Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Ah! Your Highness, leaving seven-tenths of the tribes and migrating with only three-tenths of the people?..."

Upon hearing this, the Serpent Priestess Miyava widened her eyes, licking her teeth, her emotions swirling. She knew that everything about the Golden Bay Tribes depended on the young king before her, so she transformed into a submissive Water Serpent, kneeling in front of the king, pleading aloud.

"Your Highness! Of the eighty to ninety thousand people in the Golden Bay Tribes, under the onslaught of the Great Alliance, some have scattered, some captured or killed... Today, only thirty thousand tribespeople remain in the city! Please have mercy on us... The chieftains of each tribe are willing to swear a blood oath, to kneel and pledge loyalty to you!"

"We will also do our utmost to assist the kingdom's army in capturing fifteen thousand Eastern Allied Forces alive! Among these allies, there are many Divine Descendant chiefs and chieftains of the City-States. As long as they are captured alive, the City-States and villages of the Eastern Totonac can be persuaded to surrender..."

"Hmm... Capturing the chiefs and chieftains of each tribe alive? Persuading the City-States of the East..."

Hearing this, Xiulote was intrigued, quite interested. The jungles of the East stretch endlessly, making logistics hard to maintain. If the difficulty of conquest can be reduced, even by one city or one village, it would greatly benefit the kingdom's campaign. He pondered for a moment, then made a promise.

"Miyava, if you and your brother Qiqini can find a way to capture the chiefs and chieftains of the Eastern tribes, helping the kingdom to subdue the allies... I will leave only ten thousand of the thirty thousand Golden Bay Tribespeople! The remaining twenty thousand, you may keep..."

Upon hearing this, Miyava's eyes gleamed with joy. She raised her head, looking into the eyes of His Highness, her expression pitiable.

"Mighty Your Highness! The Golden Bay Tribes are your eternal subjects, and I am your serving Water Serpent... Hmm, the remaining tribe population..."

"Witnessed by the Chief Divine! Twenty thousand, this is the final condition. However, if the tribes of Golden Bay migrate southwest and persuade the inland Feather Bird City and Earth River City tribes... The local tribes persuaded to surrender, you may also retain half!"

Xiulote, with a calm expression, laid out the final condition. He sheathed the dagger in his hand, one hand gripping the woman's chin, the other holding her hair, accepting her submission, speaking in a deep voice.

"Miyava, if you agree, you may leave. In three days, I want to see Qiqini's sincerity!"

"Ah, yes... Witnessed by All Gods and the Ancestors! I, the Serpent Priestess Miyava, am willing to follow the will of His Highness the God of Death and serve Him for life!..."

Miyava solemnly placed her hand on her heart, pledging an oath of loyalty and obedience. Then, the solemnity on her face suddenly vanished, revealing a seductive smile. She curled her red lips, her eyes enchanting, as she recounted ancient legends, even her breath becoming alluring.

"Your Highness, the sincerity of the Golden Bay Tribes doesn't require three days! In the epics inherited by the Tototanak people, there is a chapter of the Divine Descendant Warrior and the giant serpent Miyawakotel, let me recite it for you..."

"The mighty Divine Descendant Warrior, wielding a long spear, fought fiercely with the sacred Water Serpent, causing the heavens and the earth to change color, and the sea waves to surge... In the end, he conquered the Divine Serpent, making it bow at the feet of the strong, and together with the Divine Serpent, birthed the ancestors of the Tototanak people..."

"Your Highness, among the Tototanak people, there has always been an ancient prophecy... Only when a warrior as radiant as the Sun unites with the divine giant serpent can the king of the Tototanak people be born!"

"Hmm? The prophecy of the Tototanak people?..."

Upon hearing this, Xiulote's eyes flickered, thoughtful. He gazed at the obedient and seductive Serpent Priestess Miyava before him, and she boldly gazed back at him.

"Miyava, it seems that what you want is quite a lot..."

"Your Highness, what I can give you is also quite extensive..."

The Serpent Priestess's eyes welled with spring water, her breath as fragrant as orchids, as she slowly approached. Her waist swayed dynamically, her whole body soft and supple, like a nimble Water Serpent, entwining and dancing around the king.

Xiulote raised his eyebrows, as if witnessing an ancient myth reappear before his eyes. After a few breaths, he bit his lip fiercely and suddenly reached out, gripping Miyava's neck, his gaze vigilant and dangerous like that of a wild beast.

"Miyava! What are you trying to do?..."

"Um... Your Highness... I want to... serve you... Cough, cough! Please... be gentle... I want to leave some... witness of the negotiation..."

Miyava's neck was grasped forcefully, gasping for breath like a Water Serpent caught at seven inches. Tears welled up in her eyes, her face showing a painful expression of suffocation, yet there was a strange trace within it, a trace of submission only to the strong.

"Leave some... witness of the negotiation?"

Hearing this, Xiulote raised an eyebrow. He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging flame of desire, and his strong hand gradually released. Then, he looked into the woman's watery eyes, reached out with another hand, and patted her flushed face, speaking coldly.

"Miyava, this is your way of serving, but I do not need it. A king does not submit to desire but makes desire submit!"

"As for the witness of the negotiation..."

Xiulote thought for a moment, then pulled out a delicate jade amulet from his bosom. The front of the amulet bore the emblem of the Chief Divine, and the back engraved with his name.

"Take it! This is my Jade Talisman; show this to Qiqini. In front of the Chief Divine, I never break my word. As long as he completes what should be done, he will receive what he deserves! I give him three days!"

"Ah... yes! His Highness the God of Death..."

Miyava pursed her lips, nodding. She stretched out her hands to receive His Highness's amulet, wearing it on her reddened neck as if it were some mark of ownership. Then, she looked up at His Highness, licking her white teeth, somewhat hesitantly asked.

"Mighty Your Highness, it seems you have been long without a joyful song... Why not let me serve you! The snake dance of the Serpent Priestess mimics the movements of a serpent, intertwining like a serpent... That would be an unforgettable experience you've never had..."

"Hmm?..."

Xiulote lowered his eyes, his whole body hot, as if burning on a charcoal fire. He hesitated for a few breaths and then quickly restrained himself, speaking calmly.

"Miyava, you may leave. The tasks I have ordered, execute them well. If done well... the twenty thousand Golden Bay tribespeople, you and Qiqini can have half each! The Tototanak tribes also have a tradition of matrilineal clans. For the Alliance, a Female Chieftain born of a Priestess is also possible!"

"Ah? Half each... a Female Chieftain commanding ten thousand tribespeople!..."

Upon hearing this, Miyava's eyes flashed, suddenly revealing a strong desire. Her ambition burned intensely, showing openly before the king without any concealment.

"Your Highness? Is this your... promise?"

"Hmm. Witnessed by the Chief Divine! This is my promise to you."

Xiulote nodded slightly, gazing down at the woman kneeling before him, affirming the promise just made. The Golden Bay Tribes have a heritage of hundreds of years, a Great Tribe in Tototanak land, prominent in reputation among all tribes. The Noble Chiefs of the western Tototanak land have been mostly swept away by the kingdom, the Divine Descendant noble lineage wiped clean.

Should the Golden Bay Tribes migrate southwest, deep into the difficult jungles, they must be dealt with first, split into two Great Tribes. The kingdom needs to plant its nails within these two tribes, preventing them from growing unchecked inland once the army departs. Given that Miyava offered herself and her status as a noble Divine Descendant Priestess, she happens to be the most suitable candidate!

"Of course, Miyava, you need to convert your faith to the Chief Divine, seeing Him as the Supreme and only one!"

"Praise the Chief Divine! Praise you, mighty His Highness the God of Death!"

Hearing such a promise, the Serpent Priestess Miyava's expression changed, intense desires and ambitions igniting instantly in her eyes. For a Serpent Priestess, power is the best aphrodisiac, and the pressure from the strong and death likewise...

"Your Highness! The War God is the Supreme Main God, and you are my only master... Please grip my neck, mark me with a witness of submission... I will be controlled by you, following your will, until I die for you!..."

"Hmm? A witness of submission..."

Xiulote lowered his head, observing the dreamy-eyed Serpent Priestess, thoughtful. After a moment, he slowly stretched out his hand, seizing the serpent's life and death...

The bonfire flickered, casting elongated shadows on the curtain, swaying like serpents. And the long wind of the night, coming from the Western Highlands, rustled the long grass in the lowland seaside of the camp. In the darkness, a majestic mountain eagle took flight, patrolling the jungle and seaside domain. It fell like an arrow, pouncing, from the reeds and marsh grabbed a struggling, hissing Water Serpent, then swiftly flew far away.