The night was vast and murky, and Snake City was engulfed in a chilling solemnity. Torches blazed on all four walls, with thousands of Samurai patrolling and standing guard. In the corners of the city, four thousand Alliance Warriors and Militia were dispersed, overseeing more than ten thousand Tlaxcala captives. The dim firelight, the ard Samurai, the faint traces of blood, and the stillness of death set the tone for this conquered Snake City.
However, when a patrol team of Samurai approached the vicinity of the Tree Snake Palace at the city’s center, the continuous lights suddenly beca bright, and delightful music resounded everywhere. With it, vibrant signs of life also erged!
Several hundred Military rit Nobility were seated on the ground in the splendid palace gardens, lighting bonfire parties. They did not yet qualify to enter the main hall of the King’s banquet at the very center and could only drink and eat outside the hall. The aroma of food spread between the garden and palace, mixed with the sumr scent of flowers, which whetted the appetite.
Dozens of servants shuttled back and forth, serving the noisy and joyous noble Samurai freshly roasted turkey and rabbit, also replenishing quickly consud drinks. In the center of the garden, two drumrs beat their drums, and several bamboo flute musicians played rrily. Amid the drum and flute sounds were the warriors’ hearty talk and laughter, boasting of combat and victory.
"...Let tell you, the Tlaxcala Warrior I slayed earlier was truly skilled in battle techniques and exceptionally talented in martial arts!"
Warrior Moquihuix downed a cup of Tequila, letting out a long breath. His face flushed with a tipsy red, full of recollection in his expression.
"Divine Descendant bless! That guy and I clashed in close combat over several dozen breaths, our weapons t several tis. Tsk tsk! If not for him exhausting his strength too much earlier, slowing his actions back by a step... I was almost struck by his War Club at a vital point, almost dying in the battle then and there!"
"Clashed in close combat over several dozen breaths? Weapons t several tis?"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding noble Samurai were sowhat shocked. Warriors on opposing sides often t, engaged, and swiftly decided life and death, usually within a few breaths. Only the shield-bearing warriors with exceptional battle techniques could drag it out so long.
"Moquihuix, what was the na of the Tlaxcala Warrior you slayed? Was he a renowned and nad warrior?"
An older Military rit Nobility flashed a look of doubt and asked.
"Haha! At the ti, fighting was life-or-death in an instant; where would I have the ti to ask his na? By the ti I stopped, I had already stabbed his vital point, killing him on the spot! However..."
Moquihuix’s lips curled, deliberately leaving suspense. Then, with pride, he looked around at the listening warriors, coughed, and announced loudly.
"Cough! I was wondering then, what important person was such a powerful warrior protecting? When I led the warriors to kill those Tree Snake Escorts and capture the people they were guarding, wow! ...Can you guess who it was?"
"Who? Tell us quickly!"
"Hahaha! It turned out to be the two sons of the Tree Snake City Lord, two true Divine Descendants, the princes of Tlaxcala!"
"What?! You captured two Divine Descendant princes!"
"Truly Divine Descendant bless!"
Upon hearing such an achievent, the surrounding warriors were visibly amazed, erupting in a burst of envious praise. Capturing Divine Descendants and being the Vanguard in siege were forefront rits in the Allied Army. Moquihuix not only was the first to breach the city but also captured two noble Divine Descendants, ensuring his rewards would be extraordinarily impressive! He might even have the opportunity to raise his noble rank by a level!
"Co, Brother Moquihuix, let toast to you, to celebrate your military accomplishnts!"
The older Military rit Nobility flashed a look, stepped forward two paces, and smiled as he raised his cup.
"Haha! Don’t hurry; I haven’t finished yet!"
Moquihuix laughed heartily while downing his drink. Then, with everyone’s attentive gaze upon him, he continued, satisfied.
"Then, I asked the two Divine Descendant princes, who was the warrior who had just fought fiercely with , exhibiting such excellent battle techniques?"
"Right, who was it?"
Indulging in the suspense, Moquihuix waited for a few more breaths before revealing the answer.
"Wow! ...It turns out that person was the Head Warrior of Snake City, the famous Tlaxcala Warrior, the brave Itz!"
"What, it was the Head Warrior of Snake City?"
"Being the Head Warrior ans his battle techniques must be among the top in Snake City!"
"Moquihuix, you could slay the Head Warrior of Snake City? I never imagined your martial arts were this superb!"
"Hahaha!"
Having finally received the complints he desired the most, Moquihuix roared with laughter. His loud and thunderous laughter was so exuberant that even Texiwhit, who was sitting several steps away eating tortillas, couldn’t help but raise his head for a closer look.
A Tzompantli trusted aide complained indignantly, muttering softly.
"Boss, your martial arts are the best among the warriors present! That day during the siege, you were also the Vanguard, and you also captured Divine Descendants. But why did you release the other party..."
"Eat your tortilla."
Texiwhit’s expression remained unchanged, speaking calmly. The nearby Tzompantli trusted aide pursed their lips, choosing to remain silent.
"Huh... As a Samurai, so things are very important. So things, though seeming important, are actually insignificant."
Texiwhit chewed in silence for a while before calmly speaking.
"Regarding that day’s events, I’ve already sworn an oath. From now on, none of you should bring it up again."
"...Yes, Boss."
The few remaining Tzompantli trusted aides exchanged glances and nodded.
"These tortillas are well-baked, just the right consistency!"
Texiwhit lifted his head, his face like stone, glancing at his old comrades gathered around. His lips slowly curled up, smiling with a hint of weariness.
"Co on, eat more, have more to drink! We’ve won the east expedition, and only a few of us remain from the Legion Commander’s Tzompantli trusted aides!..."
"Clunk...Clunk...Clunk!"
Moquihuix raised his head, gulping down a cup of fruit wine. He exhaled in satisfaction, sweating all over. More Military rit Nobility ca over, inviting him to drink together. The young noble Samurai, red-faced and slurring, laughed heartily.
"Moquihuix, with your great achievents, Your Majesty will certainly reward you richly! Perhaps, your generous Majesty will even allow you to choose one of these beautiful dancing girls to take with you! Rember, they are noble ladies of Tlaxcala who have never had to labor, unlike the scrawny commoner won!"
A strong Military rit Nobility approached enthusiastically, patting Moquihuix on the shoulder and pointing to the center of the garden, eyes gleaming.
In the center of the garden, there were also more than twenty beautiful young Tlaxcala girls. They were at the pri of youth, clad lightly, with graceful figures. At that mont, with tear-streaked eyes, they were dancing under the wolf-like gazes of the warriors, like tender clouds of the night, touching hearts deeply.
"What? Dancing girls?"
Moquihuix was montarily stunned, turning his head quickly, his eyes widening. The young Samurai stared at the dancing girls, swallowing hard. A mont later, he thumped his chest, loudly praising.
"Haha! So pretty, dance so beautifully too. Plus their figures, they must be won good for bearing children! Whoo! Beautiful!"
"Haha!"
The surrounding warriors laughed heartily, howling in agreent.
"Beautiful, beautiful! Oooow! Truly beautiful!"
The exuberant and bold howls arose inexplicably in the garden, spreading rapidly. Before long, several hundred fierce Military rit Nobility grinned and howled in delight.
"Whoo! Beautiful! Beautiful! Haha!"
The warriors’ howls echoed throughout the beautiful garden, carrying true excitent and delight, like a pack of wolves howling beneath the night. So warriors even took out shields, beating them enthusiastically, singing loudly as they beat. Sotis, a man’s happiness is just so inexplicably simple and unadorned.
"Haha! These little wolf cubs!"
The feverish howls penetrated the banquet hall, startling the assembled generals and the King sipping wine. Aweit set down his cup, shook his head slightly, smiling as he cursed. Then, glancing at the Legion Commanders present, his expression turned solemn. Grabbing the Divine Staff beside him, he ordered deeply.
"Soone, go outside, and summon the warriors who have achieved great feats into the hall!... I want to award them personally!"
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