"Despicable Aztland!" the group of prisoners couldn't help but curse, "You are just afraid of Sitramina!"

"There is no need to let Sitramina come on the court." Avilistry moved his limbs, his muscles undulating under his skin like waves. "If it was a one-on-one battle, I could win five games alone."

Under this rule, the sooner the person who plays, the more likely he is to be skinned. When Avilistry is willing to be the first to play, the other prisoners of war breathe a sigh of relief from the heart.

Sitramina was a little surprised. When she proposed the plan to dive and escape, Avilistry opposed her with Quitespari. She thought Avilistry had accepted her fate like everyone else, but she didn't expect that he would be the first to stand up at this time.

"I lost the Rongguan War, so I won't run away alone. But since there is a way to save all of us, that's another matter."

Avilistry walked to the front of Sitramina and helped her block the Aztlans' vision. At the same time, she said to Sitramina behind her: "

After I lose, I will cover your body with my waist cloth. You are a disciple of Master Quilakiri and you will be able to win the remaining duel easily. No—For our tribe, you must also win.”

Sitramina was moved by Avilistry's heroic spirit and nodded: "I promise you that if you lose, no matter whether they agree to me wearing clothes or not, I will be the second one. However, I believe you will be able to win five games smoothly."

As soon as Sitramina said this, the remaining three prisoners of war were even more relieved. Avilistry was one of the bravest warriors in their tribe. If he fought one-on-one, he could win two games. With the skin he was peeled off after he was defeated, there would be three. As soon as Sitramina came on the court, it would be no problem to win two human skins. It seems that the rest of them did not need to play this time.

"You must pay attention to your physical strength." Sitramina helped Avilistri move his muscles and bones. "Even if you win four games, if you lose the fifth game, you will be skinned."

Avilis nodded. After warming up, he jumped over the rock and shouted at the black-clothed priest: "Give me the weapon you promised!"

The priest smiled with a trick. In full view of everyone, he stuffed a small wooden stick decorated with gorgeous feathers into Avilistry's hand.

"What is this?" Avilistry looked at the small wooden stick in his hand with a blue face, which was only the size of a thumb, "What I want is a weapon! You said you want to give me a delicate weapon!"

"Oh, look at how beautiful the green bird feathers on this wooden stick. Only the Sun King and the Tratoani of each city-state can use the green bird feathers as decoration!" said the priest, "Look again, its front part has been sharpened for a short time. This is not a branch picked up everywhere, but the most exquisite weapon that has been finely polished and decorated with fine decoration!"

Just as the black-clothed priest entered and a group of new priests came over and lit a slightly dizzy incense around the rock. Then, another priest walked up with a bloody head in his hand. The black-clothed priest smiled and took the head, placed it on a head stand next to the rock, and then shouted to the sky: "May the sun war god Vizilo Pochitli witness, and in the next battle, the magic of the warriors on both sides be taken back!"

After seeing the head clearly, the prisoners of war were so angry that they wanted to rush over and dig out the heart of the black-clothed priest - the head was none other than their companions, Quetspari, who made feather jewelry!

However, the Aztlan warriors' fingers stopped their actions - except for Avilistry, who had already jumped to the rock, the other four were closely guarded by the fully armed Aztlan warriors, and it was difficult to move at all.

Avilistry was also so angry that he shouted at the black-clothed priest: "What about our promises? Why didn't you fulfill any of them?"

The black-clothed priest smiled disdainfully: "Has it been cashed out? You have already obtained the weapon. Have you never learned how to use a wooden stick? But our warriors will also use a wooden stick to fight you next. Or do you think the number of weapons is insufficient? Do you want to give you another wooden stick?"

"You said that as long as we can win, we can survive!"

"Oh, that's for the warriors who participated in this ceremony. I can swear again before God--as long as you five can win forever, you can live forever!"

Avilistry was so angry that he was furious that he used his best to "swipe" and waved the wooden stick a few times, then shouted at the Aztlans who were watching: "Who is my opponent! Let him come down quickly and die!"

The crowd burst into laughter, as if very satisfied with Avilistry's reaction. After the laughter, Avilistry's opponent came on the field - he wore a wooden helmet in the shape of an eagle head, wearing a thick cotton armor, and holding a wooden stick the size of a human head. At the edge of the stick, dozens of sharp obsidian blades were neatly inserted.

At this time, the prisoners of war finally saw the tricks of the Aztlans. Sacrifices of the warriors who died in the battle are necessary rituals on this festival, so several duels must be arranged. But from the beginning, the Aztlans will not lose!

Avilistry was so angry that he threw away the wooden stick in his hand: "If you want to peel my skin, just peel it casually. I will not let you complete this ceremony with satisfaction!"

But just as he turned around, the eagle warrior rushed up from behind without hesitation with his weapon!

"Avilistry, be careful behind!"

The prisoners screamed. But before Avilistry turned around, the eagle warrior had already smashed the stick towards the back of Avilistry's head. The heavy blow made Avilistry's eyes turn white. At the same time, the obsidian blade on the stick pierced deeply into the back of its head.

Blood mixed with unknown liquid flowed down from the wound. Avilistry's body stiffened for a while, and then collapsed on the ground like a sponge.

Aware of the resentment on the faces of the prisoners of war, the Aztland warriors raised a spear ten times their number and held their bodies tightly in place!

But the eagle warrior did not kill Avilistry directly. He squatted down and made several holes on Avilistry's neck and wrists to allow blood to flow out of Avilistry's body more smoothly. The red blood flowed along the lines carved on the rock, and finally gathered on the bloody mouth on the rock, making the portrait look even more ferocious.

The sun, which was not dazzling enough, was completely hidden by the clouds. The eagle warrior circled the platform with a few circles to accept congratulations. Soon after, the blood flowed out of Avilistry's body significantly decreased. The priests rushed forward, and skillfully peeled off Avilistry's skin with an obsidian dagger amid the grief and the laughter of the Aztlands.
Chapter completed!