Chapter 214 To the Master (Part 1)
The sun is sitting high, clouds are shrouded, and the deep sky reflects the majesty of the earth. When the king called out, hundreds of people repeated it, and the loud voice echoed in front of the military formation. Upon hearing Suangua's request for a fight, the warriors of both armies became excited at the same time. They clenched their weapons and started shouting in low voices.
In the minds of most people in this era, the fate of mortals has long been destined by the gods, and mortal wars please the gods in the sky. Death is always around, unavoidable, and can come at any time. Only a glorious death can go to the kingdom of God in heaven and give the soul the best destination. And the sacred duel is the most glorious death and victory!
Not far away, in the team of Mexica envoys, the black wolf Toltec wore a low-key wolf helmet and stared at the king of Tarasco for a moment. He held the long bow in his hand, sixty steps away, but never found a chance to take action. The bronze ax guards held large shields and tightly covered the king. On the king's body and head, he wore metal armor with shining golden light.
Toltec tilted his head slightly, and the bright light of the armor blinded his eyes again. He "tsk-tsk" twice with regret and envy, and then carried out His Highness's next mission, trying to remember Su'angua's appearance and stature, and prepare for possible pursuit. Soon, a middle-aged warrior with precise steps walked up to Suangua and whispered a few words. King Tarasco put down his staff, shouted loudly, and challenged the Mexica army to fight!
Hearing the sacred promise of a fight, Black Wolf Toltec was refreshed. He grinned, showing a wolf-like smile, and with a majestic fighting spirit in his eyes, he swept past the elite warriors around the king one by one. At this moment, the middle-aged warrior also looked over, showing a simple and resolute face. At this moment, the two people looked at each other, and they both saw similar confidence and desire in each other's eyes!
Yue Dou's shouts echoed in front of the formation. Under the banner of the black wolf, Shulot sighed for a few breaths and looked at the warrior commander.
"Bertard, where is Iskali's southern detachment now?"
"Your Highness, the last time I heard about it was the day before yesterday. At that time, he had already obeyed the order and led his army to the north, marching quickly from the south, more than a hundred miles away, to the city of Ivacchio. In the past two days, King Tarasco's army spread out in the south , covering the surrounding battlefield, and the communication between the messenger and the scouts was temporarily cut off. However, Suangua's army has been exposed, and as long as Iscari has the fighting spirit, he will definitely be on his way!"
Xiulote nodded and said with a smile.
"The Last Moon has been famous for a long time, and he is never afraid of fighting. So, let us fight Suangua!"
The young commander then raised his right hand and responded to the front of the formation, and hundreds of guards around him repeated in unison.
"The god of war Huitzilopochtli protects us! The warriors of the Alliance are never afraid of any challenge! Suangua, if you want to fight, fight!"
The heroic response echoed between heaven and earth, and the short call sounded like a war drum. Su Angua looked surprised and thoughtful. He paused for a moment and touched the extraordinarily strong bronze armor on his body, then his expression became serious and he continued to respond loudly.
"The Sun God beholds us! Holy Covenant Supreme! In the name of the gods, I, King of Tarasco, Kazonchi of the Prepecha people, Son of God Suangua, to His Highness Tenoch of Mexica The divine enlightener of the Titans, Shulot, engages in an endless and glorious battle!”
"What?!"
This time it was Shulot's turn to look surprised. A fight between the marshals of the two armies was extremely rare even in the ancient times of the Teotihuacan people. As for the duel between two kings, it is unique in the epic. There are too many uncertainties in this kind of one-on-one fighting, and no party can be completely sure.
Bertard stepped forward nervously and whispered advice.
"Your Highness, you are the shining sun, you will never have to compete with an eagle! What's more, you are still young, and your future martial arts skills will never be inferior to mine!"
Hearing this, Shulot's face turned slightly red. He smiled and spoke.
"Don't worry, Bertard, I know my current level. This is a personal act of courage. I focus on the world and don't take it seriously. Suangua made such an impossible request. On the one hand, it shows his anxiety at a disadvantage. , On the one hand, it is just to try to lower the morale of our army. Now, I have a little more confidence in winning the next battle!"
After saying that, Shulot looked solemn and shouted again towards the front of the formation.
"A true king never goes into battle easily and relies on his own martial arts to seek victory. Because the king's duty is to rule, and the warrior's duty is to fight! Why does the Wolf King need to capture the white deer himself? Go ahead, I am loyal and loyal. Brave warriors, prove your glory to the king!"
The fierce war drums sounded immediately, the temple guards blew a shrill death whistle, and the senior warriors let out excited shouts. Then, the commander's flag waved. One hundred Mexica warriors with brave names walked out of the elite scout team. They strode to the front of the two armies and roared angrily at Tarasco's legions.
Seeing the sacred fight, Izel of Trocan State was excited. This is the fastest way to become famous! He tightened his grip on the battle stick in his hand and was about to step forward and get out of the queue. At the critical moment, the old family warrior chief held his shoulders and threw him to the ground with a light side kick.
"Who?.You! Samurai Commander, why did you attack me?"
The old warrior captain glanced sideways at Izel, and then said calmly.
"Izel, you are the head of the family's war representative, and I have to keep your life. Although His Highness has praised your bravery in person, you need to have a clear understanding of yourself. I followed the great Montezuma and participated in Fight before the battle against the Mixtecs."
Having said this, the old samurai commander opened his suit, and there was a long and narrow cutting scar on his chest, almost splitting him in half horizontally.
"A fight is scheduled before the battle, and it will be a fight to the death. How can you participate now! Let's watch it carefully. When will your martial arts surpass mine? Only when you are lucky can you barely survive a group fight. Come down!"
Izel gritted his teeth angrily and got up from the ground. He raised his head angrily and looked towards the front of the formation, his expression soon becoming solemn. After a while, sweat gradually began to seep out from his forehead.
King Tarasco's troops have returned to the military line. Hundreds of Tarasco warriors, armed with bronze axes, war clubs or bronze spears, entered the competition place in front of the military formation. The warriors on both sides held their weapons and shields high, showing off their bravery to the God of War. The warriors in the military formation also shouted loudly and roared towards the opposite side. The war priests sang loudly, calling for the arrival of the God of War. Then, accompanied by a shrill chant, a short war drum suddenly sounded!
The warriors on both sides immediately burst out with a desperate cry, clenched their weapons, and charged towards the opposite side. In just a dozen breaths, the two hundred warriors were completely entangled.
Izel was dazzled and amazed. The fighting skills of these senior warriors are so proficient that almost every battle is amazing! They swept and swung, thrust forward, slashed downwards, raised their shields, deflected their side shields, counterattacked with their shields, then quickly advanced, stepped back with a small leap, and stepped diagonally. Every movement was refined, quick, concise, and precise. Just right. This is the dance between life and death!
Elite warriors always regard their shield as their life, and it is difficult to achieve quick results in a head-on fight. A Mexican warrior slammed his war stick twice, then kicked hard, knocking back the shield-holding enemy in front of him. He took a deep breath and turned around suddenly without stopping. The sharp war stick immediately swept across and hit another enemy who was fighting. The Tarasco warrior heard the wind and tried to move his shield sideways. The other opponent in front of him was merciless and moved forward to press his shield with his weapon. The sweeping war stick suddenly arrived, roaring with majestic power. Warrior Tarasco only had time to show the fear of death on his face before his neck "clicked" and his face was beaten to pieces.
A fatal blow, a precise and concise kill. The Mexican warrior who made the first kill smiled brightly and nodded to the cooperating warriors. However, within two breaths, his smile froze forever and his head hung down forever. "Pfft", "Zizi". A sharp spear tip protruded from his chest, then suddenly retracted. Splashing blood shot out from the pierced heart, splashing out in a fan shape of several meters, and sprayed all over the other warrior. Then, the dead body "thumped" forward and fell to the ground, and a sharp copper spear suddenly stabbed from behind the body. The blood-stained Mexica warrior gritted his teeth and roared, and he raised his shield to meet him on guard. A new round of catching and fighting begins again!
The calm stalemate is always short-lived, and the fierce fighting quickly escalates. With tens of thousands of warriors watching the battle, two hundred warriors roared and howled and sprayed blood. In just a few dozen breaths, the ground in front of the formation was stained with the first layer of bright red.
"Hiss!", senior scout Nekali made a fierce sneak attack, slashing through the cotton uniform at an angle and severing the waist and abdomen of the enemy in front. "Zizi", the rushing blood suddenly poured out from the huge cross-cut wound with the internal organs. Necali smiled cruelly. He ignored the mortal enemy and immediately took two steps back, quickly bowing his waist and raising his shield to avoid possible attacks. Then, his eyes swept across and his feet kept moving, looking for opportunities for a new round of fighting.
"Click", "Plop", another successful sneak attack. Necali smiled proudly again. Then he smacked his lips in confusion. The cut just now didn't feel right? The senior scout quickly took a few steps back, breaking away from the fighting line, and then looked around. The tragic battlefield was already covered with blood, and the dying cries echoed throughout the wilderness. In just a quarter of an hour, more than half of the warriors in the fight were killed!
The Mexican warriors already had the numerical advantage. The elite warriors howled and gradually surrounded the Tarascans from both sides. The fighting on the front became more and more fierce and crazy. From time to time, the red-eyed Tarasco warriors threw down their shields and stopped defending. They held spears in both hands and charged forward desperately. While stabbing the enemy to death, they were also killed by the enemies around them. They went to the Kingdom of God with the opponents in front of them!
Seeing this scene, Necali shook his head. This was the last madness of the beast before it died. Then, he finally dared to lower his head and check the war stick in his hand. Blood slowly flowed from the slot of the war stick and was absorbed by the cotton wrapping the handle of the stick. The obsidian sharp piece on the slot has been completely blunted, and the bright red light flashes crystal clear in the sunlight.
"Bah, damn it! Hard-boiled Tarascans!"
Necali cursed in a low voice, then bowed his waist and raised his shield again, quietly groping on the advancing battlefield, looking for a suitable weapon.
After a moment, his eyes lit up, and a shining copper axe appeared a few steps away from him. He kicked the body of the Tarasco senior warrior away with a powerful kick, and happily and quickly picked up the axe on the ground. The smooth axe blade was extremely sharp, and the metal axe surface flashed with cold light, reflecting his young and fierce face. Facing himself on the copper axe, Nekali was slightly stunned. After a moment, on this fierce battlefield, he couldn't help but grin again, revealing a brilliant smile before hunting!