"Eagle warrior! It's an eagle warrior of the Mexicans!"

At the head of the tree snake city, the cloud snake hunter Travito had just recovered from the dizziness when he heard the nervous shouts of the guards. He looked around quickly, and saw thousands of elite warriors, with steady postures, vigorous steps, shaking feathers of various colors, and charging at a rapid pace.

These warriors had yellow-green feathers hanging from the underside of their shields, and gray eagle feathers stood on their helmets. Although their gorgeous suits were replaced by platinum heavy armor, Travito was instantly recognizable. Then, his heart tightened suddenly, and he groaned in pain.

"Ah! It's an eagle warrior with a shield!"

At this moment, the cloud snake hunter is heroic, but his face also shows a dash of despair.

The Tlaxcalans have been at war with the Mexicans for decades, and they are most familiar with the fighting power of the Eagle Warriors. These elite noble chapters do not need to engage in labor, they practice martial arts all day, and are extremely skilled in combat. They are professional full-time warriors and the most skilled chapter in Central America. And every eagle warrior himself is a senior warrior who has captured more than ten people!

"The situation in the city..."

Travito looked at the city again, and most of the warriors and militiamen were still in a terrified chaos. Two terrifying explosions almost completely destroyed the morale of the defenders. At this moment, people are constantly jumping off the city head, howling indiscriminately, and fleeing into the city...

"Praise the Lord God! Fight for the King!"

But after a while, the eagle warriors came to the city. They shouted in unison, and holding their shields, they climbed the ladder to the top of the city.

The eagle warriors who climbed the city moved calmly and were not in a hurry to charge. They broke into the gap opened by the pioneers and took root firmly. When the hatchet was swung, there was a flurry of warm blood splashing, and the corpses of the fallen defenders.

"Blessed by the cloud snake!"

Travito gritted his teeth and brought a dozen remaining personal guards to face the previous wave of eagle warriors. He abandoned the cumbersome stone hammer and replaced it with a sharp battle stick. He swiped quickly and accurately in succession, but he was still unable to kill anyone.

The fighting eagle warriors are not only wearing strong and heavy armor, but also the feather shields in their hands are very flexible, protecting the vital points of the neck all the time. Coupled with their sophisticated and concise combat skills, as well as their cooperation with each other, they are as tough as a rock!

"Damn, **** it! Whoosh!  …"

The cloud snake hunter cursed in a low voice, gasping for breath. The eagle warrior on the opposite side was also panting. This kind of close combat consumes the most physical strength, and the eagle warriors are wearing heavy armor, and they can't fight for too long. If there are sufficient troops and occupy the advantage of the city wall, it can delay the time, and it is possible to defend against one or two. but now...

"Ah! Ah!..."

Several Ding Zhuang defending the city showed despair, let out a meaningless howl, turned around and ran away. They jumped off the city wall and tried to escape, but they broke their legs with a "click", and the howling became more and more shrill.

"Damn it! I can't hold it anymore!..."

Travito looked around the city head, there were more and more eagle warriors standing firm, and the city head's resistance was getting weaker and weaker. Even the tree snake warriors who were supervising the battle began to flee.

"Head..."

A personal guard leaned in front of him, raised his shield, barely resisting the attack from the opposite side, and hesitantly whispered.

"Boss, I can't hold it anymore..."

"A cloud snake in the sky!..."

Travito raised his head, looked at the sky where the heavy rain fell, and let out a sigh in his heart. After a while, he made up his mind, looked at the last few guards who followed, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Go! Let's go!"

"Where?"

"Go to the Pyramid Temple, meet the city lord, and pick up my newlywed wife!"

"...Yes!"

Travito pursed his lips, carefully left the battle line, fled the city, and retreated into the city. Beside him, warriors and militiamen continued to flee, fleeing to hide in various places in the city. But Travito knew in his heart that such hiding was pointless. After the capture of Tree Snake City, the Mexicans will inevitably wash the entire city in the face of decades of old enemies.

If they stayed in the city, the women and children and the lowly moth people might be able to save their lives as slaves. And the noble warriors and nobles must be sacrificed!

"Ow, the city is broken!"

"Praise the Lord God!"

"God of War bless the Alliance! Roar!..."

Travito ran all the way, and just came to the pyramid temple in the center of the city, the boiling shouts sounded from the east wall, mixed with the roars and cheers of the Mexica warriors, resounding through the sky and the whole city. With a dignified expression on his face, he stepped up again, and stepped up to the high pyramid.

The Lord of the Tree Snake City, Ocott, stood in the temple, with his back to the outer city that was boiling and shouting, and facing the sculpture of the God of Hunting. He stared sadly at the gods who had been enshrined for centuries, tears running down his cheeks, and he asked desperately.

"God of hunting!...Why did you abandon us? Is it our sacrifice, isn't it rich enough? Or is the divine power of the **** of war, too powerful?"

"Respected god-born city lord. The **** of hunting will never abandon his people. Soon, we will see our ancestors and gods in the fire of the dead!"

Cloud Serpent High Priest Truko has gray hair and a calm expression. His voice was hoarse and low, and he instructed the priests and apprentices who had not yet escaped to pile up the cloth banners of the gods, build the traditional wooden paintings, and sprinkle the pungent stone of the dead. Then, trembling, he put on the dark sacrificial clothes of the big sacrificial ceremony, brought a feather crest nearly a meter long, and prepared for the final long journey.

Dozens of tree snake guards, wearing leather armor, stood aside, neither preventing the priests from busying themselves nor participating in it. They just showed their death intent and stood in the temple, waiting for the end to come.

"Patriarch! The east wall is lost! The south wall is coming soon!..."

Samurai Chief Izz, covered in blood, rushed into the temple and knelt down in front of Okot.

"I just came back from the southern wall and brought back a hundred warriors. Quick! Let me protect you and escape from the city!"

"Escape? Haha!..."

Tree Snake City Lord Ocott smiled miserably and shook his head.

"The Mexicans are surrounded on all sides, where can they flee? The land of Tlaxcala is occupied by the enemy, and the ashes of the ancestors are buried here..."

The Tlaxcalans are similar to the Mexicans, with both cremation and burial. The glorious gods and honorable high priests will leave cremated remains and enshrine them at the bottom of the temple pyramid, accompanied by a large number of jade, gold, silver and sacrifices.

"Patriarch, let me protect you and break through the siege! From the northwest of the city, it is only a few dozen miles away from the continuous mountains. Seeing that the heavy rain is coming, the Mexicans are not familiar with the road, and it is difficult to hunt down a small group of troops. Escape into the mountains and hide patiently, the army of the Mexicans will always leave one day!  …”

"Haha! Break the siege and escape into the mountains? Waiting for the Mexicans to leave?"

Okot stayed still and shook his head again. He laughed, his face full of death intent.

"Itz, the gods have abandoned us!... The four states of the north and south of the alliance were completely occupied in just over half a year. Millions of tribes and 300,000 men were sacrificed to the **** of war. And the solid tree snake city, Even for less than a month!  …”

Speaking of which~lightnovelpub.net~ Ocott had tears in his eyes, and his voice gradually became higher and higher, turning into a mournful recitation, and it was like a poem of death.

"...I then know that the bright cloud snake has left! And the blood-colored **** of war came from the snake mountain in the west, drowned the basin in the east, and devoured all the light!"

Seeing this scene, Izz pursed his lips and fell to the ground, tears welling in his eyes. It is also difficult for him to understand: Why are the Mexicas who have been stalemate for decades suddenly so strong that they cannot resist? Why is their eastward expedition so fast and so fierce? ...for all this, he too, can only blame the gods.

"City Lord! Father-in-law!"

There was a moment of silence, until two shouts came from afar. Travito, panting, strode up the pyramid temple. He glanced at the busy priests and the guards who were standing still. He didn't care about salutes or compliments, so he hurriedly asked.

"The Mexicans have entered the city! The eagle warriors are killing the temple! ... Where is Chichipati? I will take her and escape from the city!"

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