"The eagle flies in the sky,

It is the sun,

It is the Inca,

Our gods,

Our ancestors,

He stood on a high place,

He's radiant......"

Birds of prey fly across the grasslands, from day to night and then to day, tracing westward in the footsteps of the sun. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info It crossed the boundless green sea, did not drink, eat, sleep, and finally caught up with the sun one evening.

It has arrived in the Incas.

Amid the loud chanting of the temple, the eagle fell on the stone scaffolding in the afterglow of the setting sun, and one warrior soon arrived, taking the leaves, and another offering fresh flesh and blood to it.

"The emperor is the sun,

The emperor is the god,

He has it all,

He gives everything,

He is the protection,

He is the ...... of strength"

In the glow of the setting sun, the Emperor is receiving a sacrifice, and the priests insist that there is an important sign to come, so the ruler of the empire has to stand here and do his part in the play like a puppet.

At the sound of the priest's chanting, the warrior walked into the main hall with the leaves.

The Emperor continued to sit upright, and the ritual was about to reach its most important moment, when the sun would set behind the Emperor, making it clear to all that he was the sun itself.

The man glanced cautiously at the leaves, then abruptly put away all self-restraint.

"Enough!"

The priests who were reciting the prayer looked up in surprise, but their mouths were wide open but they did not make a sound, and suddenly there was a terrible silence in the hall, except for the faint sound of the chanting of the crowd in the city outside.

"The foreshadowing you want has come. ”

The Emperor's words were filled with rage, but he had not lost his mind, much to the horror of the priests.

"The Eastern Province has just experienced a fiasco. ”

The emperor was not interested in saying more, and the priest stepped forward to take the leaves, which were quickly passed through the main hall.

"Dark clouds cannot obscure the sun's brilliance......"

"The armies of the Empire have never suffered defeat in a situation where they have the upper hand. ”

The Emperor seemed to have calmed down, but none of the priests were relieved by this, they knew what the defeat of that battle represented, and the Emperor's anger would not subside for a long time.

"Is that what you call a foreshadowing?"

"Yes. ”

"What does that mean?"

The emperor looked at the priests in the main hall, and countless thoughts flashed in his heart, he was curious about what the so-called foresigns were, the priests seemed to have determined all this without any communication in an instant, but if the foreshadowing came from the gods, why did the emperor as an Inca not know it at all......

"In the final battle, the world of the sun will end, and no one can know what the new world will look like. ”

"Hmm. ”

The Emperor was no longer angry, he nodded calmly, and while feeling the simplicity and clarity of the way the priests had chosen to speak this time, he maintained his majesty and walked towards the exit of the main hall.

For him, the priestly foreshadowing was a very simple phrase: "The war has begun." ”

Then what needs to be done is clearly visible.

The emperor walked out of the main hall, and several warriors immediately followed, he waved his hand, and only said: "The empire has begun a war." ”

......

"The empire began the war. ”

Tonnan and Magellan had just returned to Tenochtitlan, and they had not even been given a little rest before they were called to the temple.

"Inca?"

"Yes. ”

Both Magellan and Tonan knew what that meant.

The Inca Empire was once an enemy of the Aztecs, but now, they were the most solid allies. The Aztecs were only two hundred years old, and for the last one hundred and fifty years they were the Inca mercenaries, who fought in the Empire's conquest of the eastern steppes.

So when news of war came from the Empire again, the Aztecs would do only one thing.

"Tonan, you will be the commander of the army, this is the last war in our sun, maybe the Aztecs are destined to not be able to continue to exist......"

"I will win the war. ”

Tonan never thought about defeat, he was born a warrior and had only victory in his heart.

"Outsiders follow you. ”

Magellan glanced at Tonan with some surprise: "Okay. ”

"Your friends, they are willing to help the Aztecs," the Elder said with exhaustion in his tone, "In the rainforest, flying creatures are not unusual, but in the steppes, they will be the best scouts and heralds. They believe you can help us in the war, outsiders ......"

"I'll do my best. ”

"We must win, or the fate of the world will be over, and the sun will no longer rise, can you imagine such a scene, warrior?"

Magellan ignored the elder's meaningless exclamation, and he changed the subject: "What about the spring spring?"

"If an army of a hundred men had set out from the Maya and arrived at the Spring Spring, they would have one warrior left, and if the same army had set out from the southern steppes and arrived at Tenochtitlan, they would have fifty warriors. After the elder finished speaking, he seemed to feel that this was not enough to convince the two, and finally added, "Another Tyrannosaurus Rex warrior will go to the Spring Spring to garrison, and the number of warriors in the camp will not decrease." ”

"Let's go. ”

Tonnan turned and walked towards the exit of the temple, and Magellan saluted the elders before following.

"You seem to have talked about the army that went south. ”

"That's a very troublesome opponent. ”

......

The Holy Spirit sat on the grass and prayed with the faithful.

In front of him lay a silver plate with a piece of bread and a glass of water next to it.

The Holy Spirit does not need to eat and drink, and his existence is entirely dependent on the power of science, but the pure Holy Spirit involuntarily begins to recall the taste of food.

It was too long ago to remember, and he quickly gave it up.

When the Holy Spirit raised his head, a warrior stood in front of him.

"What?"

The power of the Holy Spirit comes from purity, and his voice is loud and distant, like the cry of an army at the distant zenith.

"A messenger came from the north, and they were going well. ”

The Holy Spirit nodded and stood up from the grass.

Although he was dressed in armor like all knights, the Holy Spirit was recognizable to all at a glance, and he actually preferred the simple attire of the pious in his heart, but he knew better what kind of attire was more suitable for the commander in the army.

In a large tent, the Holy Spirit saw the messenger from the north.

There is no doubt that this is an explorer.

"We have occupied the rainforest, completely destroyed the indigenous people who call themselves Mayans, and all their city-states have surrendered, and now only the last city-state in the West, called the Aztec, is still resisting, but it is only a matter of time. ”

The Holy Spirit was silent and nodded slowly.