Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The night on the north coast of Warrior Lake was not quiet, with wolves faintly howling throughout. This northern fertile land was just beginning to be cultivated, filled with the essence of the wild.

Early the next morning, the more wild Bosalos Hunters eagerly climbed out of their grass beds. They called the nearby Wilderness Priest to conduct a prayer ritual before hunting the wolf pack.

Wilderness Priest Zu Di, as strong as a bear, solemnly built a stone altar. On the altar, he placed a few animal teeth, some leaves and grass, and inserted a God of the Hunt's antler... Finally, he even placed a wood-carved Sun Hummingbird.

"Ah? These Wilderness Priests also believe in the Chief Divine?"

The people on the longship watched the prayer ritual from a distance. Divine Revelation Priest MeKate looked surprised, staring at the humble yet accurate emblem of the Chief Divine, seeming somewhat incredulous.

"Ha! What's so strange about that? Tribes in the wilderness have always worshiped and respected those powerful divines!"

Wilderness warrior Chipawa smirked. As someone who considered himself a Tarasco, he held no fondness for the Mexica's War God. However, like the warriors of the wilderness, he revered the War God who could summon thunder and fire. After all...

"Ah! After all... that united southern advance encountered the Mexica's northern expedition... Damn! The all-consuming flames and terrifying thunderbolts, even after so many years, can still wake people up in dreams!... A few years ago, Desolate Valley City sent Wilderness Priests who worship the Mexica War God. Then the powerful southern War God's faith began to officially spread among the tribes..."

As everyone whispered, the robust Wilderness Priest jumped into the ritual dance, shouting and singing the sacrificial song. Wilderness warrior Chipawa nodded repeatedly, translating the song for his father.

"Niyol! Aho! In the forest and prairie, hunters silently sneak! Holding bow and arrow, adorned with eagle feathers. Sacred skies watch over them, holy earth lifts them up..."

"Aho! They move like the wind, swiftly and silently! The Wind God blesses them, granting them quiet, nimble steps! Ancestor Spirits guide them, giving them sharp ears and eyes!..."

"Aho! The wolf pack stands there, alert, wise and dangerous! They are the prey, a gift from the God of the Hunt! Hunters carefully draw their bows, praying to the great spirit!..."

"Aho! Arrows fly swiftly, to accurately hit the wolf pack! Wolves will run to engage in battle with brave hunters! The mighty War God bestows divine power on them, granting them the will of thunder, and the strength of flames!..."

"Aho! Under the eyes of heaven, ancestors and all gods! This hunting expedition is sure to be bountiful! They will bring back fur, wolf meat, teeth and sharp claws... In the cycle of life, hunters and prey are one!..."

The robust Wilderness Priest sang the hymn of blessing loudly. Then, he swung his mighty arms, pointing at the northern wilderness, and roared.

"Niyol! Aho!... Go! Tribal hunters, go hunt! Roar!"

"Roar!"

More than a dozen tribal hunters shouted in unison, then cheerfully carried bows and arrows, bronze axes and copper spears to track the wolf pack, without a glance at the farmland outside the village.

They had just returned from war, their hearts wild, with no interest in tending to the crops. Harvesting a wolf, with dozens of pounds of meat, a big hide, teeth to make arrowheads, is much better than farming. Even if it takes risking life, wilderness tribes are long accustomed to risk.

"Good!… Niyol! Aho! Good luck to you!..."

Old militia Chiwaco widened his eyes, waved amicably to the departing hunters. Then he turned his head, looking at his son, asked.

"What does 'Niyol, Aho' mean?"

"Uh! Dad... Niyol means 'beautiful, good', a kind of blessing. And Aho means 'hope so, praying'... This is actually the language of even more northern tribes, said to come from a very powerful and distant mountain tribe! They control important northern salt pools, occupy mountain valleys to escape cold waves, passed down very long. And with their many years of war and trade, their blessing words also spread among the major tribes in the prairie."

Speaking of this, wilderness warrior Chipawa scratched his head. He uncertainly asked the warriors nearby, then after their chaotic answers, reconfirmed the answer.

"They call themselves Diné, and some tribes call them... Navahu'u, 'those who occupy fertile mountain land'!"

"What? Northern mountain valley?... Important salt pool?... Navahu'u..."

Hearing this, old militia blinked, thought for a moment, suddenly felt a chill run through his back. He realized the more he knew, the more dangerous it became! If there is another northern exploration...

"Cough! Let's not talk about that! Not talking!"

Old militia shook his head vigorously, quickly changed the subject. He looked at the bows behind the hunters, showing surprise. Those bows were slightly smaller than the kingdom's greatbow, but much larger than ordinary hunting bows.

"Huh! They actually have such large bows?"

"Mm. Hunting wolf packs, certainly need large bows. Ideally, two arrows to kill..."

Upon hearing, wilderness warrior Chipawa nodded. He thought for a moment, then added a sentence.

"Dad! These bows are also tribally modeled after southern bows, likely from the Mexica... and I saw the bows used by Coa Wei Ke warriors during my north journey. They seemed to have used Northern Wild Bull sinew glued to wood... not sure how they did it..."

"Chief Divine! Heaven, Ancestors, Great Spirit... Wind God, God of the Hunt, War God... The faith of the Red Crow Tribe Alliance is so complex! They have introduced the Chief Divine as a War God, yet only worship as one of the powerful gods... Their faith is still primitive polytheism and animism..."

A couple of steps away, Divine Revelation Priest MeKate squinted, stare fixedly at the wood-carved Chief Divine emblem on the altar. He thought for a moment, then tucked away the Chief God's Amulet at his neck, smiled, and walked before Wilderness Priest Zu Di.

"Praise the divine! Praise the mighty War God!..."

MeKate Priest wore a warm smile, asking in fluent Guajili.

"Respected Wilderness Priest, could you tell me how the War God is so powerful?"

"Ah?... Praise all gods! Praise ancestors and heaven!"

Wilderness Priest Zu Di was taken aback, examining the longship warriors before him for clues, saw none. He scratched his hair with his strong arms, smiling naively while answering.

"Oh! The War God is mighty indeed! He is the battle Chief Divine of the fearsome southern Aztecs! He can summon thunder and stones, spew smoke and flame, wields lightning spears, undefeated among gods..."

"And his blessings make warriors stronger and more forceful! Like a mountain black bear!..."

Saying this, Wilderness Priest Zu Di pat his chest, lifted his strong arms. Then he thought for a while, looked at MeKate Priest's slim and not strong stature, yet fine clothes, suddenly winked eyes.

"Hmm... Do you have a son?"

"Uh? What?"

"Have a son?"

"...No."

"Ah! Then you truly should pray to the War God, best to ask for his amulet..."

Saying so, Wilderness Priest Zu Di scanned around, pulled out a cedar wood Sun Hummingbird Talisman from his bosom, solemnly handed it to MeKate Priest.

"Here! The War God amulet! From the powerful southern Aztec Tribe! It can protect you... help you prosper and bear strong sons!"

Finally, Wilderness Priest Zu Di lowered his voice, under MeKate Priest's angry gaze, with a naive face made a price offer.

"Hmm, this precious War God amulet... only for that thick coat on you... or the bronze axe at your waist... Sons! Guaranteed to work!"