Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Under the night sky of the Crescent Moon, the vast campsite was covered. Specks of campfire smoke rose invisibly. The entire Red Crow "City" was wafting with the fragrance of food. That pervasive and blending aroma was like an entire street of open-air barbecues.

"Rustle... so fragrant! ... what kind of chieftain is this? Doesn't even care about dinner..."

Old militia Chiwaco sniffed, swallowed some saliva, and touched his hungry belly. Muttering, he walked towards Chipawa's hut, while calling to the absent-minded Priest Mekate beside him.

"Mekate... Mekate!"

"Ah! Uh?"

Priest Mekate looked around nervously, as if just waking from a dream. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he turned his head to see the old militia leaning in with a curious face.

"Chief Divine! Captain Qi... it's you..."

"What were you thinking just now?"

"Nothing! ... I wasn't thinking..."

Hearing this, old militia raised his eyebrows. He glanced at Mekate's pale face but said nothing more, only asking about the recent conversation.

"What did you blabber about earlier? Some dagger, name, Your Majesty? ... Later, the masked Female Chief's eyes turned red, like a leopardess ready to bite..."

"I did not, it wasn't me! ... Uh..."

"Speak up! No one else here. Let me help you think it through..."

"Hmm..."

Priest Mekate rarely pulled his hair, directly yanking out a tuft. Distressed, he revealed his confused thoughts.

"Chief Divine! It's truly strange... this wilderness Female Chief, she seems to have known Your Majesty for ten years... She also has a dagger, engraved with Your Majesty's name, apparently given by Your Majesty..."

"Ah? A dagger engraved with a name, given by Your Majesty?..."

Hearing this, old militia's eyes widened, instantly imagining countless scenarios.

"This fool!... found everywhere..."

"Shush!... Captain Qi! When you return to camp, don't gossip with the sailors!"

"I know!... A pair of leopards, one male and one female, either bites or calls out! ... I see the Female Chief's expression, estimating that's the issue..."

"Uh!..."

Upon hearing this, Priest Mekate broke out in sweat on his forehead. He looked around and then sharply reached out to cover the old militia's mouth.

"Damn it! You shut up too! This nonsense... if the fearsome Female Chief hears this, we'll never return!..."

"I made it up myself, just tell me if it's right!..."

They returned to the hut, and the sailors had already prepared dinner. Everyone had a hearty meal of corn and pumpkin, and some freshly caught fish from the lake. The food in Red Crow City didn't seem too scarce; at least the warriors had enough to eat. Wilderness Samurai Chipawa was not in the camp and was nowhere to be found.

The starry night rotated, and no words were spoken until the following dawn. A group of Canine Descendants from the center royal tent came running, guarded everyone, and forbade wandering around. Then, group after group of hundred-man Canine Descendants teams, holding long spears and bronze axes, carrying bows and javelins, gathered at the grand plaza of Crow City's sacrificial rite!

Old militia Chiwaco watched from afar, only seeing the masked Female Chief ascend the sacrificial high platform. Then, one strong Canine captain after another knelt before the high platform, paying respects to the Female Chief on the high platform.

Following this, the masked Female Chief loudly shouted, drawing the Greatbow from her back. She aimed at a soaring bird in the sky and suddenly shot, and the bird fell to the sound, displaying unrivaled Divine Shooter skills!

Seeing the Female Chief's bravery, thousands of Canine Warriors excitedly cheered. Listening to their chants, it clearly repeated one name continuously.

"Eagle Shooter, Alan! Eagle Shooter, Alan!..."

"Ancestors bear witness! All Gods protect! You all must be prepared!..."

Alan proudly raised her head, holding the Greatbow high, loudly proclaiming.

"After the autumn harvest! The tribal army will once more move northward, to conquer the Coa Wei Ke Groups! We'll sweep the southern bank of the Bravo River, advance into the upper reaches of the Long River, and make each encountered tribe surrender to our army! They must hand over their women, hand over able-bodied men, hand over the harvested food, as rewards for the Warriors' brave battles!..."

"And upon our return from the northern expedition, I will establish ten more elite hundred-man teams, exempt them from tribute! And the captains of these teams will be the ten most meritorious, most outstanding Warriors!... Ow!"

"Ow-whoo! Roar!..."

The wild cheers and howls of the Canine Descendants came from afar, sending shivers down old militia's spine. He searched for a while and finally spotted his son among the tattooed captains. Wilderness Samurai Chipawa had a flushed face, wildly waving his arms and roaring more fiercely than anyone else.

"Oh! This foolish boy..."

Old militia sighed, shrank his neck, and returned to the hut. Until that evening, Wilderness Samurai Chipawa returned from the center of the camp, reeking of alcohol.

"Burp! Dad, haven't you eaten dinner yet?"

"Eat, eat, eat! All you know is eating!"

Old militia scowled, looking at Chipawa's flushed face and messy hair, asking gravely.

"What have you been doing all day?"

"Burp!... Sister Alan gathered the captains of each tribe... said after the harvest, they would move north to attack the tribes on the southern bank of the Great River... haha! This time, we'll not only plunder but make those ten to twenty Coa Wei Ke tribes completely fall under the rule of the Red Crow tribe!..."

"Hehe! There will be fighting! Couldn't say, just keep chasing them, a pursuit of hundreds or even thousands of miles... until they can't escape, kneeling before us!..."

Wilderness Samurai Chipawa laughed triumphantly, seemingly viewing the northern battle as a pioneering marathon. Old militia pursed his lips, wanting to advise something, but knowing it was futile.

"Haha! Another war!..."

Wilderness Samurai Chipawa laughed joyfully for a while. Then, as if remembering something, he asked with some doubt.

"Dad! What did you talk about with Sister Alan yesterday?"

"Uh, just talked about kingdom matters... what's wrong?"

"She was a bit odd today, seemed different!"

"How different?"

"It's like... it's like there's a spark in her eyes, making everyone want to lower their heads upon seeing it. Her walking in the morning was accompanied by fierce wind. That aura was like riding on the back of a wild bull running!"

Hearing this, old militia and Priest Mekate exchanged a glance, both having guesses but unable to figure it out.

"Hmm... Did Chief Alan say when we'd see her again?"

"Ah?"

Wilderness Samurai Chipawa wondered for a moment and shook his head vigorously.

"Not seen again! Sister Alan is very busy, she said 'I've seen you, I believe you all, no need to meet again!' Next, we can leave!... Yes! She asked me to escort you southward, along with two of her trusted aides, until eight hundred miles away to the Otter City!"

"Oh! By the way! She also mentioned you should adhere to the agreement, leaving behind three wounded sailors! The tribe will take care of them, arranging everything!"

"Hmm. They are your fellow countrymen, you should also care a bit..."

"I know! The Purpecha people who drifted north are very united..."

"Whew! Chief Divine, we can finally leave?"

Upon hearing such arrangements, both old militia and Priest Mekate sighed with relief. Old militia stroked his chin, glanced at the center, under the Red Crow flag in the large tent. He thoughtfully pondered, his old face smiling before looking at his son.

"Next, we need to travel by boat, taking the water route! ... How long will it take from here south to Otter City?"

"By boat... from Red Crow City to the Egret River estuary, I heard it's four hundred miles, let's estimate seven days. From the estuary to Otter City, seems six hundred miles, guessing ten days? That adds up to, to... sixteen or seventeen-eight days!"

Wilderness Samurai Chipawa stroked his chin, carefully counting on his fingers. Then, he joyfully and dutifully exclaimed.

"Dad! Once we reach Otter City, I need to see the Great Chief and convey Sister Alan's northern expedition plans! ... As for you, you can row south yourself! I'll ensure you have obedient Vastec sailors!"