Meteor

Bang!

Bertad's eyes were red as he turned the back of his blade and knocked Medina to the ground with one strike. Then he flicked out his longsword and sent the ghostly-blue dagger flying. After that, he abruptly reached out, seized the girl by the throat, and roared in fury.

"What poison is this? Where's the antidote?!"

"Cough, cough!"

Medina groaned twice in pain, then spoke with difficulty.

"There is no antidote. I don't have an antidote on me."

Bertad searched her swiftly from head to toe, but found no bottles or jars. Then he thought of the clay pot the girl had brought into the tent and shouted urgently.

"Tercer, bring me that clay pot! Guards, summon the army's herbal priests at once!"

Several personal guards immediately left the tent. The Mexica Legion always carried several priests skilled in herbs. They did not serve ordinary warriors; they were there only to treat important chiefs at any time.

Tercer picked up the clay pot and brought it over. Bertad opened it at once, only to see the Hibiscus Tea poured in yesterday sitting untouched, exactly as it had been. His eyes reddened again. He clamped Medina's neck with savage force, as if he might crush the girl to death at any moment.

"Talk! What poison is this?!"

Medina struggled in pain while trying hard to shake her head.

"There is no antidote."

Xolotl leaned crookedly against the tent, as if he could feel his life draining away. In this lifetime, there were still too many things he had not done. A little remorse rose in his heart, then a little powerlessness, before finally turning into helpless self-mockery.

In the end, I'm only an ordinary person. I couldn't withstand the test of human nature...

Then, before death descended, Xolotl looked at