The sun was dim and the sky was overcast. In the sanctuary, there was already a dead silence, and a needle drop could almost be heard. The smoke of the gods continued to rise in the furnace, rendering the atmosphere of the kingdom of God deeper. The invisible pressure fell on everyone's heart, as if even the wind had stopped.

"Whoa!"

A girl who served the "gods" showed fear, shaking her hand, and accidentally dropped the clay pot in her hand. Hearing a sharp cracking sound, the clay pot fell to the ground and cracked, splashing honey water on the ground. Even the robes of the high priest and the elders were soaked with honey.

"Bitch, how dare you so offend!"

Petel's face was cold, and he shouted angrily. He looked at the girl in the first sentence, but looked at the high priest in the second sentence. Afterwards, the old priest leader showed killing intent and gave a gloomy command.

"Kill her and apologize to the High Priest!... Right here, in the presence of the High Priest!"

The two family warriors immediately stepped forward and grabbed the girl who was begging lowly on the ground. Then, a samurai pulled out an obsidian dagger, put it on the girl's neck, and made a sudden stroke without hesitation!

"Bah!"

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

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

Petel smiled, his eyes fixed on the high priest, and his voice was cold. The request to sacrifice the priests and elders really touched his bottom line. The two family warriors, holding sharp blades, stood beside the high priest, revealing a faint threat.

"Oh?"

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

"Petel, you should know that the more sacred blood, the more pleasing the gods. And only the life of the god-born elders can quell the wrath of the **** of war!"

"you!"

Petel clenched the scepter in his hand and stared at him coldly. He stared, as if in the next second, the warriors were about to start. However, such anger only lasted for more than ten seconds before disappearing from the face of the priest leader. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out.

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

The family warriors bowed their heads and saluted, then left with the soft corpses, leaving only the dazzling bright colors. The sacred place was dead silent, and the thick smoke of the gods lingered, making it more and more like a kingdom of gods.

"High Priest, the holy city of Cholula really surrenders, why is it so hard to force it?"

After a while, the chief priest, Peter, leaned down and saluted again. The gloom on his face was long gone, full of humble requests.

"Respected high priest, Cholula City is willing to hand over more land, gold, silver and precious stones, and atlases of fetishes! ... Also please, be merciful, and forgive a little!"

The Twelve Priests and Elders are the top of the ruling class in the Holy City. In order to fulfill the king's request before, everyone discussed for a few days before reluctantly deciding on a candidate for sacrifice, and promised Yolowa to continue with the elder family and replace hereditary. If two more sacrifices are made, the balance of power will be completely broken! Among the elders, I am afraid there will be a split...

"...The fox who cherishes himself, after all, dare not do it..."

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

"Petel, since you said so, I will give you a chance! I will live in Cholula for two days. If you come up with a fetish or inheritance that is enough to make me tempted, I can tell the high priest. Tuan, explain something! Otherwise..."

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

Hearing this, Petel was instantly overjoyed. When it comes to fetishes and inheritance, there is no force in this world that can surpass Cholula, not even the Totonak people who are good at making cultural relics. He saluted with a smile and agreed. The priests and elders also breathed a sigh of relief. They communicated visually with each other, and they were calculating in their hearts, how much blood would be shed, and what treasures would be handed down from their ancestors.

The sun slanted westward, reflecting the fiery red glow, dyeing the Great Pyramid magnificently. In the sacred places, the smoke of the gods is mixed with the smell of blood, and it diffuses on the noses of everyone, like a sacrifice being held.

"Well. It's getting late, let's end today's talks!"

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

"Follow you! High Priest."

With a smile on his face, the old fox Petel spoke attentively.

"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 the song of joy, it can be described as Bliss on earth!"

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

The high priest was startled. He looked at Petel in surprise, and the other party seemed to be in his early sixties.

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

"Cough... If it's normal, it's natural to be powerless. But if you receive the gift of the goddess of life, you can temporarily enjoy one or two."

Patel's expression did not change, and he smiled calmly.

"It's just that this magical smoke is a secret recipe from the Toltec era. It needs to be treated with various herbs to minimize the weakness afterwards. It is expensive and extremely difficult to configure, and it is far more precious than gems! If not Even I am reluctant to use it when the distinguished guest arrives."

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

The high priest smiled and nodded. Since you will feel weak after using it, it is through the herbs that the vitality in the body is overdrawn. This kind of craving for pleasure and the ultimate enjoyment of life has always been rejected by the wise. However, his life is coming to an end, and if he dies in joy...

"No! The decline of life is a natural cycle. Going against it and enjoying your youth for a while is just burning firewood that will only burn faster."

The High Priest shook his head and calmly refused. He will not, leaving such a method of death for his grandson.

"Petel, tonight I will live in the outer city and rest under the guard of the Mexica warriors."

"...follow you."

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

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

After that, the two of them dyed their sacrificial robes with blood, left the table together, walked down the Great Pyramid, and passed through the gate of the inner city to the prosperous outer city. Along the way, the priests they encountered bowed their heads, the samurai bowed to the ground, and the commoners could not afford to crawl. And the two of them talked eloquently and laughed at Yan Yan, as if they were confidants and friends, and they returned happily.

With the experience and experience of the old fox, if you serve him respectfully and be careful to flatter him, he will definitely fall into the hearts of the people, making the other party nod his head in satisfaction, like a spring breeze.

"Haha! Petel, as you said before, Feathered Serpent Island is located in the Great Eastern Lake. The people of the island are tall, docile, and worship gods. They make a living by fishing and planting, and they can make cassava cakes, but they don't even grind them. Cooking the shredded corn whole...that's weird!"

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 are dead, if there is such a cunning old fox, holding real power and serving by the king or his grandson, it will definitely cause endless harm.

"Haha! High Priest, the world is far bigger than you and I can imagine! In the Great Eastern Lake, there are people from the islands. In the depths of the southeastern rainforest, there are also people from the rainforest in the mountains. They believe in feathered snakes and are rich in emeralds and gems. The holy city of Cholula has one of the most precious jadeites. It is translucent and the size of a human head. It comes from the rainforest thousands of miles away in the 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 Cholula City!"

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

Hearing this, the high priest exclaimed in amazement, with a look of joy on his face.

"There is such a fetish? Very good, I must bring it tomorrow, let me observe one or two!"

"Okay! It's a word!"

Patel nodded with a smile. He looked forward, and the noble mansion arranged for the high priest was already dozens of meters away and was being guarded by Mexica warriors. And leaving the outer city from here is only a few hundred meters away.

"Hehe... This old immortal, Xiutel, is really cautious. But how can I harm you at this moment in the holy city? Even Quiao's family, in order to inherit the position of priest and elder, will not be here. I'm going to do it to you now!"

Complicated thoughts flashed through the old fox's mind. He pondered for a while, then gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and took out two top-level divine smoke and a joyful potion from his arms.

"Respected high priest, these two top-level divine smokes were handled and treasured by me for a long time, please be sure to taste one or two! And this elixir of joy 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 have a little taste and give some pointers!"

"Oh? The top-level divine smoke that was handled by yourself, the joy potion prepared by the elders?"

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

"Blessed by the Lord! Then I will accept it, and I will taste it tonight! I worked hard today, and other things will be discussed tomorrow!"

"Okay! God bless you! High Priest, let's rest and enjoy tonight. I'll bring the fetish tomorrow and visit again!"

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

"After staying for a few more days, using the divine smoke and potions of the holy city, and feeling the pleasure that goes deep into the bone marrow... I'm afraid, you will never be able to do without..."

Hundreds of paces 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 at the corner of his mouth, and whispered silently.

"Petel, my old acquaintance. All the way, together... let's hit the road!"

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

The candles were gradually lit, and the house was flickering with light, revealing the shadows of night. A shadow clad in a black cloak silently walked out of the shadows. He took out a pot of medicine with a yellow pottery lid and placed it lightly on the table. Then, he knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to the high priest.

Everything is like a silent silhouette, 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 divine smoke. The pleasant breath diffused in the quiet room, with the breath of the kingdom of God, several times stronger than the divine smoke in the daytime.

He took a deep breath, his expression suddenly relieved, the feeling of intoxication flooded into his heart, and his thoughts flew with him. He seems to be gradually rising, rising above the sky. And the memories of the past floated like floating clouds, gathered into faces buried deep in my heart, and drifted away with a smile, leaving only a familiar and unfamiliar greeting.

"...Little Shuter, you have to remember that you are the descendant of Akama Picchitli, the royal family of the Mexicas! You must inherit the glory of your ancestors and inherit our family!"

The middle-aged father, dressed in battle clothes, gave a loud instruction in front of the temple where the relics of the ancestors were enshrined. The young Shuttle looked serious, and Jane nodded.

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

"it is good!"

The middle-aged father smiled slightly, and then suddenly changed to what he looked like when he died in battle. He took a deep look at Shuter and walked into the boundless forest to the family's sacred tree.

"...Little Shuter, 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 old monarch, Montezuma, wore a royal garb and held a ruby ​​scepter. His eyes twinkled, with a strong ambition, and the arrogance that no one could defy.

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

"Ok."

The old Montezuma nodded. Afterwards, there were many more warriors beside him, surrounded by the supreme king, and went to the endless rainforest. And one of the young warriors looked sideways and smiled at him, but it was the chief commander of the suicide, Totec.

"...Sir Priest, she gave birth, it's a boy...what should I do with it?"

The middle-aged Etalik knelt on the ground and replied respectfully to him. It was an accident, an accident that shouldn't have happened to a devout middle-level priest.

"Boy? Boy... huh!..."

The middle-aged high priest lowered his eyes, pondered for a long time, and finally suppressed the killing intent in his heart. According to Sharia, as a middle-level priest of the Lord God, he should not get married, nor have children.

"...Arranged in the civilian area of ​​the Holy City to raise the child well. The boy's name is... Husok!"

A hazy female figure condensed in the wind, but she couldn't see her face clearly, but she vaguely remembered that it was beautiful. She glanced at the high priest, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, it dispersed again in the wind. Without identity and blood, one cannot enter the divine tree.

The smoke of the gods was burning, and the faint wind came from the zenith, like the touch of a lover. The high priest pursed his lips, shook his head, and dispelled the inexplicable sadness. Then, he lit a divine cigarette again and wandered in a distant dream.

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

The prime-aged high priest wore sacrificial clothes and looked stern. In the gloomy underground prison, there is a sacrificial stone for practicing sacrifice, with a strong Tlaxcala warrior tied to it, and a young Husok standing beside it. Then, with no expression on his face, he stuffed the dagger into Husok's hand and waited peacefully.

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

"it is good!"

With bright red splashes, the high priest showed his approval and full of anticipation. The young Husok fell to the ground, threw away the blood-stained stone dagger, and cried. Everything went away in the cry, I don't know where to go.

"...Olosh, you are the most valiant warrior in the city-state. From today, you and Husok will study in and out of the holy city!"

The high priest was still in his prime, but his sacrificial clothes became more noble. In front of him, Kneeling the young Orosh, and the same young Husok. The two teenagers knelt on the ground and looked at each other with dissatisfaction on their faces. They quickly agreed that they would have a good test later to see who was stronger.

The boy's cry gradually faded away, and in a blink of an eye there was silence again. The middle-aged Husok knelt down in the family temple, with the high priest in high-level sacrificial attire at the top. With flames in his eyes, he looked at his son next, and asked angrily.

"Xu Suoke! When did you hang out with that commoner woman? Which city-state aristocrat induced you?"

"Father, there is no one to induce, I am willing!"

Xiusok straightened his back, and although there was anxiety on his face, he still insisted a little. not to mention...

"She's pregnant!"

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

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

"Forget it! Then wait until the child is born, let's talk about it!"

Further back, the sun sets in the sunset, and shooting stars streak across the sky. The great ancestor Montezuma passed away, and the new life, in a strange omens, fell to the ground!

"Shirot, my grandson..."

The corner of the high priest's mouth raised a smile, UU reading www.uukanshu.com like the most brilliant bloom of the sunset. He opened Petel's potion, took two sips, and the sweet breath echoed in his throat, making his whole body feel comfortable. Then, without hesitation, he opened the last bottle of the elder's potion and drank it all in one gulp!

"The family continues, and the glory is in front of you. With my grandson like this, I will have no regrets in my life... 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 and 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 mountain. Then, the figure turned his head slowly, revealing a solemn and young face.

"Shirot, my child, you are destined to shine in the world and become the God King of the Mexicas!..."

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

He let out a long sigh, full of satisfaction and reluctance. The vitality was extinguished like a candle, and turned into the last blue smoke. Then, a thin figure slanted down in front of the desk. On his face was a bright and old smile. The morning star has fallen~