The center of Tenochtitlan is the pyramids and the Great Temple, and near the temple is a large palace. It is the residence of Tratoani of Trochtitlan, the supreme priest and the supreme commander.

There are many city-states in Aztland, each city-state has a ruler called "Tratoani". Each of the city-states has a position close to that of the king. Only Trocitlan's Tratoani has the highest power. He ruled the entire Aztland like an emperor, determining the wealth and life and death of all people in Aztland.

Especially in this term, Tratoani, Motkusoma III, he expanded the territory of Aztland to an unprecedented scale and ruled almost half of the land known to the Aztlands. He also gained unprecedented supreme power, high above, just like the most important, noble and indispensable sun. Therefore, Motkusoma III also possessed a special title - "King of the Sun".

However, today's Sun King's face is a little more gloomy than the dark clouds. Reports related to hail are coming one after another, hundreds of acres of farmland were damaged, thousands of Chinampa were destroyed, and tens of thousands of houses were smashed... The losses caused by the disaster are worth the total tribute collected from a large city-state every year. This is only the loss of a city-state in Tenochtitlan. When the losses of other city-states in Aztland are also reported, this number will be more than ten times higher.

"This is the fourth year!" Mokutsoma roared, "The first year was a locust that ate all our crops, and I sacrificed a hundred hearts for this; the second year was a flood that flooded our streets, and I sacrificed a thousand hearts for this; the third year was a frost, and our crops were frozen, and I sacrificed a thousand hearts for this! We have not produced enough food for three years! The millet in the Wang family barn is about to be empty, and our captives and slaves have been killed. What should I do to make the gods happy again!"

Seeing that the Sun King was angry, everyone below didn't even dare to say anything. They were afraid that Mokutsoma would become a sacrifice on the altar after saying a wrong word - he had done this more than once.

"Have you done anything that makes the gods angry?" Mokutsoma continued to roar, "Today is Trakasipalist Day! Isn't the sacrifice ceremony being held in the temple? Why did the gods drop hail? What went wrong?

No one wanted to say anything. Seeing this, Mokutsoma panted like a bull, and stretched his toes to the eyes of a priest who was kneeling on the ground: "Aren't you on the altar at that time? Tell me immediately what happened on the altar!"

The priest's body shook for a moment and replied with some fear: "Sun King, in fact, this ceremony did not go smoothly!"

Mokutsoma twisted his neck with a "gala" and said, "Not going well? What exactly happened?"

"There are disciples of Master Quilakiri among the prisoners of war. She conscientiously hid a weapon, and the gods must have been angry because of this. In order to teach her a lesson, I ordered the killing of her other companions..."

Before the priest could finish his words, Mokutsoma suddenly grabbed his shoulder and raised him over his head. The priest's figure was fat, but Mokutsoma raised him as easily as a baby. He bulged his eyes, grabbed the priest, walked a few steps to a step, and threw the priest straight down the edges and corners of the steps!

"It's just a private weapon. Can't our warriors make a normal duel? Whoever loses is skinned!"

After the fall, the priest's head immediately became bloody and it was impossible to answer Mokutsoma's words. So Mokutsoma walked to another priest who was kneeling on the ground and asked in a horrifying voice: "So, how are the disciples of Master Quilakiri now?"

The priest replied tremblingly: "She pulled our eagle warrior and jumped off the pyramid together. We found two pools of blood under the pyramid..."

"So, she died?"

"No, both pools of blood are ours! At that time, a soldier was patrolling under the pyramid and somehow died. Looking at the wound on his body, it seemed that he was killed by a sharp weapon falling from the sky. We searched all around the pyramid, but we couldn't find any clues about the master Quilakiri disciple. There was no blood on the ground, and she fled without any damage!"

Mokutsoma shouted violently, suddenly kicked the priest's body over:

"Quillacri! I have been looking for him many times, cocoa beans, cotton, gems, gold, feather jewelry, and everything valuable, but he has refused to come to see me and never agreed! What is he going to do!"

Just as he was about to continue his anger, a report came: Tratoani of Tescoco and Nesavalcoyotel were here.

Tescoco is a city-state in Aztland. Like Tenochtitlan, it is the backbone of Aztland. Every time there is a war in Aztland, Tescoco, Tenochtitlan, and a city-state named Tracopan are the main force. For the trophy, Tracopan is 20%, and the remaining 80% are divided into 55% of Tescoco and Tenochtitlan. Although the rulers of Tenochtitlan have a higher status in name than the other two city-states, Tescoco is more like an ally of Tenochtitlan than the other two city-states, rather than being a vassal of Tenochtitlan.

This was the guest that Mokutsoma could not be neglected. He immediately threw away the priests and nobles and went out of the city to welcome Nesawar Kojotel. The kicked priest rolled on the priest's ground several times, rubbing a lot of skin, but he was not sad but happy - at least, he survived smoothly from the angry Mokutsoma.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Unlike the burly Mokutsoma, Nesawar Koyotel looked elegant and easy-going, with a bouquet of flowers on his chest. He was both a king and a poet. During his reign, he built a library, a zoo, and a university for cultivating poets in Tescoco. He brought Mokutsoma a gift - four thousand cloaks, eight hundred bundles of chili peppers, and twenty packs of feathers. This made Mokutsoma feel much better.

However, Nesawar Koyotel had a gloomy face. Mokutsoma treated him with fresh flesh and blood, and he couldn't be happy. At the reception banquet, he sighed several times, and finally said with determination:

"Mokutsoma, I came this time and brought very bad news."

"Nesaval Koyotel, when you come, all bad news will turn into good news." Mokutsoma patted his shoulder: "Did you see Tenochtitlan? We just joined forces to build a dam to resist floods two years ago, but today there was hail. Is there any news worse than this?"

"What I want to say is related to this. A year ago, I sent a visiting group of 60 priests, with cloth and gems, to go north to find the homeland of our ancestors. Because there is a prophecy, we can find the mother of the sun war god Vizilo Pochtelli there."

"I know that prophecy." Mokutsoma personally poured Nesavalkoyotel a glass of wine made of tequila juice, "Is the result still going well?"

"We did not find the Sun God of War's mother, but my priesthood got a new prophecy on a mountainous island."

Nesavalcoyotel drank the wine in one go, and then said with some depression:

"The prophecy says that the sun war god Vizilo Pochitelli is about to lose his power, and we, Aztlan, will be exhausted!"

Mokutsoma was stunned. He never dreamed that Nesavalkoyotel would bring him such bad news.

"No wonder so many disasters have happened in the past four years. Is our fifth era about to end? No, no, no-" Mokutsoma grabbed Nesavalkoyotel's hand and asked in a tone of pleading but hope, "Nezavalkoyotel, with your knowledge, you must have found a solution, right?"
Chapter completed!