Chapter 237 Meeting and Gift

"Huh? The alliance's scout wooden sign? It's higher than my level."

The spear militiamen were meticulous, formed a tight formation, and surrounded the two men with sharp bronze spears. The young captain Guzman looked confused. The two people opposite him were wearing black robes, stained with blood, and carrying a bamboo basket on their backs. He looked at the wooden sign handed over by the other party, carefully identified it for a while, and then asked again in Mexica.

"Are you the kingdom's spy?"

"We, the people of the Alliance!"

Chihuaco blinked and continued to repeat in simple Mexica. Guzman scratched his head. He couldn't quite understand the other party's accent, so he turned to the close militiamen.

"Please come over, General Ezpin. There may be urgent information."

A militiaman immediately came out and headed north. The remaining people held their spears steady and pointed them at the two people in the encirclement, with the spear points touching the vital points of their chests and abdomen. Chihuaco and Puap repeated it several times, but the captain on the other side said nothing and looked serious. Soon, a large amount of sweat began to seep out from their foreheads.

Not far away to the north, Ezpin stood at the end of the street with blood on his armor. He shook the cold spear in his hand and looked at everything in front of him.

The majestic royal capital fell under the night sky, and the flames and shouts of death were scattered in the wind; the flag on the top of the Palace of Wind fell silently, falling in front of the bright red palace; the top of the House of Wind burned with blue fire, and for hundreds of years The temple was destroyed in the smoke; the great nobles passed down from generation to generation also fell down wailing, becoming cold embellishments in the gorgeous manor.

These scenes fell into the eyes of Admiral Ezpin, and turned into turbulent emotions rising and falling in his chest. The once arrogant nobles and high-ranking priests are now as humble as dust, wailing and prostrate themselves at his feet. A single word can determine life or death!

Ezpin's expression changed. He stroked his severed finger, feeling filled with joy and confusion. After a long while, he turned around, looked at His Highness's position from a distance, bowed quietly and sighed.

"This is the choice of life! The God of destiny is elusive, only the incarnation of the God will remain in the world forever! If there is no Your Highness, what will happen to me?"

As Ezpin was sighing, the militiamen who reported the news came in a hurry. The two simply whispered a few words and walked south together. Soon, Ezpin saw the agents surrounded. He looked at the hummingbird pattern vaguely exposed under the other party's torn black robe, and his eyes were fixed.

"Are you a spy? A warrior from the Hummingbird family?"

Hearing the familiar capital accent, Puap's expression finally relaxed. He nodded and answered cautiously.

"We are the internal response to open Nancheng. There is an urgent military situation and we want to meet with His Highness."

"Meeting His Highness? Military situation? What military situation?"

"." Puap was speechless for a moment. He looked at the old militiaman.

"The Lord God bless you! Who are you?"

The old militiaman asked with a respectful smile.

Ezpan first looked at the scout wooden sign, then looked at Chihuaco's smile, and finally glanced at the opponent's bamboo basket before speaking.

"I am Ezpan. I was born in the south of Qinchongcan. I have been a miner for many years. Now, I am the new commander of the Alliance Tarasco Militia Corps, and I am also the temporary adjutant of the Phalange Corps!"

"Ah! Legion Commander!"

The old militiaman looked confused, but Puap made a sound of surprise.

"In the Mexican Alliance, we Prepecha people can actually reach this position! Leading an army by ourselves!"

"Yes. I have been following His Highness for two years, and I am one of the first tribesmen to follow His Highness!"

Ezpin raised his head and answered proudly, feeling a little more favorable in his heart.

Chihuaco pondered for a while, pulled Puap hard, and pointed at his chest.

"Lao Pu, take it out! He is reliable!"

The gray earth warrior hesitated for a moment before taking out His Highness's jade talisman. Ezpan's pupils shrank instantly. He watched carefully for a moment, and his expression became serious.

"Your Highness's jade talisman?!"

Chihuaco nodded and said seriously.

"Sir, we know the whereabouts of the royal prince and want to report to His Highness!"

"What? Prince! Where is he?!"

Chihuaco forced a smile on his face.

"Sir, we are all from Prepecha. We will serve His Highness together in the future and we should take care of each other. Why don't you come with us and report to His Highness?"

"Yes, His Highness personally promised me a noble title and gave me a jade token as a token. We are all Prepecha people loyal to His Highness."

"Huh?. The Prepecha people who are loyal to His Highness, take care of each other."

The fire light shone brightly, illuminating the three people looking at each other. Miners, farmers, and warriors, three different people from Tarasco, met here for the first time. In this changing and unknown era, their original ordinary destiny was changed by the war of the Mexican Alliance. They have become attached to His Highness and thus embarked on a path they had never thought of. There is a bright future on this road and an unpredictable future!

After a while, Ezpin touched his severed finger again. He finally smiled and nodded solemnly.

"The Lord God bless you, as it should be!"

"God bless you!"

The three of them smiled and prayed at the same time. Chihuako breathed a sigh of relief, and the clothes on his back were already soaked. He made a sincere plea to Ezpin.

"Master, let's set off now! There is chaos and fighting in the city right now. Can you send two teams of militiamen to protect our families?"

"Okay! Where is your residence?"

"Master, wait for me."

The old militiaman turned around and ran half way across the street, calling out all the brothers who were hiding. He patted Wezti's shoulder hard and warned him carefully.

"Wood, you stay and go find Reed. She is in the hole at home! Be careful!"

Puap also left a confidant. Ezpan asked Guzman to lead a team to protect him. Then, he led a group of people and hurried towards the south of the city. His Highness has entered the city and is currently sitting at the south gate in person!

The strong wind blows past the south gate full of torches. Xiulote stood on the eight-meter-high tower, looking at the lights all over the city that never sleeps, and his heart was filled with the pride and excitement of conquest! He watched the dark green torrent move forward, occupying all parts of the city, destroying all resistance, and then planting the flag of the alliance!

The shouts of killing came from far away, and the cheers gradually became louder. In the eyes of the young king, tonight's painting is so beautiful, like a masterpiece painted by his own hands. A fresh night breeze blows, and it is so refreshing that it makes people think about the distance.

"The wind in May is so warm! After conquering the royal capital, the warriors should stop for a while. We must do our best to protect and provide relief to the people in the capital, and conserve manpower as much as possible! Next, spring plowing is the first priority!"

"Your Highness, be merciful!"

Bertard admired sincerely.

Shulot smiled. He looked around. Hundreds of guards were holding bows and sticks, guarding the south gate, while messengers were running back and forth, reporting the latest battle conditions everywhere.

"Your Highness, General Orosh sent someone to report back: Most of the Tekos camps have been defeated. The surrendered enemies are like turkeys all over the mountains and fields, and thousands of prisoners have been taken!"

"Your Highness, Marshal Iskali sent someone to report back: The four gates have been completely sealed, and none of the descendants of Tarasco can escape! General Cozart at the east gate is brave and has a keen eye. He has captured a prince. ! What a blessing from the Lord!”

Hearing this, Shulot was startled, and the face of the Weasel Patriarch appeared in front of his eyes. He smiled and nodded.

"Send to the main camp and check the identity. If it is true, it will be recorded as a great achievement."

"Your Highness, General Etalik reports: The craftsman camp has been captured, and more than a thousand senior craftsmen have been captured, including more than a dozen master coppersmiths! The logistics camp has just been occupied, and a large amount of food, army supplies and women have been found!"

"Your Highness, General Kuruca reports: The southern city is under control, and the fire is also under control. The Lance Corps is heading to the east and west cities!"

"Your Highness, General Natalie reports: The temple priests lit the flames. The temple at the top of the pyramid is burning. There should be no priests surviving. The troops are sweeping away the big nobles in the center of the city. The looting has made a lot of gains. Please send reinforcements to support!"

"Order Orosh's troops to enter the noble area as soon as possible, and the looting harvest must be recorded clearly!"

Then, Shulot frowned and asked.

"The Wind House Temple has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is simple and magnificent and famous all over the world. Why don't you put out the fire as soon as possible?!"

"Your Highness, the temple priests lit thousands of kilograms of Stone of the Dead. The thick poisonous smoke spread and enveloped the entire pyramid. The warriors had no choice but to retreat!"

"Light thousands of pounds of sulfur on fire!"

Xiulote was shocked and looked from a distance. Under the dark sky, thick black smoke was vaguely visible, rising from the center of the city. Thick smoke filled the sky, obscuring the brightness of the stars and the moon, and making the sky even darker. The flames at the top of the temple are hidden in the black mist, occasionally revealing a bit of dazzling blue, as if the world of the dead has descended.

"The priestly heritage of Tarasco will be cut off here. Forget it, let the Lord God rebuild the faith!"

Shulot shook his head. Then, he thought of something and asked doubtfully.

"Where is Toltec's messenger? Has the chief minister of the Palace of Winds captured him? Where are the other Tarasco royals?"

"This Toltec general has captured the palace. He sent out his bodyguards and reported that the chief may be dead? The royal family members are on the hunt."

"Maybe? Under arrest?"

Shulot's gaze was focused, and the mountain of pressure was revealed. The messenger fell to his knees and replied fearfully.

"General Black Wolf said that he will personally plead guilty to His Highness!"

The young king had a sullen face and nodded slowly. He looked up into the city and saw a group of armed militiamen with torches coming from the end of the street, and they soon arrived in front of him.

"General Ezpin requested an audience and has important information to report back!"

"Let him come up."

The group quickly climbed onto the tower. Ezpan took only Chihuaco and Puap to the position a dozen steps in front of His Highness, and knelt down to salute respectfully.

"Your Highness, the new sun lights up the sky and is above the majestic royal capital. The royal capital of Tarasco has fallen. You are the land in the vast lake. In the hearts of all Prepecha people, you are the only true king. !”

Hearing this, Shulot laughed. He looked at Ezpin and shook his head with a smile.

"Stop! There are still many things to do later. How the people of Prepecha will look at me depends on how well this year's spring plowing goes! Ezpin, you didn't come to see me just to say a few words of congratulations, right? ?”

"Your Highness is wise! I met several internal agents in the city. They are the heroes who sacrificed the South City Gate. They have His Highness's jade talisman in their hands. Now they want to report the information about Prince Tarasco!"

"oh?"

Shulot looked at the two people in front of him with interest.

The Prepecha man on the left is older, with an old face, and a respectful smile on his face, but also a bit calm. The ends of his eyebrows were covered with weather-beaten wrinkles, making him look quite like an old farmer. The samurai on the right is about thirty years old and looks quite nervous. He had a fierce face and a strong body. He was bowing his head in a restrained manner and then handed out the jade talisman in his hand.

The young king took the jade talisman and after a brief inspection, he was sure that it was the letter talisman given not long ago. He nodded and smiled gently.

"Very good! You sacrificed the south gate to prevent the army from attacking the city, and also saved many civilians in the city. You have done a great job! I promised you a hereditary noble title, so I will not break my promise, and I will receive all the financial rewards I deserve. Yes, where is the prince of Tarasco now?"

"Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness!"

Puap fell to his knees with a happy face. He kowtowed heavily to His Highness several times before accusing him angrily.

"Your Highness, we sneaked into the Palace of Winds and took a lot of effort to take away the royal prince Sartini. However, when we were at the east gate, we were intercepted by a general guarding the city. The prince and his belongings were robbed. We almost lost our lives!”

Hearing this, Ezpan's face froze and he translated Puap's words. Shulot frowned slightly before speaking calmly.

"I see. The prince captured by the east gate is called Sartini. Well, I've never heard of this name. It seems that he is not at the forefront of the succession."

Chihuaco raised his head and carefully paid attention to His Highness's expression. Seeing that His Highness was indifferent, he suddenly understood that there was no hope for this military exploit. The old militiaman gritted his teeth, put down the bamboo basket behind his back, and groped for a moment among the soft and colorful feathers. Finally, under Bertard's vigilant eyes, he took out an emerald that was bigger than his fist!

"Dedicated to you, my great lord! This is a gem inherited from the Tarasco royal family, as big as the moon!"

The crystal emerald gemstone shines in the firelight, reflecting the breathtaking light. At this moment, the surrounding warriors all held their breath at the same time, staring at the changing intoxicating light. In the culture of Central America, the crystal clear emerald symbolizes supreme wisdom, being able to see through everything and foresee the distant future like Quetzalcoatl!

Shulot suddenly straightened his back and stretched out his right hand. Chihuaco carefully handed the gem to his bodyguard. The personal guard inspected it briefly before handing it to His Highness. Shulot stroked the bright and smooth huge gem, with joy in his eyes.

"Such a huge emerald! It fits my title of 'divine revelation'!"

"Your Highness, this gem was inherited from the royal family of Tarasco. It bears witness to your great cause of destroying the kingdom, and it also matches your divine wisdom. It is a gift from the Lord God! I promise you the royal power to rule the land in the lake!

If it is made into a divine staff and announced to everyone, and then the priests write prayers and praises, and the poets write hymns and sing them, not only will the legionaries respect it, but the Prepecha people in the land of the lake will also respect it if they hear it. Lie down and accept your control! "

Ezpin's eyes lit up. His thoughts flashed, and he knelt down to congratulate him again. As a Prepecha native, he knew that the people in the lake also believed in gods, were obsessed with divine objects, and feared fate and omens. This gem, if used correctly, will outlast tens of thousands of warriors!

After hearing Ezpin's suggestion, Shulot thought for a moment and laughed heartily again.

"Being appointed by God, you will live a long and prosperous life, very good! Ezpan, you really have a good idea! After this Western Expedition, you should be promoted to a hereditary noble. And with this idea, your future , glory can be expected!”

Upon hearing His Highness's promise, Ezpin trembled with excitement and bowed to the ground with joy.

"Thank you for your gift, Your Highness! Please hold my hair, you are my only sun!"

Shulot smiled and stretched out his hand, and the faces of the guards suddenly showed expressions of envy. Although Chihuaco and Puap couldn't quite understand it, they could roughly understand its meaning. The old militiaman's eyes turned red. He gritted his teeth and took out a bloody cloth bag from the bamboo basket again!

"My generous lord, here is the chief of Tarasco!"