Moqihuix's expression turned cold, aiming at the flank, another fierce strike. Okote was hit hard, "bang" and fell to the ground, convulsing for a good while before barely coming to his senses.
"You, you! Barbaric Mexica people!..."
"Heh!"
Aweit smiled faintly, with unchanged expression, gazing at the Tree Snake Divine Descendant kneeling before him. He was not angered by the other's offense because this was the defeated nemesis of war, destined to be offered as sacrifices.
"Go, bring up the two captured Tlaxcala Princes, let him see clearly!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Two trusted aides bowed their heads in salute and quickly left. In no time, they escorted two crying young Divine Descendants to stand before the despairing Okote.
"Ugh... Father!"
"Ah! My sons... Omomochi, Tohenyo!"
Okote was stunned for a moment. He looked at the two crying sons, tears uncontrollably streaming from his eyes.
