Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

In November, the shores of Atoyac Lake were bathed in the tropical highland's sunshine. The sky was vast and clear, and the earth was a mix of green with a hint of yellow. The craftsmen and militia, wearing convenient short robes, bustled in front of the longships. Sweat from their labor rolled down their foreheads and backs. In this warm southern part of the Kingdom, winter was replaced by deep autumn, with no cold snowfalls nor freezing cold snaps. The temperature was around sixteen or seventeen degrees, comfortably like early spring.

Two Divine Revelation Priests stood silently, gazing at this early spring-like scene, imagining the polar ice and extreme cold. After a while, Scholar Mikki lowered his head, carefully rolled up the first scroll of the royal directive, and pulled out a second, cotton cloth filled with writings, asking in a deep voice.

"Zuwaro, this is the second scroll of Your Majesty's directive! It contains the specifics of the latter part of our journey, the prophecy after crossing the ocean, the tasks we must complete, and the potential tribal forces we may encounter... do you still wish to see it?"

"...the latter part of the journey, the prophecy after crossing the ocean?..."

Second Level Priest Zuwaro was silent for a moment before shaking his head.

"No need to see it! We'll open the prophecy for the latter part once we find the warm 'Seattle' Bay! I'm afraid that seeing too much will make me lose the courage to move forward without hesitation! May the Chief Divine bless us!"

"Alright! May the Chief Divine bless us!"

Upon hearing this, Scholar Mikki nodded, re-securing the second scroll of the directive. He had previously skimmed through it, although shocked and unable to imagine such a land... he still had no doubts about His Majesty's prophecy.

"Let's go, Mikki! All these supplies and personnel are gathered at the shipyard, we need to check them in person and arrange everything properly!"

"Alright! Let's inventory the supplies, arrange the personnel, and depart as soon as possible!"

The next half-month was unprecedentedly busy. Twelve twenty-meter longships and thirty ten-meter twin-hulled boats were checked thoroughly. The ships were loaded with various supplies and goods, and the long-distance crew boarded. Finally, two Divine Revelation Priests personally escorted, watching eight Kingdom's Warriors carefully place two heavy copper boxes into the flagship's lower compartment.

"By the Chief Divine's witness! What is inside here?"

Second Level Priest Zuwaro frowned, looking at the two ballast copper boxes, questioning in confusion.

"They don't seem that big? Just about the size of two large water buckets, yet it takes eight men to lift them?..."

"Praise the Chief Divine! These are the special supplies granted by His Majesty, sent along with the divine sea chart and the prophetic directive from Trascal Land. According to His Majesty's prophecy, once we successfully cross the ocean, these two boxes will be of great use!"

Scholar Mikki hesitated slightly, gestured for the transporting warriors to step back, and then explained in a low voice.

"Inside is one thousand jin of gold ingots! Melted from the gold statue of the God of the Hunt in Snake City..."

"Hmm? Half a ton of gold? What use is it? The tribes of the Northern Continent... shouldn't lack gold, right?"

Upon hearing this, Second Level Priest Zuwaro was taken aback. He scratched his head, a bit puzzled.

"When I traded with the Yoreim, one jin of gold dust was about as valuable as one jin of red copper, sometimes even less... and in the Kingdom of the Lake, the output of copper mines has greatly increased, one jin of gold is worth about two jinas of copper. When copper material is mixed with tin to make bronze tools, its value in the Northern Continent doubles. If made into weapons, it doubles again..."

"By the Chief Divine's witness! When the fleet trades with the Northern tribes, it should transport more bronze tools! They are worth much more than these gold ingots..."

Upon hearing Zuwaro's words, Scholar Mikki pursed his lips and nodded in agreement.

In gold and silver-rich Central America, the value of gold was only moderate. Its primary uses were for sacrificial rites, constructing divine statues, and turning into glittering nobiliary adornments, equivalent to luxurious feather costumes. Along the Western Sea coast of the Northern Continent, large and small gold mines were equally abundant, making copper tools far more valuable...

"Zuwaro, this is His Majesty's directive! This half-ton of gold is to be used once we cross the sea to the west. Reportedly, it can drive the tribal alliance on the ocean's far side crazy!..."

"Ha! Would there be a tribal alliance that goes crazy over this?"

Second Level Priest Zuwaro grinned, shaking his head with disbelief.

"... how could that be? Just one thousand jin of gold, the Yoreim Tribe has more than that..."

"Hmm, His Majesty's words must be correct! I think these are melted from a divine statue, which is different, probably containing some divinity..."

"It's very possible!"

The two discussed for a while, then proceeded to the upper deck. More than ten accompanying Divine Revelation Priests were already waiting there.

Second Level Priest Zuwaro straightened his back, gazing at the young and excited faces before him, and their First Level 'Explorer' badges on their chests, feeling a surge of emotions!

These young Divine Revelation Priests, excellent Assistant Priests who graduated a year and a half ago from Divine Power University, were familiar with astronomy, mathematics, and surveying, and studied for a year in the Southern Naval Forces, advancing to First Level Priests, then served as the captains of the longships.

Their selection into the Divine Revelation exploration fleet leaves no doubt to their devotion to faith! Before joining, they were all informed that this exploration would last a long time, experiencing countless trials, possibly costing them their lives!

And at this moment, more than ten Divine Revelation Priests stood with firm expressions before Exploration Captain Zuwaro, awaiting his command to set sail.

"By the Chief Divine's witness! Have all the supplies been inventoried?"

"By the Chief Divine's witness! They have all been inventoried!"

"Are the fleet's warriors, militia, and sailors all in position?"

"By the Chief Divine's witness! They're all in position!"

"Very well! Today is 10 Wu Year 1 Water Month 10 Flint Day (November 22, 1489)! Take note of today's date!"

Exploration Captain Zuwaro's eyes shone as he looked at each devoted captain, memorizing every young face. He did not know what the fleet would encounter on the long journey ahead. He also did not know how many would survive to complete the exploration. But he knew that everyone here was prepared to die for their faith!

"The Chief Divine says, 'Once an arrow is shot, it cannot return! It will either hit its target, or break...' "

Exploration Captain Zuwaro raised his head, resolute and fearless. In the golden sunlight of deep autumn, he finally gazed around at everyone, proudly proclaiming.

"We are His Majesty's arrows! We were shot forth by his own hand! Our path ahead is either the glory of hitting the target or the death of breaking!"

"We head north without leaving any retreat for ourselves! And such a significant mission can only be borne by us!"

"Go, everyone return to your own ships! Follow my flagship to set sail, begin this voyage facing death!... Praise the Chief Divine, I will head towards Him, even if it means disappearing into the ocean!"

For a moment, the flagship was silent, as if a heavy emotion was flowing silently. Then, a deep and orderly declaration echoed, a vow dedicated to their faith.

"Praise the Chief Divine, we will head towards Him, even if it means disappearing into the ocean!... "

"Depart!!"