward hastily, many risks are unavoidable. And inside the capital city, the immortal elder is also dying of illness, and I don't know how long he can last. At this juncture, the supreme leader of the alliance's theocracy wants to leave the crucial city in the lake, go east to the dangerous hinterland of the Tlaxcalans, and go to the unpredictable city of Cholula?

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 educational affairs to the priest and elder Ugel, and took the envoys from Cholula City, and set foot on the road to the east!

A group of people walked in a hurry without stopping, and they could travel sixty or seventy miles a day.

Elder Quiao was less than fifty years old, and he couldn't hold on anymore. He had been pampered and pampered in Cholula for many years, and he had never traveled so fast. As the theocratic leader of the alliance, the high priest is over sixty years old this year, but he still walks vigorously and keeps running. He walked faster and faster all the way, more and more urgent, like a burning candle, his eyes seemed to have light!

At the beginning of June, the group finally traveled 400 miles and arrived at the camp on the South Road under the city of Shuigu. Shulot was very surprised when he received the letter. Barefoot, he ran out of the camp in disbelief, and saw his grandfather in good spirits head on. Grandpa was straightening his back, holding a scepter, and smiling majestically at him.

"Respected High Priest, Commander of the South Road, Xiulot greets you!"

"Well! There is no need to be too polite. I came from the capital and went to Cholula to talk with the priests and elders."

The high priest smiled and nodded. He raised the scepter in his hand and calmly gave orders to everyone.

"I've worked hard all the way, and I'll rest here for a day. Shulot, there's no need to hold a banquet, just a simple treat!"

"Follow you!..."

Night fell in a blink of an eye, and everyone went to their accounts to rest after a brief dinner. It was quiet outside the coach's big tent, with only a few teams of personal guards patrolling and defending. At this time, naturally no one would turn their eyes away and disturb the rare reunion of the grandparents and grandchildren.

Shulot was dressed in casual clothes, sitting at the bottom, looking at the grandfather above with concern.

I haven't seen him for half a year, and my grandfather seems to have aged a lot. He took off the priest's divine attire, revealing a thin, withered figure and a head of silver-white hair. His back is a bit bent, and there are many age spots on the skin on the back of his hands, but there is a spirit in his eyes, which is heartbreakingly bright.

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

Shulot looked at his old grandfather, and felt a little bit of resentment and even more worry in his heart. Grandfather is over sixty years old, instead of resting in the capital city, he even ran to a dangerous place of war!

"For the negotiation with the holy city of Cholula, it is enough to send a young priest and elder. I am surrounded by my army here, and they can't find any 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, and I didn't encounter any hostile tribes."

High Priest Shuttle looked relaxed and smiling. He looked at his heroic grandson with tenderness in his eyes.

"When I came, I saw new sprouts in the nearby farmland. It seems that it has been planted in spring?"

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"Exactly!"

Hearing this, Shulot's eyes lit up, a little proud. He took down a scepter from the hanger in the tent, with an ancient skull inlaid on it, and handed it to his grandfather.

"Look, this is the 'Death Skull' I obtained from the Temple of the God of Death on Mount Shenshan! With this shocking fetish, coupled with the guidance and preaching of the priests, the Tlaxcala captives on the South Road resisted The heart is greatly relieved. They can already be used by the Prepecha warriors to carry out reclamation and cultivation..."

"The legendary death skull?"

The high priest stretched out his hand and stroked the black jade-like skull with a surprised look on his face.

The Temple of the God of Death and the skull of the God of Death are hidden in the Yanfeng Mountain, leaving behind hundreds of years of continuous mythology. They are miracles and fetishes respected by both the Mexica in the west and the Tlaxcala in the east. And the old priest in the Temple of the God of Death has legends about seeing through life and death and knowing the future.

"Well. I took Berthard and Naxiu, climbed the mountain, found the Temple of the God of Death, and got this skull. I don't know if this is the legendary fetish. Unfortunately, the old priest inside It has been killed by Tlaxcala warriors, leaving only a few obscure prophecies, and it is not known whether they are true or not..."

Speaking of this, Xiulot looked a little regretful. However, he has arranged for priests to accompany the army to process these prophecies carefully, and then spread them among the army and prisoners. And the content of the prophecy after processing is naturally "His Royal Highness the God of Death has received divine grace, and is destined to be in charge of the people of Tlaxcala..."

"Sholot, please tell me the prophecy."

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

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

The immortal gods will die one after another, in their sacred habitat! ..."

The youth's chant was deep and clear, like the chirping of a nighthawk. Listening to the obscure prophecy, the high priest stroked the "Death God's Skull", his eyes gradually changed.

"...the **** of death closes his eyes, touches the invisible death, and conceives life in death!

Then he too will die, where the moon and the mountains..."

Soon, Shulot finished reciting, and looked at his grandfather with concern. Grandfather fell into deep thought for a long time. After a while, he regained his composure and nodded solemnly.

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

"... yes, grandfather!"

Xiulot solemnly agreed. Afterwards, the two talked about the history of the Temple of the Death God, and then turned to the current battle.

"In the last month, I have suspended the army's attack, concentrating on stabilizing the rear, cleaning up the occupied southern states, and taking in the captured prisoners. Now, the Southern Route Army has captured 120,000 Tlaxcalans and sent them to the southern waterway More than 30,000 people were transferred! Among them, the city of Cholula handed over 30,000 Tlaxcalans, and these people's food for a year. According to the previous agreement, they will hand over another 50,000 people!  … "

"Oh? The old foxes of Cholula, are you willing to hand over 80,000 people to you?"

Hearing this, the High Priest's eyes flickered, thoughtful.

"Ha! Grandfather, tens of thousands of troops from the South Army have surrounded Cholula in the center and plundered it 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! In addition to the tens of thousands of Tlaxcala tribes who have fled in, it can be said that the population is extremely prosperous..."

"Now the city-state legion has taken 20,000 captives, and Cholula City has handed over 30,000 people, which is only 50,000 fewer people. Around the holy city, it is still overcrowded~lightnovelpub.net~There are more than a dozen rich villages and Townships. The total number of warriors and militiamen in the Holy City is no more than 10,000, and there is no outer wall... It's just that the identity of the Holy City is rather tricky, so it is not easy to attack rashly. Therefore, I am besieged but not attacked. Harvest enough fruits from the holy city of Cholula!"

With that said, Shulot stood up with a confident and sharp expression.

"As long as the Kingdom of the Lake eats more than 200,000 southern Tlaxcalans and digests it for another two years... the strength of the kingdom will be improved, and I can form two more legions! Afterwards, conquer Chapala Lake District, pacification of Tekos ministries, coastal exploration and colonization... the future of the kingdom will shine in the west in a short time!"

"Um!..."

Looking at the ambitious grandson, complex emotions surged in the heart of the high priest. He felt it silently, with four points of relief, three points of worry, two points of reluctance...and a part of heartfelt sentimentality.

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

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