Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The night was deep, and the fire flickered within the large tent, licking at the warm shadows. In the golden borders, the silhouette of Xiulote was tall and elongated, gradually swallowing the submissive woman. He stood tall and upright, like a high-flying eagle, watching the graceful Water Serpent prostrate on the ground, his gaze cold as he ordered in a deep voice.

"Miyava, since Great Sun Chief Qiqini wishes to surrender and pledge loyalty to the Alliance... then I will give him three days to open the city gates and let the kingdom's legions enter the city!"

Upon hearing this, the Serpent Priestess Miyava lowered her eyes submissively, raised her head, revealing a face both pitiable and alluring, and softly pleaded.

"Mighty Highness!... All the tribes of Golden Bay wish to surrender to you. However, the chieftains of these tribes are all worried about the Alliance's tradition of sacrifice..."

"The eastern expedition against the Totonac is a war of faith spreading the glory of the Chief Divine! The divine descendants of the Totonac, unlike the divine descendants of Tlaxcala, are not commanded by divine decree to sacrifice all."

Xiulote remained calm, holding Miyava's smooth chin, and spoke mildly.

"If the chieftains of Golden Bay tribes can offer the city in surrender and hand over their Samurais... I will spare their lives and allow them to resettle in the Lake Capital City or the Qinchongcan Capital. I will grant them nobility titles, letting them enjoy a life of abundance."

Miyava initially felt joy at the king's words, then was startled internally.

If the chieftains of the Golden Bay tribes were to relocate to the two capitals, they would naturally have to abandon all their lands and lose the tribes and Samurais they had controlled for generations. In this era of inter-tribal conflict, without Samurais or ancestral lands, having just a noble title in the city teeming with Mexica great nobility offers no real status or wealth.

Such conditions are naturally unacceptable to the chieftains of Golden Bay, and falls far short of the minimum threshold instructed by Great Chief Qiqini before her mission.

Thinking of this, Miyava straightened her chest, carefully avoiding the blade. She enveloped the king's hand with her astonishing fullness and quietly pleaded again.

"Your Highness, the tribes of Golden Bay have settled here for generations, passing down for centuries... The Great Sun Chief is willing to swear a blood oath, to become your most loyal servant, offering all wealth and beautiful noble ladies... as long as we can guard Golden Bay for you..."

"Hmm?"

Upon hearing this, Xiulote raised an eyebrow. He felt the softness on his hand, calmly pressed the dagger, and spoke coldly.

"Is Qiqini still dreaming such beautiful dreams, wanting to keep Golden Bay City? If so, you can return! Clean your neck and chest, and await the kingdom's sacrifice!"

"Ah!..."

With the obsidian dagger pressed down, a blood line immediately appeared on Miyava's smooth neck. Kneeling, the Serpent Priestess' eyes widened instantly, and her whole body lightly trembled. She felt the sting on her neck, looking up at the king's shadowed face, a deep fear surged in her heart. Yet, within this fear of death, she also experienced a strange sensation she had never felt before.

"I am on the brink of death, looking up at a man as powerful as the God of Death, enduring his oppression. He controls my life, I breathe in his intense presence..."

Miyava raised her face, her gaze shifted, until it was close at hand. She trembled from her heart and yearned physically, unable to help but lick her lips and breathe shallowly.

"Ah... mighty Highness... I... have already washed clean, awaiting to be sacrificed to you..."

Hearing this response, Xiulote pursed his lips and furrowed his brow. He looked down at the woman at his feet, following her gaze as he lowered his head, and the flames in his heart suddenly spread like wildfire. The woman's expression instantly changed, showing reverent submission.

"Ah! Your Highness, your might is something I've never seen before!..."

"Miyava, stop playing such little tricks!..."

With a change of expression, Xiulote scolded out loud. He watched the woman's reverent yet bewildered eyes, felt her warm, low breath, and an instinctual joy and longing surged within his body. But this uncontrollable bodily instinct was like a burning fire, making him hot all over and restless like a beast. His gaze suddenly sharpened, revealing murderous intent in his voice.

"The kingdom's army, with the thunderbolt of the War God's divine punishment, can conquer Golden Bay City without spending even ten days! And the troops consumed in the siege are all the Samurais who surrendered from the tribes, without costing the kingdom's army a fraction! So, Miyava, my patience is very limited, and I have no time to waste words with you..."

"Now, give me a reason again, prove your value, and propose a practical condition!"

"Ah! Mighty Lord of Death... The tribes of Golden Bay can lead the kingdom's army into the city, allowing you to subdue the fifteen thousand East Allied Forces without much loss! Moreover, we are the allied leader of the Western Totonac tribes, and can send guides and envoys to persuade the jungle tribes of the southwestern inland to surrender to the kingdom's army...

With lowered eyes, Miyava gazed with reverence at the standing king with eyes as gentle as water. She softly pleaded, softly intoned, swaying and rubbing her body like a snake stepped on by a Divine Eagle, trying to please the strong in a special way.

"Your Highness, we have no extravagant hopes of retaining Golden Bay City, willing to offer the city-state... just to keep our tribes, and obtain new territory in the South or West..."

"Offer the city-state, sell out allies, send envoys to subdue the inland, in exchange for preserving the tribes, relocating the territory..."

Hearing these terms, Xiulote reached out his hand, firmly grasping the woman's chin, stopping her alluring rubbing and swaying. In her cry of pain, he pondered in silence, showing contemplation.

The coastal city of Golden Bay, situated on the route to the East, with convenient maritime communication, must be controlled by the kingdom, even if in a manner of enfeoffment to offspring!

However, the location of Golden Bay City is indeed too remote. It is nine hundred li from the Lake Capital City of the Alliance, and as much as sixteen hundred li from the kingdom's Qinchongcan Capital! Being able to rely on the sea route, controlling the coastal key city-state is the extreme of what the kingdom can manage.

As for venturing inland, beyond a hundred or two li, the rolling jungles, swamps, and hilly terrain make it too complex and the distance too far. These areas, at the current level of transportation, are like the southern Yue of the Qin Han period, where the cost of governance is too high to incorporate into management, and even tribute is hard to extract decently.

Therefore, these vast inland territories will all be entrusted to the Alliance by Xiulote. Moreover, King Aweit will not directly rule these lands, only seeing them as enfeoffed territories, relocating the real power from the heartland of the Alliance to these regions.

In other words, the offer of a swap of territory by the Golden Bay tribes does not conflict with the kingdom's interests. However, they must leave enough population before migrating, as the basis for the kingdom's control over the city-state.

Having sorted out his thoughts, Xiulote lowered his head, looking at the tear-streaked, tear-stained face of Miyava, pinching her face as tender as egg white, and said calmly.

"Miyava, the tribes of Golden Bay offering the city-state, allowing the troops to enter and suppress the Allied Forces, then converting to worship the War God as Chief Divine, will preserve the chieftains and heads, preserving the wealth in their hands. Then, leave seventy percent of the tribes, send out guides and envoys to persuade... I will permit the rest to migrate and reestablish their city-state in the Totonac lands of the West!"