A dozen scattered boats hurriedly landed. A fat man wearing leopard skin clothes and colorful feathers waded through the sea with the help of his followers and came to the shore. More than 40 followers followed closely. After experiencing the wandering of the sea, the man's physical condition was obviously not very good. His lips were white, his cheeks were colorless, and his forehead was covered with sweat. After walking only a few steps on the beach, he squatted on the ground, covering his chest in pain, as if he would vomit at any time.

"Damn, I will never go out to sea again! I was shaking and dizzy, and I thought I was going to fall into the water several times." The man complained, "What did the Aztlands do? They actually want to hold a festival in such a dangerous place!"

A follower brought a cloth and wanted to wipe his sweat, but the man pushed it away.

"Draw the priorities! Help me to the venue quickly. Today is the last day. If you are late, our city-state will be over!"

The man's name is Mastra, and he is the newly promoted Tratoani on the coast of the mainland. More than 20 years ago, during the reign of his father, his city-state was conquered by the Aztlan Empire and since then he became a vassal of the Aztlan Empire, paying tribute to the Aztlan Empire on time.

A few days ago, his city-state received an invitation written by Tesosomok. At that time, his father had just passed away. According to convention, the Presbyterian Church would select four candidates from hundreds of royal members, including his father's brothers, sisters, children, uncles, uncles, uncles, uncles, uncles, and uncles, and finally select one of the most talented people to become the new Tratoani. From selecting people to giving them a test, and then to the grand coronation ceremony, the whole process requires It will last for months. This is the oldest, most serious and most important activity of the city-state, but in order to catch up with Tesosomok's invitation, the Presbyterians made an exception to complete the entire process within three days. After hurriedly putting the crown on behalf of Tratoani, they skipped the necessary precepts, feasts, gifts and gifts, dressed up Masitra like packing goods, and then chased Masitra onto a canoe that had been prepared.

"Do not be late when you go on the boat!" After getting on the boat, he received the only elder's admonition, "The new fire ceremony is approaching, and once the Aztland Empire is angered, the tax increase will be light. We are likely to be kicked out of the empire, and then our city-state will be over!"

Although being conquered by the Aztland Empire is humiliating, it also means that as long as you pay tribute on time, you can be protected by the empire in military affairs. But if you are kicked out of the Aztland Empire, the city-state will become the target of the Aztland Empire's crown war. As the new fire ceremony approaches, the Aztland Empire needs to sacrifice a large number of prisoners of war. If you are kicked out of the empire at this time, it will almost be the demise of the city-state. Therefore, Masitra did not dare to slack off at all. Although he was weak due to seasickness, he still rushed towards the venue without stopping with the support of his followers.

On the way, he met Tratoani, Tinaik, who was also in a hurry to go. He seemed to have overslept and ran wildly on the road while wearing clothes with the help of his followers.

"Oh! Masitra, you are finally here!" Tinaik said hello to him while tidying up his hat. "I heard that your father passed away a few days ago in the invitation letter. I thought your city-state would disappear from now on!"

"The Presbyterian Church made an exception to speed up the selection," Mastra shouted, "If you don't talk about this, where is the venue?"

"Yes, for such a big thing, those antique elders dare not delay time to get benefits." Tinaik nodded, and at the same time turned his head and took a bite of the tortilla handed over by the minion. He swallowed the tortilla hard while running, and then replied, "I'm going to the venue too, just come with me!"

These two Tratoani were running wildly on the road, with a miserable and urgent appearance. If there weren't a group of guards leading the way and a group of followers beside him, others would have thought that some slaves from this family had escaped.

It was not until the venue approached that the two of them slowed down and began to sort out their luggage.

"After that, Tinak, why did Tessomok summon us this time? The entire empire is currently under the pressure of war. I heard that the front line has started. At this time, let us come to this remote island to visit the festival. I thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out." Mastra asked, "You came a few days earlier than me, have you found out?"

"The letter said that the Feathered Snake God is back. But I found out that a few days ago a rebellion occurred on the island, and the entire male residents of Karpley were captured by the Aztland Empire." Tinake said in a voice suppressed his voice. "The war is approaching, and I'm afraid they want to take this opportunity to stabilize the rear."

Mastra shivered. The rear was firmly stable, in other words, to kill the chicken to warn the monkeys, and give them the conquered areas a little color. I think the next ritual will be extremely bloody.

"Why are you still here?"

A gentle voice accompanied by the fragrance of flowers made Mastra and Tinak shudder together. When they turned around, they saw Nesawar Koyotel coming from behind. Today, he was wearing black clothes from head to toe, which reminded people of Aztlan's priest who killed prisoners of war to capture the heart, and a white mandala on his chest.

Mastra did not expect that Nessaval Koyotel would be here too. There were only three Tratoani who ruled the Aztlan Empire. Two of them would gather on this remote island. Seeing Nessaval Koyotel constantly approaching, Mastra was so scared that she knelt down and saluted immediately.

"Don't do this, today's protagonist is Tessomok, and I'm just a guest." Nessaval Koyotel looked at Mastra with a smile, "Did you succeed your father's position? It's so gratifying. Come in quickly, Tessomok has just returned from the New World, but I don't know the situation of your city-state. If he is anxious, you will be in trouble."

Mastra nodded gratefully and turned around and was about to enter the venue, but heard Nesavalkoyotel say again:

"After that being said, Mastra, the amount of cocoa beans and cotton that your city-state has tributed me this year is not enough?"

Mastra shook his body, turned around and hurriedly knelt on the ground: "Tratoani! The weather has been very strange this year, with hail and earthquakes, our crops are really..."
Chapter completed!