The night was dark, and the tree snake city was full of chills. The four walls of the city are lit with torches, and thousands of warriors are patrolling each side. In the corners of the city, there were four thousand alliance warriors and militiamen, scattered and guarding tens of thousands of Tlaxcala prisoners. Dim flames, warriors holding soldiers, vague bloodstains, and the silence of death are exactly the tone of this snake city after it was conquered.

However, when the patrolling samurai team came near the tree snake palace in the center of the city, the continuous lights suddenly brightened, and wonderful music sounded everywhere. And the moving vitality will follow!

Hundreds of military nobles sat on the ground in the open air, and lit a bonfire for the party in the gorgeous palace garden. They are not qualified to enter the very center, the main hall where the king banquets, and they can only drink and eat outside the hall. The aroma of food diffuses between the garden and the palace, accompanied by the fragrance of summer flowers, it makes people move their index fingers.

Dozens of servants shuttled back and forth, serving freshly roasted turkey hares and fast-drinking drinks to the noisy and cheerful noble warriors. In the center of the garden, two drummers beat drums and several bamboo flute players played cheerfully. In the sound of drums and flutes, there are warriors chatting and laughing boldly, bragging about the battle and victory.

"...Let me tell you, the Tlaxcala warrior I beheaded before was really skilled in combat and powerful in martial arts!"

Warrior Mo Qihui drank a glass of tequila and took a long breath. There was a faint flush on his face, and his expression was full of memories.

"Lord God bless! That guy and I fought close to each other for more than 20 breaths, and the blades clashed several times. Tsk tsk! If he hadn't exhausted too much physical strength before, he was a step slower...just a little bit , I am about to be hit in the vitals by his stick, and die on the spot!"

"Twenty breaths in close combat? How many times have you fought with weapons?"

Hearing this, the noble warriors around were a little surprised. The hostile samurai met each other on a narrow road, and often fought against each other when they met, and the winner was determined after the fight. Life or death is often decided in a few breaths, and those who can last for a long time are mostly shield-wielding warriors with excellent combat skills.

"Mo Qihui, what's the name of the Tlaxcala warrior you killed? He was an outstanding warrior with a name and surname?"

An elderly military nobleman's expression flickered, and he asked with some doubts.

"Haha! At that time, life and death were in the blink of an eye. How could I have time to ask his name? By the time I stopped, I had already stabbed him in the vitals and killed him on the spot! But ah... "

The corners of Mo Qihui's mouth curled up, intending to show off. Then, triumphantly, he looked around at the listening warriors, coughed, and spoke loudly.

"Cough! At that time, I was thinking, what kind of important person is such a powerful warrior protecting? When I lead the warriors, kill those tree snake guards, and capture their guards, huh! .. .Guess who it is?"

"Who is it? Say it, say it!"

"Haha! They turned out to be the two sons of the tree snake city lord, two true descendants of the gods, the princes of the Tlaxcala people!"

"Ah?! You captured two god-born princes!"

"It's really the Lord God's blessing!"

Hearing such a credit, the surrounding warriors all looked surprised and burst into admiration. Among the military exploits of the alliance, capturing the descendants of the gods and attacking the city first are at the forefront. And Mo Qihui not only entered the city first, but also captured two noble descendants of the gods, so his subsequent rewards must be extremely astonishing! Maybe, even his noble rank may have a chance to be raised to a higher level!

"Come, brother Mo Qihui, let me toast you and applaud your military exploits!"

The elderly military nobleman's expression flickered, he stepped forward two steps, raised his wine glass with a smile.

"Haha! Don't worry, I haven't finished yet!"

Mo Qihui smiled heartily while raising his glass to drink. Then, he glanced at the eyes of everyone, and continued to talk with satisfaction.

"Then, I asked the two god-born princes, who are the warriors with such superb combat skills who fought against me just now?"

"Yes, who is it?"

Mo Qihui was extremely proud, and waited for a few breaths in enjoyment before announcing the answer.

"Hey!...It turns out that that person is the warrior commander of Tree Snake City, the famous Tlaxcala warrior, Izz the Brave!"

"What, it turned out to be the warrior commander of Tree Snake City?"

"If he can serve as the warrior commander, then his combat skills must be among the best in Tree Snake City!"

"Mo Qihui, you were able to kill the samurai commander of Tree Snake City? I never expected that your martial arts skills are so superb!"

"Hahaha!"

Finally hearing the compliment he wanted most, Mo Qihui laughed out loud. His laughter was as loud as thunder and so joyful that even Turquoise Tessie Whitney, who was sitting cross-legged and eating a pancake more than ten steps away, couldn't help but raise his head and take a closer look.

A Sourwood bodyguard resented and shouted in a low voice.

"Boss, your martial arts skills are the most superb among the warriors present! You were the first to attack the city that day, and you also captured the descendants of the gods. But, why did you let the other party go..."

"Eat pie."

Tessie Whitney's expression remained unchanged, and she spoke in a deep voice. The sour wood guard on the side pursed his lips tightly and stopped talking.

"Huh... As a warrior, some things are very important. Some things seem to be very important, but they are actually irrelevant."

Tessie Whitney gnawed for a while, then said calmly.

"As for what happened on that day, I have made an oath. From now on, you don't want to mention it."

"...Yes. Boss."

The few remaining sour wood guards looked at each other and nodded.

"The tortillas are baked well, just right in the softness!"

Tessie Whit raised his head, his face was like a rock, and he glanced at the old brothers sitting around. The corners of his mouth slowly turned up, and he greeted with a smile, with a bit of vicissitudes.

"Come on, eat more, and drink some wine! The Eastern Expedition has won, and there are only a few of us left in the commander's sour wood guards!..."

"T... tons... tons!"

Mo Qihui raised his head and gulped down a glass of fruit wine. He let out a long breath of satisfaction, sweating all over his body. Military nobles around him kept coming over and inviting him to have a drink together. The young noble warrior was blushing, with his tongue out, laughing heartily.

"Mo Qihui, you have made such great achievements, His Majesty will definitely reward you generously! Maybe your benevolent Majesty will allow you to choose one of these beautiful dancers to take away! You know, they are all The noble daughters of Tlaxcala do not need to work since they were young, unlike the skinny commoner women!"

A strong military nobleman stepped forward. He patted Mo Qihui on the shoulder enthusiastically, then pointed to the center of the garden, his eyes were shining brightly.

In the center of the garden, there are more than twenty beautiful Tlaxcala girls. They are in their young age, with thin clothes and slender figures. At this moment, with tears in their eyes, they are dancing in the eyes of the warriors like wolves and tigers, like the soft clouds of the night, touching the hearts of the people.

"What? Dancer?"

Mo Qihui was startled, turned his head to look, and soon widened his eyes. The young samurai stared at the dancing girls and couldn't help swallowing. After a while, he patted his chest and roared in admiration.

"Haha! She looks really good-looking, and she dances beautifully. With her figure, she must be a good-looking woman! Oh! She looks good!"

"Ha ha!"

When the surrounding warriors heard it, they all laughed out loud and howled in response.

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful! Woohoo! It's so beautiful!"

The wanton and high-pitched roar~lightnovelpub.net~ sounded inexplicably in the garden, and then spread rapidly. After a while, hundreds of fierce military nobles all grinned and roared happily.

"Hey! Looks good! Looks good! Haha!"

The roar of the warriors resounded in the beautiful garden, full of heartfelt excitement and joy, like the roar of wolves in the night. Some warriors even took out their shields and began to knock them enthusiastically, singing loudly while knocking. Sometimes, a man's happiness is just so inexplicable and unpretentious.

"Haha! These little wolf cubs!"

The boiling roar spread into the banquet hall, alarming the generals sitting around and the king who was sipping wine. Avit put down his wine glass, shook his head slightly, and cursed with a smile. Then, he looked at the legion commanders in the field of vision, looked solemn, held the magic staff beside him, and gave an order in a deep voice.

"Come on! Go outside and recruit all the warriors who have made great achievements into the palace!...I want to award them myself!"

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