The sun was dim, and the sky was overcast. Among the holy places, there is already a dead silence, almost a needle can be heard. The divine smoke kept rising in the furnace, rendering the aura of the Kingdom of God even deeper. An invisible pressure fell on everyone's hearts, as if even the wind had stagnated.

"Wow!"

A young girl who served the "Gods" showed fear, her hand trembled, and she accidentally dropped the clay pot in her hand. There was only a sharp crackling sound, and the clay pot cracked on the ground, splashing honey water all over the floor. Even the clothes corners of the high priest and priests and elders were wet with honey water.

"Baby maid, how dare you offend me like this!"

Petel's face was cold, and he shouted angrily. He looked at the girl in the first sentence, but he looked at the high priest in the second sentence. Afterwards, the old chief priest commanded with a gloomy expression and murderous intent in his eyes.

"Kill her and make an apology to the High Priest!... Right here, in front of the High Priest!"

The two family warriors immediately stepped forward and grabbed the girl who was lying on the ground, pleading softly. Then, a warrior pulled out an obsidian dagger, put it on the girl's neck, and swiped without hesitation!

"Shh!"

The pure and bright red warmth gushed out from the young and beautiful body, instantly splashing the high priest and Petel all over. The sacrificial clothes of the two theocratic leaders were stained with blood, and blood spots were even splattered on their faces. And the girl trembled and struggled for a few seconds before turning into a blood-red flower and lying on the ground in front of the two of them.

"High Priest, are you satisfied with such an apology?"

Petel was smiling, his eyes were fixed on the high priest, and his voice was chilling. The request of the elders to offer sacrifices to the priests really touched his bottom line. And two family warriors held sharp knives and stood beside the high priest, showing a faint threat.

"oh?"

There was also a smile on the face of the high priest, as if he was not afraid, and even had expectations. He stretched out his hand calmly, wiped the blood spots on his face with his sleeve, and replied calmly.

"Peter, you should know that the more sacred the blood, the more pleasing the gods will be. And only the life of the god-born elders can calm the wrath of the God of War!"

"you!"

Petel clenched the scepter in his hand and stared at him coldly. He stared, as if the next second, the warriors would do it. However, such anger only lasted for a dozen seconds before disappearing from the face of the priest leader. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out long.

"Drag away the corpses... all down!"

The warriors of the family bowed their heads in salute, and then left with their limp corpses, leaving only the glaring bright colors behind. There was a dead silence in the holy places, and the thick smoke was lingering, making it more and more like a kingdom of God.

"High Priest, the holy city of Cholula is sincerely willing to submit, why is it so hard to force you?"

After a while, the leader of the priests, Patel, bent down and saluted again. The gloom on his face had long since disappeared, and it was full of humble requests.

"Dear High Priest, the city of Cholula is willing to hand over more land, gold, silver and precious stones, and atlases of gods and artifacts!... Please, be merciful and forgive me a little bit!"

The twelve priests and elders are the top of the ruling class in the holy city. In order to fulfill the king's request, everyone discussed for several days before reluctantly deciding on the candidate for the sacrifice, and promised that Yolowa would continue as the elder's family and be hereditary. If two more were sacrificed, the balance of power would be completely broken! I'm afraid there will be a split among the elders...

"...A fox who cherishes itself, after all, dare not make a move..."

Looking at Petel, who lowered his posture, the high priest had inexplicable disappointment in his eyes. He raised the corner of his mouth, nodded slowly, and looked at the priest leader and the elders.

"Peter, since you said so, I will give you a chance! I will stay in Cholula City for two days. If you come up with a fetish or heritage that is enough to tempt me, I can give you a chance to the high priest. Regiment, explain something! Otherwise..."

"Okay! The holy city of Cholula, I will definitely satisfy you!"

Hearing this, Pettle was overjoyed. Speaking of artifacts and inheritance, there is no force in this world that can surpass Cholula, not even the Totonac who are good at making cultural relics. He saluted with a smile and agreed with all his heart. All the priests and elders also breathed a sigh of relief. They communicated with each other visually, thinking in their hearts how much blood would be shed and what treasures passed down by their ancestors.

The sun slanted to the west, reflecting the fiery red rays, dyeing the Great Pyramid magnificently. In the holy places, the smoke mixed with the smell of blood diffused in the noses of everyone, as if a sacrifice was being held.

"Well. It's getting late, let's stop today's talk!"

The high priest nodded, looked at the sky, and stood up long. The robe on his body was dyed red, making it more vivid.

"Follow you! High Priest."

The old fox Petel had a smile on his face, and he spoke hospitablely.

"Tonight, you can rest in my palace! I have the best smoke in my place, which can make people communicate with the goddess of life and restore youth for a short time. If you taste it in a quiet room, and let a few girls serve and sing songs, it can be called Bliss on earth!"

"Oh? Rejuvenation for a short time... The girl serves the song?"

The high priest was startled when he heard this. He looked at Petel in surprise, who was about the same age as him, and was already in his early sixties.

"Old fox, at your age, you can still..."

"Cough... If it's normal, it's naturally powerless. But if you receive the gift of the goddess of life, you can enjoy it for a while."

Petel's face remained unchanged, and he smiled frankly.

"It's just that this kind of magic smoke is a secret recipe from the Toltec era. Various herbs need to be processed to minimize the weakness afterwards. It is extremely expensive and extremely difficult to configure. It is far more precious than gems! If not When a distinguished guest arrives, even I am reluctant to use it."

"...The holy city of Cholula, with a long history, is really admirable!"

The high priest smiled and nodded. Since you will feel weak after using it, it is to overdraw the vitality in your body through medicinal herbs. This kind of extreme enjoyment, which is greedy for pleasure and spares no life, has always been rejected by the wise. However, his life is coming to an end, if he dies in joy...

"No! The decline of life is a natural cycle. Going against the law and enjoying youth for a while is just burning firewood, which will only burn faster."

The high priest shook his head and frankly refused. He would not leave such a death to his grandson.

"Peter, I will live in the outer city tonight, resting under the guard of the Mexica warriors."

"...obey you."

Petel raised his eyebrows, suppressed his emotions, and nodded respectfully.

"Then, I'll take you to the outer city!"

After all, the two left the banquet together with blood on their sacrificial robes, walked down the Great Pyramid, and passed through the gate of the inner city to the bustling outer city. Along the way, the priests I met bowed their heads in salute, the warriors bowed to the ground to salute, and the civilians could not afford to prostrate themselves. And the two talked eloquently, talking and laughing at Yan Yan, as if they were confidantes and friends, and they returned happily.

With the experience and experience of the old fox, if he serves respectfully and flatters carefully, his words will definitely fall into the heart of the person, making the other person nod in satisfaction, like a spring breeze.

"Haha! Patel, as you said before, the Feathered Serpent Island is located in the Great Eastern Lake. The people on the island are tall, gentle, and worship gods. They make a living by fishing and planting, and they can make cassava cakes, but they don't even grind them. Crushed corn is cooked whole...what a strange thing!"

The high priest smiled brightly, looking at Petel who bowed slightly, the killing intent in his heart became stronger and stronger. After the elder and him die, if there is such a cunning old fox who holds real power and serves beside the king or his grandson, it will definitely cause endless harm.

"Haha! High Priest, the world is so vast that you and I can't even imagine it! In the great eastern lake, there are island people. And deep in the southeastern rainforest, there are also mountain rainforest people who believe in feathered snakes and are rich in emeralds and gems. The holy city of Cholula has the most precious jadeite, which is translucent and the size of a human head. It comes from the rainforest thousands of miles southeast! In the Toltec era, this giant jade was processed by the top craftsmen and carved into feathers The lifelike head of the snake statue is a fetish that has been passed down for hundreds of years!..."

Petel said with a smile on his face and a gentle expression.

"High priest, if you are interested, I will bring the jade statue tomorrow, as the sincerity of the priests and elders in the city of Cholula!"

"The head of the jade statue? The whole body is translucent, the size of a human head?"

Hearing this, the high priest exclaimed with joy on his face.

"There is such a fetish? Very good, I must bring it tomorrow, let me watch it!"

"Okay! It's a deal!"

Petel nodded with a smile. He looked ahead, and the noble mansion arranged for the high priest was already tens of meters away, being guarded by Mexica warriors. And it's only a few hundred meters away from the outer city from here.

"Hehe... Xiutel, an old man, is really cautious. But how can I harm you at this moment in my holy city? Even the family of Quiao, in order to inherit the position of priest and elder, will not be here. It's time for you to do it!"

Complicated thoughts flashed through the old fox's mind. After pondering for a while, he gritted his teeth, stretched his hand out of his arms, and took out two copies of top-quality magic smoke and one piece of joy potion.

"Dear High Priest, these two top-level sacred smokes are handled by me personally and have been treasured for a long time. Please be sure to taste one or two! And this joy potion was prepared by the elders of the holy city with reference to the holy water of the capital city in the lake. Come out. Please taste it a little bit and give me some pointers!"

"Oh? The top-grade magic smoke handled by yourself, the joy potion prepared by the elders?"

Seeing this, a sincere smile appeared on the face of the high priest. He took a deep look at the old fox, and nodded in response.

"The Lord God bless! Then I will accept it, and enjoy it tonight! I have worked hard today, and we can discuss other matters tomorrow!"

"Okay! Lord God bless you! High Priest, let's rest and have fun tonight. I will bring my fetish and visit again tomorrow!"

Petel left the gift, saluted, and then turned and left. He walked in a hurry, walking a hundred or so steps, with a smile on his face.

"Stay for a few more days, use the sacred smoke and medicine of the holy city, and feel the pleasure that penetrates into the bone marrow...I'm afraid, you will never be able to leave..."

Hundreds of steps away, the high priest looked at the potion in his hand and nodded in satisfaction. He looked at the back of the old fox leaving, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and whispered silently.

"Peter, my old acquaintance. Let's go all the way, let's... let's go on the road together!"

The last rays of the setting sun fell, and darkness enveloped the inside and outside of the holy city. In the gorgeous mansion, the high priest was alone in the quiet room, lit a candle, and placed it flat on the mahogany table. There are two copies of magic smoke, one potion, and a glass of tequila on the table.

The candles were gradually lit, and the room shone brightly, revealing the shadows of night. A shadow wearing a black cloak walked out of the shadows soundlessly. He took out a pot of potion with a yellow pottery lid and gently placed it on the desk. Then, he knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to the high priest.

Everything is like a silent silhouette, or like a black and white pantomime, everything has already been written. The high priest nodded slightly, and the figure stood up again, quietly left the quiet room, and gently closed the door.

The high priest looked calm and lit a piece of magic smoke. A pleasant atmosphere diffused in the quiet room, with the atmosphere of the kingdom of God, several times stronger than the divine smoke in the daytime.

He took a deep breath, his expression immediately eased, and the feeling of intoxication welled up in his heart, causing his thoughts to fly away. He seemed to be rising gradually, rising above the sky. And the memories of the past floated in like floating clouds, gathered into faces buried deep in my heart, and then floated away with a smile, leaving only a sentence of familiar and unfamiliar greetings.

"...Little Shuttle, you must remember that you are a descendant of Acama Pichitli, the royal family of the Mexica! You must inherit the glory of your ancestors and inherit our family!"

The middle-aged father, wearing a battle suit, lectured loudly in front of the temple where the relics of the ancestors were enshrined. The young Xiutel looked serious, nodding his head carefully.

"Father, the glory of our ancestors, I will never forget!..."

"good!"

The middle-aged father smiled slightly, and then changed suddenly, turning into his appearance when he died. He took a deep look at Xiutel, then walked into the boundless forest and went to the family's sacred tree.

"...Little Xiutel, you go to the holy city of Teotihuacan and serve as a low-level priest. Do it well! Remember, you are a branch of the royal family. Behind you, there is me!"

The elderly Montezuma wears royal clothes and holds a ruby ​​scepter in his hand. His eyes are twinkling, with strong ambition, and the arrogance that no one can defy.

"Yes, respectable Grand Tratoani! I will believe in the Lord God and dedicate my life to him!"

"Um."

Old Montezuma nodded. Afterwards, many warriors surrounded him, surrounded by the supreme king, and headed for the endless rainforest. And one of the young warriors looked sideways and smiled at him, but it was the chief commander who committed suicide, Totek.

"...My lord priest, she gave birth to a boy...how should I deal with it?"

The middle-aged Etalik knelt on the ground and responded respectfully to him. It was an accident, an accident that shouldn't happen to pious middle-level priests.

"Boy? Boy...hoo!..."

The middle-aged high priest lowered his eyes, pondered for a long time, and finally suppressed the killing intent in his heart. According to the teaching law, as a middle-level priest of the main god, he should not marry or have children.

"...Arranged in the civilian area of ​​the holy city, to raise the child well. The boy's name is... Xiusoke!"

A hazy female figure condensed in the wind, but she couldn't see her face clearly, she just vaguely remembered it was beautiful. She glanced at the high priest, with a smile on her lips, and then dispersed in the wind again. If you have neither identity nor blood, you cannot enter the sacred tree.

The smoke is burning, and a faint wind blows from the zenith, like a lover's touch. The high priest pursed his lips, shook his head, and dispelled the inexplicable sadness. Then, he lit a cigarette again, wandering in the distant dream.

"...Xusoke, kill this sacrifice, don't be too weak! You have to remember that you are the descendant of Akama Pichitley, and you want to inherit the glory of the family! Kill him!..."

The high priest in his prime was wearing sacrificial attire with a stern expression. In the gloomy underground prison, there is a sacrificial stone for practicing sacrifices. A strong Tlaxcala warrior is tied to it, and a young Shusok stands next to it. Then, with a blank expression on his face, he stuffed the dagger into Xiusoke's hand and waited calmly.

The young Shusok's hands and feet were trembling, and his face was pale. He looked in awe at his rarely seen father, and slowly raised the dagger. Then, he gritted his teeth, shouted suddenly, and dropped his arm!

"good!"

Splashed with bright red, the high priest showed approval and was full of anticipation. And the young Xiusoke fell on the ground, threw away the blood-stained stone dagger, and began to cry. Everything went away in the sound of crying, not knowing where to go.

"...Olosh, you are the most valiant warrior in the city-state. From today on, you and Xiusoke will travel and study inside and outside the holy city!"

The high priest is still in his prime, but the sacrificial attire on his body is getting more noble. In front of him, kneeling young Olosh and the same young Xiusoke. The two teenagers knelt on the ground and looked at each other with dissatisfaction on their faces. They quickly agreed that they will have a good competition later to see who is more powerful.

The boy's shout gradually faded away, and there was silence again in a blink of an eye. The middle-aged Xiusoke knelt down in the family temple, with the high priest in high sacrificial attire on his head. With flames in his eyes, he stared at his lower son and asked furiously.

"Xisok! When did you hang out with that commoner girl? Which city-state nobleman induced you?"

"Father, no one induced me, I did it willingly!"

Xiu Suoke straightened his back, although his face was disturbed, there was some persistence. not to mention...

"She's pregnant!"

"...the continuation of the family..."

The high priest's expression froze, as if he had been hit in a weak spot. After a long time, he lowered his eyes, sighed, and opened his mouth slowly.

"Forget it! Let's talk about it after the baby is born!"

Later, the sun sets in the sunset, and meteors streak across the sky. The great ancestor Montezuma passed away, and the new life fell to the ground with a "quack" in the strange signs of the sky!

"Sholot, my grandson..."

The corner of the high priest's mouth raised a smile~lightnovelpub.net~ like the most brilliant bloom of the setting sun. He opened Petel's potion, drank it in two gulps, and the sweet breath reverberated in his throat, making him feel comfortable all over. Then, without hesitation, he opened the last bottle of the elder's potion and drank it all in one gulp!

"The continuation of the family, the glory is in front of us. With grandchildren like this, I will have no regrets in my life... But today let the old man bow his head, enjoy the holy smoke and holy water, and go to the kingdom of God with a smile!..."

The high priest's smile became more dazzling, his eyes lit up like morning stars, but his pupils began to diverge. In front of his eyes, the last sunset appeared, a figure wearing an obsidian crown, standing on the glacier on the top of the sacred mountain. Then, the figure slowly turned its head, revealing a serious but young face.

"Sholot, my child, you are destined to shine in the world and become the **** king of the Mexica people!..."

"And I, it's time to go..."

A soft sigh, full of satisfaction and reluctance. The vitality was extinguished like a dying candle, turning into the last green smoke. Then, a skinny figure slanted down in front of the table. On his face was a bright and old smile. The morning star has fallen~

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