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"His Majesty!..."

Tessie Whittle spoke in a deep voice. Hotch Kalo narrowed his eyes and looked at the sound.

At this moment, many thoughts appeared in General Turquoise's mind. He wants to accuse Hotchcarlo of possible murder, and invites the Supreme King to investigate the truth. But... he doesn't have any evidence, nor does he have enough status and power. In the pragmatic political tradition of the alliance, such a powerless accusation is destined to be useless, but it is nothing but alarming the other party.

"I... want a set of sturdy bronze armor!"

"Huh? Bronze Heavy Armor?"

Hearing this, Avit was slightly taken aback. After a few breaths, he laughed in admiration with admiration on his face.

"Good! What a pure mexican warrior! Turquoise Tessie Whitt, you'll get a set of sturdy armor and a sharp bronze axe to better fight for the Alliance!"

In the current alliance, bronze heavy armor and bronze axe are still strictly controlled military supplies. It is only produced in the artisan camp of the capital city and the military industry department of Qin Congcan, the copper capital. In addition to the important royal legions, only some of the great nobles with extremely noble status can get a small amount of them.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! With the blessing of the Lord God, the king is supreme!"

Avit nodded slightly, patted Tracy Whit's shoulder, and walked to the next warrior. The king personally acted, generously rewarded, and gathered the hearts of the warriors of all states. It was not until the night was dark and the night wind was slightly cool that the grand award came to an end.

"The Lord God bless the Alliance!"

The king raised his scepter and prayed in a deep voice.

"God bless the alliance! God bless the king!"

The generals bowed their heads and bowed their heads and prayed respectfully.

After a while, Avit sat back on the raised stone seat and looked around at the people present. The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile again, he looked at the guard beside him, and ordered calmly.

"Go, bring the tree snake city master!"

"Follow you, Your Majesty!"

The two guards hurried away. After a while, the city lord Ocott appeared in front of everyone wearing a plain robe and his hair was loose. The noisy generals immediately quieted down, all interested, looking at the most honorable leader in the Tlaxcala Alliance.

"..."

In the eyes of the generals, Ocott was unarmed, staggered, and was escorted by the samurai. He came to the familiar hall and looked at his palace with mixed emotions. Now it was occupied by the fierce Mexicans, and he was speechless for a while.

"Okot, noble tree-serpent god, leader of the Tlaxcalans."

Avit was full of interest, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Holding the divine scepter of inheritance, he looked at Ocott's bleak expression and commanded lightly.

"Come on! Right here, let's dance a celebratory sacrificial dance for the warriors of the Alliance who captured the Tree Snake City!"

"...you!"

Hearing this, Ocott gritted his teeth and his eyes gradually turned red. He has been a noble goddess since he was a child, standing above all people, how has he ever suffered such humiliation?

"What? Okot, don't you want to?"

Avet's expression was slightly cold, with killing intent in his eyes.

"I don't think you should be stupid enough to refuse."

"..."

Okot shivered. He looked at the king of Mexica who was sitting high, and thought of the life of the captives these days, tears in his eyes. As a noble ajin, he could not, like the most fearless warrior, regard pain and death as nothing.

"...Red is the dwelling place of man, the freshness of life and blood."

After a moment, Ocott bowed his head, dressed in white, tiptoed, and danced the sacrificial dance of death and mourning. He waved his arms, his hair was loose, and he danced with his hands and feet, with the bleakness of farewell, the sadness of the subjugation of the country, and the desire to go to the kingdom of God.

"...I hesitated in the dark, searching in the caverns of skin, and saw nothing but white bones..."

The mournful chanting echoed in the hall, crying blood, but it was exactly the same Mexican language.

"...I came from the north, the wasteland of the same blood. I went to the south, the flames that burned apart..."

Hearing this, Avit raised his brows and moved slightly. In terms of blood and language, the Mexicans and the Tlaxcalans are true brothers. The two tribes have been fighting for decades, and now, the winner has finally been decided. And what will the final winner do to the loser at the moment?

"...I'm burning, and you're burning too! Red is a flame that never goes out. Surviving Tlaxcalans! You are crawling along the edge, in the deep underground world, struggling between death for survival ..."

Hearing this passage, the expressions of the generals present flashed, and their smiles gradually faded. Since the Eastern Expedition, the various legions have been fierce and unusual towards the Tlaxcala divisions, and they have not shown the slightest mercy.

"...When the flames devoured me, I turned to ashes and floated to the red realm. I saw the end of death, and there was nothing left! It was the end of reincarnation, and the end of all things, whether you or me. .."

Okot sang, danced, and wept, watching the king above. It was not until the end of the song that he stopped and looked at the high ceiling. There, there is an open-air wind tunnel with free and warm winds blowing from the vast night sky.

"Well...the dance is good. It seems that you are more suitable for singing and dancing than leading soldiers to fight!"

After a long while, Avit lowered his eyes, nodded slightly, and commented with a smile. This mournful song and dance extolling death was somewhat unexpected to him. In the aesthetics of the Mexicans, such songs and dances are quite charming and unforgettable.

"Take him off!"

Okot pursed his lips, with tears in his eyes, and was taken away by the guards again. This time, after he left the palace where he had lived for decades, he had no chance to return.

"cough."

The fire flickered, and the hall gradually became quiet. Avit sorted out his thoughts and said with a smile.

"Haha! Although the dance of the Tlaxcala gods is good, it is a little too sad. My favorite is the dance of the alliance nobles, which is heroic and majestic, swallowing mountains and rivers..."

"Victory in the Eastern Expedition, the Royal Legion will return soon. Commanders of the city-state army, stand up and dance for your king!"

The king's voice, calm and powerful, fell in the ears of the legion commanders, as if carrying the power of thunder.

"Dance again?!..."

The head of the reeds, Sintel, immediately frowned, resentful in his heart. He looked to the left and right, only to see Iser, the head of the mountain, stood up first, followed by the new head of the acid wood, Hochcarlo. Then, Pacho, the head of Xiajin, stood up quietly. This time, no one dared to make any excuses like the dead Yotico.

"Hey."

Sintel sighed silently and joined the team. Then, the four honorable noble nobles, the commanders of the real power of the city-state army, together in the hall, danced for the supreme king and praised the supreme sun!

"In the courtyard, a round of sun is like flint, standing still!  …

Flint is supreme, overlooking the sky of birds, the earth that gives life...

The flint burns brightly, so that time is held in the hand, and the heaven and earth of divinity are illuminated...

The flint swirled like a snake, the cloud snake burned in flames, and the king of gods drank the water from the fire!

That's red blood...

Gods drink blood, Gods feed on vitality. God controls immortal life and bestows it on the loyal king! ...

"

The heads of the four city-states sang loudly and raised their arms and legs high. This is a prayer in praise of the sun god, usually used in sacred sacrifices. And singing here, of course, compares the king to the sun god, and compares himself to a loyal servant, expressing the most thorough obedience.

The Eastern Expedition was victorious, the Tree Snake City fell, and the city-state army suffered a lot of casualties. The situation at this time was very different from the last time the dance was performed. The prestige of the king has risen to the highest level like the noon sun. And the strength of the king, like the sun in the middle, firmly suppresses the states!

Listening and listening, a bright smile bloomed on Avit's face. When everyone finished the sacrificial dance and saluted breathlessly, the king clenched his scepter and exclaimed in sincere admiration.

"Good! Very good! I like it!"

"Praise the king! I would like to dance and sing for you!"

The four city-state army commanders all bowed their heads, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com looked respectful and saluted the king.

"Um."

Avet looked around at everyone and kept nodding. The corner of his mouth was smiling, but his eyes were as sharp as a falcon. After the temptation to dance, it was the obedience he really wanted.

"Reed Sintel, Gap Kinpacho, Mountain Isère, Spruce Hodgecarlo..."

The king was full of oppressive voices, and read out the names of the legion commanders. Afterwards, the king's intentions were directly revealed, and there was no longer any cover.

"The supreme sun needs the guards of the city-state warriors! ... After the Eastern Expedition, I will build two new guard camps, at least the level of the third-level elite fire warriors!"

Avit's eyes fell, and he looked at the army commanders whose expressions changed suddenly, and announced ruthlessly.

"The warriors of all states are very brave. Your four city-state legions will send out a thousand elite warriors above the thirteenth level! ... The Acid Wood Legion suffered heavy casualties, with 200 troops, while the Mountain Legion did not participate in the siege, only 300 troops. . The remaining two states, let's each pay half!..."