Chapter 284 Wang Jun Goes North, Old Friend Meets at Night

The beginning of April is full of wind and thunder. The dry north wind turns into a moist east wind, blending the low water vapor into the clouds on the horizon, and spring thunder is gestating in the gray.

Shulot stood on the hill he had visited a few years ago and looked up. I saw dark clouds hanging low, the sun dimming, shadows covering the earth, and the faint sound of thunder. Not far away, the mountain city of Otopan looks increasingly tall, majestic and indestructible, as if it is connected to the sky.

After many years of fighting, the king followed the commander's inertia and once again looked up and down at the solid mountain city ancestral land. After a while, he looked deeply and shook his head.

"The terrain is steep and heavy armor is difficult to climb. No matter whether it is a long bow, a powerful crossbow or a thrown stone, it is difficult to reach the city. In the era of cold weapons, this is indeed an unattackable city. The Otomi chose a good place! I think! The only way to capture this place is to besiege it for a long time, or to have heavy artillery blast open the city walls."

Under the hill, the Guards were busy. The pro-soldiers were on guard in armor, and the temple guards and barbarian mercenaries took action together. They used local materials, cut down trees, dug trenches, laid bricks and stones, and built simple camps made of earthen wood and stone. There are more than a dozen teams of Otomi scouts around, always vigilant, watching the legion from a distance, never leaving for a moment.

"Neither enemy nor friend, it will take time and planning for Neutral Alert to establish true mutual trust with the Otomi people!"

Shulot climbed up and looked around with deep eyes. After he arrived at the city, he sent an envoy to the mountain city and offered to let the army enter the city to rest. The envoys who responded to the city of Otopan were extremely humble and sent many fresh fruits, vegetables, meat, and even the belongings and women of the laborers. However, the legion's request to enter the city was undoubtedly met with a polite but firm refusal.

Amid the careful vigilance of the Otomi people, the army stopped on the spot and camped outside the city. Spring plowing has not yet arrived, so many villagers have taken refuge in the mountains, leaving the surrounding villages deserted. A large number of warriors were stationed on the city of Otopan, and there were scouts outside the city watching day and night. It seems that the tragic war a few years ago left a deep mark on the hearts of the Otomi people, which cannot be easily erased.

The sun sets, the moon rises, the clear light falls on the earth, and the night gradually deepens. The armor leaves of the patrolling guards were clanking, and the legion's camp was in a state of solemnity. Only the big tent in the center was lit with fire.

Shulot was sitting cross-legged in the big tent. His eyes were lowered, as if sleeping, waiting quietly. Bertard stood guard behind him in armor.

The bonfire was blazing, and two elongated figures were projected in the tent. The quiet night passed. I don’t know how long it had passed. A long wind blew, and the figures and the bonfire swayed together. When the fire dimmed, the shadows suddenly turned into three.

"Your Highness, people are here."

The warrior commander's voice sounded low. Shulot suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the big tent that was opened and closed.

There was already a tall, thin figure at the door. The person wearing a large black cloak looked at the king calmly with his old eyes, and then slowly raised the hood on his head.

"Your Highness Shulot, I greet you. The old tree on the top of the mountain looks up to the sky to welcome the eagle. Your Highness, I praise you! I haven't seen you for several years, but you are already a true king!"

Shulot was expressionless and nodded slowly. His eyes swept over Alter's increasingly skinny figure, his scattered white hair, and finally rested on the old priest's bark-like face.

"Priest Ort, do you know your guilt?"

"Your Highness, there is some controversy in the mountain city. It is not convenient for others to see me during this trip. So I ask for your forgiveness for visiting late at night."

"Alt!"

Shulot raised the staff and lowered it heavily, and the silver end struck a "ding-dong" sound. There was silence in the big tent for a moment, followed by a cold voice.

"The city-state of Otopan is a vassal of the alliance, and Giowa swore a blood oath of surrender to me! The reason why I led the legion here is because I accepted your humble plea and went north to join the alliance with the states!"

The king's expression became serious. He stared into Alter's eyes and yelled angrily.

"The king's army came at the invitation and marched through the boundless mountains and forests. As a vassal, the city-state of Otopan dared to close its city gates and refuse the army to enter the city! Ort, do you know that the Kingdom of Tarasco in the south has been wiped out?!"

Hearing this, the old priest fell silent, and Cang Lao's face turned gray. After a while, he let out a long sigh, finally bent his knees for the first time, knelt completely on the ground, and bowed to the king.

"Your Highness, the city-state of Otopan witnessed the destruction of the Kingdom of Tarasco with your own eyes. General Giowa also led the army to fight for you in a bloody battle to attack the city. Envoys from various states returned from the capital city in the lake. At the New Year's Festival not long ago, King Tarasco’s sacrifice shocked the whole world!”

"The situation has changed. The power of the Alliance has become unstoppable and is deeply respected by all the people in the world. We Otomi people have fought with the Alliance before, so we know the power of the Alliance even more. Your Highness, awe has been rooted in the hearts of the Otomi people, and every city-state Everyone wants to move closer to the alliance and follow the strongest man in the jungle. That’s why I invite you to join the alliance with the Otomi countries!”

Alter slowly raised his head and explained calmly. His eyes were slightly cloudy, but his gaze was still sharp.

"Otopan City is the ancestral home of the mountain city and the spiritual destination of all Otomi people. Since its establishment in the wilderness hundreds of years ago, the mountain city has never been attacked by foreign enemies! Its steep and towering terrain, unbreakable defense, The tradition that we stick to at all costs is the greatest guarantee that the Otomi people can continue.”

"Your Highness, your legion is invincible! We Otomi people are willing to bow our heads to the ground and surrender to you heartily. However, allowing the Mexican legion to enter the city is related to the safety of the mountain city. Please allow us to abide by tradition."

Shulot looked at the old priest. He knelt on the ground humbly, his pale hair hanging down, but his back felt straight. After a while, the king spoke calmly.

"Oort, times are changing, and the storm has arrived. Old traditions will become obstacles, and new weapons will destroy everything. At this time, the sturdy mountain city can no longer protect you for too long. Survive or perish? Otomi People always have to make choices!”

Hearing the threat hidden in the king's words, Alter looked bitter. He let out a small sigh and nodded.

"Your Highness, I don't have much time left, and I am about to go to the Kingdom of God. The gods have taken away my gains and losses in this world, and I can see the long term. I am always paying attention to the changes in the alliance, and I feel the arrival of the God of War. The new thunder Weapons, new religious changes, and new alliance structures. The Mexica Alliance stands above all the ministries and is getting stronger! At this moment, when I close my eyes, I can see the Mexica king holding his scepter high and re-emphasizing. The unity and glory of the present Teotihuacan era!”

The old priest's eyes became dark. He looked at Shulot's face, as if he wanted to read something from it.

"Your Highness, I follow the inspiration of the gods and look for the king's eagle cry for the future of the Otomi people. The sun is burning in the sky, and there are also condors soaring. I saw the condor flying over the mountain city, going to The land in the lake falls upon the reborn kingdom. The condor carries the will of the sun god, and the king in the lake will become the reborn sun and rise into the high sky! Your Highness, you are the sun of the Mexica people. , is the sun of the Prepecha people and the sun of the Otomi people!”

Although the old priest's words were full of metaphors, his attitude was very clear. Shulot pondered for a while and then ended the temptation. His expression softened, and there was a slight smile on his lips.

"Priest Ault, there are no outsiders here. You and I have known each other for a long time, so there is no need to be so reserved. I aspire to the world and regard all tribes on the plateau as my future people, without any distinction between ethnic groups. You If you want to find a future for the Otomi people, I will give you the future of the Otomi people!”

The king stood up, took a few steps forward, and helped the kneeling old priest up from the ground. Then, he looked into the other person's eyes and spoke slowly.

"The scouts reported to me that the canine descendants of the northern wilderness moved southward, invading the territory of Parmus State in large numbers, and even wandered to the border of Otopan State. The leaders of the three Otomi States gathered in the mountain city and held a tribal meeting in their ancestral land. General meeting to discuss important matters. At this time, you strongly invited me to go north to join the alliance, and frankly said that this was a good opportunity for the Ottomi ministries to unite. "

"Indeed! Your Highness."

The old priest nodded affirmatively. Shulot looked serious and continued to ask.

"But when I led the army, I found that the Otomi tribe along the way was either afraid of fleeing or full of vigilance. The attitude of the Otopan mountain city was even more wavering. Ault, a northern dog descendant, and the ancestral mountain city, now What is the situation?"

Alter thought for a moment and answered calmly.

"Your Highness, there was a great calamity last year, and the God of the Sky brought disaster. A white divine disaster came to the desert in the north, and the climate was extremely cold! Countless dogs, old and weak, froze to death, and countless birds and beasts froze to death and fled. The spring water condensed into ice-cold water. If the stones do not melt in February, there will be no hope for this year's spring plowing. People who have nothing to eat will starve to death, and those who have nothing to wear will freeze to death, but people will not sit and wait to die. Migrate through places and devour everything along the way!"

"White divine disaster, destroying everything. Is the super cold wave coming?"

Shulot took a breath of air. He knew how severe the cold wave was on the North American continent, but he did not expect that the terrible cold wave could go all the way south and bring the cold to the north of the Mexican plateau.

"Yes, destroy everything! Once the cold wave comes, it marks the beginning of a terrible disaster. No one knows how long the disaster will last and whether it will come again. If large-scale cold waves come three times in five years, the northern tribes will At least half of them disappeared due to hunger and cold!”

"In order to escape the cold wave, thousands of canine tribes from the east to the west are migrating to the warm south. They are fighting all the way, competing for valleys that can withstand the cold wave and for growing crops. They desperately fight for the extremely limited food, and they also turn their enemies or themselves into food!”

Shulot looked solemn and nodded slowly. The super cold wave on the North American continent was a devastating disaster, and early civilizations in the tribal era were defenseless. In fact, this was the prelude to the Little Ice Age. During the Spole Minimum, the global climate was gradually getting colder, and cold waves in North America were becoming more severe and frequent.

"Your Highness, the canine descendants have been going south since the end of last year. At first, there were only small tribes that made some incursions, and each country could deal with it alone. But when the disaster continued and there was no hope for this year's spring farming, more and more tribes went south to plunder. More and more, the scale is getting bigger and bigger!”

"In early February, tens of thousands of Guakili descendants appeared on the border of the northern state of Parmesan. They have eight large tribes of 5,000 people and more than 60 ordinary tribes of 1,000 people, forming alliances with each other. A preliminary alliance was formed. All the people of these tribes are soldiers, no one is old or weak. Together, they can fight with more than 30,000 strong warriors, which is a force that is difficult for any country to resist! "