MTL - Aztec Eternals-Chapter 1 capture

The setting sun sprinkled on the vast forest and sea, and the clouds were dyed red and rose like waves. The sky is as clean as a flat lake, and a wisp of cooking smoke rises. Beneath the smoke was a rudimentary settlement, littered with huts made of branches and long grass. Dozens of tribesmen in leather skirts made a fire to cook in the middle of the fire pit, laughing and joking, and the aroma of corn, wild vegetables and unknown animal meat wafted in the air.

Twelve-year-old Shilot stood in the depths of the woods, looking at the settlement in the distance a little confused. He has a delicate face, black hair, black eyes, yellow skin, and a small clean face. On his head was a conical pointed hat, a dark green waistcoat that could wrap around his body, a brown loincloth tied around his belly, the cloth head hanging down just to cover the vital points, and moccasins on his feet.

He held a foot-long obsidian dagger in his right hand, and a small shield tied to his left. It is said to be a small shield, but it is enough to cover his small body. Most notable is a special obsidian necklace that hangs from his neck to his chest, an important status symbol.

Shilot looked in front of him, a group of strong warriors could be seen faintly in the shadows of the trees. The warriors were dressed in green leather armor and outlined strong lines. Cuffs and cuffs dyed red, same loincloth, pointed leather cap. However, most of them were barefoot, with a rope tied around their waists, a half-meter leather wooden shield on the left hand, engraved with terrifying patterns, and a long obsidian stick over a meter long in the right hand, and the sharp inserts had been removed. At this moment, the warriors hunched over to keep quiet, but their eyes gleamed with danger and excitement.

Perhaps feeling Shirot's gaze, the two samurai stood up and walked over silently. The leading samurai is in his thirties or forties. He is extraordinarily strong. His face is painted with red and green stripes. He wears a fierce tiger helmet. Bright feathers hang from the back of the helmet. . This is the elite of the Empire, the leader of a 20-man squad, a jaguar warrior.

The jaguar walked up to Shirlot: "Shirot, we're going to attack soon. This is your first time participating in the battle, so you don't need to follow us to charge. You stand on the outside, if you see anyone escaping The savage will tell Tells. If you see a suitable opponent, you can also go up, use your shield and knife. Remember you don't need to take prisoners, don't keep your hands!"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to the young warrior beside him and instructed: "Ters, follow Shulot, don't let him face the wrong opponent. If he can deal with it, don't intervene. For the first time, let him Stained with blood. I will take you two prisoners." After speaking, he nodded to Xiuluo and left again quietly.

The young warrior was about twenty years old, and squatted beside Shulot in frustration: "Shirot, I will always be by your side, and later you can find a lonely little savage or an old savage..."

"Tels, why are we attacking this group of tribesmen? They haven't hurt us." With confusion in his eyes, the memory of "the past" always haunts his mind, even if it starts to blur, hundreds of years later His values ​​still stubbornly survive in his heart, in this cruel jungle age.

"Why?" Teres scratched his head, "Because the new Tratoani has just ascended the throne, we need more sacrifices in the coronation ceremony."

"Then why spend so many lives in sacrifice ceremonies?"

"Because this is the preference of the gods..."

At this moment, a loud eagle cry came, and then dozens of figures rushed out of the jungle. With terrifying howls from their mouths, the samurai surrounded the settlement from all sides. A "jaguar" rushed in front, the stripes on the tiger's skin were colorful and jumping, and the heavy obsidian long stick was like dancing lightning, and a light slap knocked a young savage unconscious to the ground. Then a backhand hit the other person's waist and abdomen, and the other person immediately fell to the ground and rolled over in pain. The other samurai also continued to achieve victories, and even though the number of tribesmen was four or five times that of the samurai, the battle was one-sided.

The short spear hurriedly raised by the tribal warrior was deftly avoided by the warriors, and there were shallow marks on the leather armor of the warriors. Several tribal hunters also began to resist, shooting short homemade arrows with rudimentary hunting bows and inserting them into the leather armor of several warriors. This was the last effective resistance, and it was quickly defeated by the warriors who were attracted.

The next battle turned into a one-sided chase and capture. The tribesmen fled in all directions. The warriors either chased or pulled out ropes and **** satisfied captives. A samurai began to sway the fire from the fire pit to the hut, and soon the glow and the cries of the fire filled the sunset.

"Let's go too." Tells urged behind him. Shulot stared blankly at the firelight of the tribe, the figures flickered in front of his eyes, and the crying and laughter seemed to be far and near. At this time, a thin figure suddenly rushed from the front, and the sound of running came with a violent panting, and was rushing towards Shulot.

"Be careful!" An urgent shout came from behind. The figure in front obviously also found Shulot, and the sharp wooden spear in his hand stabbed straight at the small enemy.

Shirot's eyes flashed, his left hand raised his shield subconsciously, and the wooden spear rubbed the thick skin and slid to one side. The actions of compulsory training in the past two years have been like flowing water, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Xiuluo took a step forward, followed by a push with his right hand, the dagger pierced deeply into a soft object, and the moist liquid warmed his palm. The figure in front of him paused, and the wooden spear weakly hit the shield again, and then again, the strength rapidly diminished.

Only then did Xiulote see the person in front of him, a unkempt young man, extremely thin, fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pair of hateful eyes staring at him, and then his pupils gradually diverged, and his body slipped from the dagger softly, powerless. He collapsed in front of Sherlot, still looking at her with lost eyes.

As if being hit by something, Shiloh staggered back a step, the dagger slipped to the ground from his right hand, and his knees suddenly softened. At this time, a pair of big hands behind him firmly supported the boy's shoulders.

"Good job." Tells said, "I'm very skilled in stabbing with a shield. It seems that the priest and the captain are well trained."

"I didn't mean to..." Theros murmured.

"what?"

"Why do you do this..."

"Why why? Fighting is the greatest glory, the greatest joy. Of course, so is the sacrifice. After grabbing some sacrifices, we can wait for this year's coronation ceremony. I'm really looking forward to it." Tells smiled innocently. , with a gleam of joy in his eyes.

"It's not right...it's not right..."

"What are you talking about, I can't hear you? It's normal to be a little dizzy the first time. It was the same for me the first time. Of course, you are younger. Oh, the captain's side seems to be over, let's hurry over there." Les picked up the dagger and stuffed it into Shirot's waist. Then he half-pulled the boy towards the "Jaguar".

Behind him, the corpse of a young man was lying on the grass, his eyes staring blankly at the sky. The sunset gradually faded away, and the darkness engulfed him.