In the low tent, a bright brazier was lit. The orange fire warmed a can of light fruit wine, and also illuminated a wide wooden map. Simple jungles and city-states are unfolded on the wooden map inherited by the tribe, coupled with ancient graphic characters, and the vast coastal land is marked with myths and legends.訨

"From the conquered Feathered Serpent Holy City to the unconquered Hidden Serpent Holy City, it is a seaside place thousands of miles from east to west. For hundreds of years, there have been countless powerful tribal chiefs who longed for a complete unification. The minions of Tornak, forging an alliance stronger than ever before, against the threat from the Highlands..."

"However, in recorded history, none of the Totonak chiefs have realized their ambitions. For the countless tribes scattered throughout the jungle and inland along the coast, only the priests of two holy places have truly established Widespread impact..."

Snake Priest Miawa sat opposite Shulot with a solemn expression. At this moment, the light of wisdom flashed in her eyes, her voice was calm and confident, and there was a trace of undetectable excitement.

"Among all the tribes, there are only three groups that really hold power: the most honorable descendants of the gods, the priests who communicate with the gods, and the warriors who master the force! The first two come from hereditary inheritance and are born with the power to rule. Only the last samurai will accept the brave ordinary tribal people..."

"Similarly, governing a tribe and mastering the ruling power requires the inheritance of culture. The nobility of the descendants of gods and priests lies not only in their blood and divinity, but also in the knowledge they inherit. Apart from the two, they also have the inheritance , they are tribal sages in small tribes, or narrators around campfires. Their tribes are too small to support truly noble gods and priests... and for these people, the so-called rule is farming in the fields .and the whole tribe, thousands of Burakumin, is..."

Having said that, Mia Watt paused. She smiled and looked at the meditating king opposite.

Shulot raised his brows, thought for a while, and asked in a deep voice.訨

"In the eyes of the Totonac priests, the tribe is the crop? The tribal people are the corn?"

"No! Your Highness, you guessed wrong! Corn is the harvested fruit, a gift from the Sun God and the Feathered Serpent God. But how can ordinary tribal people become corn?..."

Miawa shook her head with a smile, and spoke quietly.

"The tribe is fertile land, but the tribal people are just the vast soil. We plant crops on the soil, and a stable rule is to let the seeds grow, stretch out a firm root system, and hold all the soil in the roots... "

"soil…"

Hearing such a metaphor, Shulot's eyes flickered, and he asked calmly.

"Is this what the Totonac priests think?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Miawa nodded affirmatively. Then, she seemed to think of something and added another sentence.

"This is not only the view of the seaside priests, but also the view of the descendants of the gods and warriors, and it is also the view of the mud people themselves. Extending from the seaside, the older Zapotec people in the south, and the more stubborn people in the east The Mayans are the same, even going one step further... In the mythology of the Mayans for two thousand years, the world is ruled by the sacred tree of kapok. And the place shrouded by the sacred kapok is not only natural, but also like the rise and fall of the sun and the moon , no one can change..."

Hearing this, Xiu Luo nodded his head, his thoughts drifted away. The political ecology of the lowland tribes was indeed completely different from that of the plateau tribes.

The Mexica plateau continued to fight continuously, and was constantly impacted by the northern dog descendants going south. Powerful dynasties were established one after another, and then collapsed and dissipated within hundreds of years. The various ministries continued to merge, and the high and low continued to be subverted. In contrast, from Totonac to the Maya, the scattered and isolated rainforest tribes can be passed on for thousands of years, but they are more class-solidified and traditionally closed. And these long-term scattered inheritances have formed stubborn traditions and concepts of nobility and inferiority, which are also the biggest enemy of the kingdom's centralized rule!

In fact, the League never really ruled these distant and scattered city-states. He needs to explore carefully to find a way to establish rule. And once there is mature experience, the new ruling system can be applied to the entire south of the world, and then extended to the land of Maya!

"Keep talking! I want to hear something new."

"Yes, Your Highness...Conquest is the fire that burns wasteland, burning away the corn that used to be on the earth, and rule is farming...The farmers who farm the fields are priests, descendants of gods, and sages who master knowledge, and the farm tools in the hands of farmers are A warrior of the tribe..."

"The Mexica fire came from the plateau, burned the crops in the fields, and killed most of the god-born farmers. The remaining low-level priests and sages of small tribes fled and scattered, hiding in the forest, far away Looking at the burnt fields, the farm tools in the hands of the farmers are scattered all over the place, and in the hands of the new owners, they are not suitable for use, but a bit thorny..."

"So, Your Highness, if you want to manage this field, you must accept some of the past farmers, master the old farm tools, and then plant new seeds... and the most difficult part of it is the attachment of people's hearts! From the old It is not an easy task to select usable and reliable ones from all the farmers and agricultural implements, or to make them usable and reliable..."

"Miyawa, have you ever thought about it? Maybe, the soil can also become a farmer, and you can take care of yourself..."

"Uh... Your Highness, are you kidding me? I've never seen it... At least, it has never appeared on the thousand-year-old inheritance board in the seashore..."

"..."

Shulot didn't speak, but raised his brows and lowered his eyes. Miawa blinked her eyes and spoke softly. Her voice is hoarse, but she has a mature charm.訨

"Your Highness, you should admit that in the ancient seaside, the rule of the kingdom is like a seed that has been sown for a few days and has just sprouted... It is still far from taking root and growing tall branches. It's far away...not to mention, as you expected, it will grow into a divine tree that has never existed before!..."

Hearing this, Shulot was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Miawa, you see it very clearly... The rule of the kingdom here is maintained by force. Now, there are more than 500,000 Totonac tribes who have surrendered, and 50,000 tribes have surrendered troops who have experienced wars...The kingdom The 20,000 legions of the army are gradually not enough..."

For the Kingdom of the Lake, the larger the area conquered, the more tribes it conquered, and the number of troops that could be sent out became less and less. In fact, Black Wolf Toltek only led 10,000 legions and marched across the adobe river. Not only was there a shortage of food, but also a lack of mobile troops. And Shulot led the 4,000 Imperial Guard Legion to sit in Jinwan City, but was firmly restrained by the 100,000 newly surrendered Totonak tribe, and could not leave at all. In the final analysis, the hearts of all ministries, including the lowest-level tribal people, are indeed not in the alliance. As long as a spark is not extinguished in time, a fire may ignite!

"Your Highness, establishing a rule is like farming. It requires both the management of the field and the gestation of time. You have planted the seeds, as long as your king's banner stays here, or the mighty Mexica Legion stays here, the seeds With the most reliable care!...As long as you give it enough time, it will surely grow taller and become a towering sacred tree!..."

"Miyava, you know in your heart... I am the heir of the alliance, the king of the kingdom of the lake. I don't have time to stay here for a long time to be the king of the land by the sea. My guard army can't stay here for too long !"

Shulot shook his head, staring at the smart woman in front of him. The woman blinked and asked softly.訨

"Your Highness, how long can you stay here? Where is your legion?"

"This is the most secret military situation in the kingdom. Do you really want to know?"

Shulot narrowed his eyes, like a jaguar before hunting. Miawa puffed out her chest, her eyes were determined, like a deer preparing to sacrifice.

"Of course! Only if you tell me all the plans, can I plan for you...dedicate everything..."

"…very good!"

Xiulot took a deep look at the other party and said in a deep voice.

"I will stay here...at most a year, or a year and a half...and if the king summons me to participate in a new Southern Conquest, I will return at any time..." 訨

"Ah! A year and a half...enough!"

Hearing this, Miawa showed a charming smile with full brows and eyes. She stretched out her arms and embraced the mighty king, moaning.

"Your Highness... If you want to plant a great sacred tree on the seashore, you need a divine Totonac seed... a golden kapok seed, which inherits the divinity of all tribes and carries the mythical great…"

"And only such a golden seed ~lightnovelpub.net~ will make the whole seashore cheer, make the unwilling farmers bow their heads, and make the Totonak warriors who surrendered return to their hearts... let the countless Hundreds of thousands of humble tribesmen, obeying the inertia of hundreds of thousands of years, obeying the prophecy of the legend, prostrate at your feet!  …”

"Your Majesty! I am willing to serve you faithfully and nurture such a sacred seed for you...I will also be careful, to be your most loyal farmer, and to care for and grow the sacred seed for you!... Please believe me! The priests of the snake family, the sages of the tribe, and the ordinary servants of the gods who master knowledge and people's hearts, will also do it for the "Him" in the prophecy, for the hope of the unification of the Totonac people, and to be accepted by the new king This is the opportunity for you... loyally submit to you, and convert to the supreme Lord God! And 'He' is the support of people's hearts!..."

"Huh? Holy Seed? 'He'?"

Shulot frowned, thought for a moment, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.訨

"Miyava! You mean...you want to...huh?!"

"That's right! Your Highness the Wisdom...Only the revered bloodline of the sun and the giant snake is born with the qualifications to rule the seaside land!...Among the common hopes and legends of all seaside tribes, the real Totonac people The king will be born on the beach where the sun and the giant snake meet, and unite all the Totonac tribes into one!"

Speaking of this, Miawa chanted loudly, and even uttered a chant. She trembled all over, surging with uncontrollable excitement. Her face was flushed, and she leaned against Shulot's ear, almost impatiently, calling out in a low voice.

"Your Highness! Please let me give birth to a holy child for you! A god-born blood flowing from the highlands and lowlands at the same time, a holy son that has never been seen before... a prophecy and legend, the king of the Totonak people! "

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