Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The evening glow fell on the shore of Warrior Lake, illuminating this Tamaulipas land, known in the Vastec language as 'the place divided by mountains,' with splendor and vastness.

In reality, this is the junction of three major landforms: to the south is the Vastec jungle along the coast, to the west is the vast wilderness separated by mountains in Tlaxcala, and to the north is the end of the North American plains' extension. From the open and flat terrain, this land of the Red Crow, full of hunting tribes, seems more akin to the North American plains. The vast plains stretch out with sparse trees and tall grass, reaching far into the north.

Old militia Chi Waco looked at the evening glow, gazed at the vast land, and spoke softly, his fingers clenched tightly.

"Chipawa... when you reach Otter City, you... will leave? Won't you spend some more time with me?"

"Yes! Uh... father... um..."

Warrior Chipawa scratched his head, showing some reluctance on his face, but he nodded in response.

"Father! I also want to spend more time with you... but Alan said that after autumn, we have to continue the northern expedition... now it's already late July, going to Otter City and back will take over a month, and then it will be September! Then to prepare and train the tribal warriors in the team, we'll have to head north for another campaign! Time is really tight..."

"Northern expedition after autumn... another battle..."

The old militia was silent for a moment, looking at his son's yearning expression, finally sighing.

"Alright! Have a good sleep tonight... tomorrow morning, we'll set off..."

Night bids farewell to the camp, morning brings sunlight. Alan stands at the entrance of the tent, wearing a cold silver mask, carrying a long greatbow. She purses her lips, gazing at the distant eastern sunrise, and watching the people on the longship disappear into the small hill in the east of the camp. Afterwards, she turns around, looking at the vast northern plains, with a fire-like fervor in her chest.

"Bravo Great River... Coa Wei Ke Tribes... after the autumn harvest, I want to make you all submit!"

The small hills by Warrior Lake remain verdant, the kingdom's longship docked by the shore, much larger than the canoes passing by, like a crocodile among fish.

Priest Mekate lowers his head, crossing the fields by the river, boarding the somewhat worn longship, pondering everything about the Red Crow Tribe. Old militia Chi Waco stands at the bow, watching the Canine Descendants and sailors row the oars, heading east along the northern shore of the Great Lake towards Egret River. The final return voyage of this long exploration is finally near!

"Chief Divine bless! Captain Chi, we go east to Heron River Estuary first, then south to Otter City. This section of sea journey is about six hundred miles. Then from Otter City along the Vastec coast, we reach the Silver Raven Tribe's Crow City, sailing about five hundred miles..."

As the longship moves, Priest Mekate stops pondering. He approaches the old militia, glances at the accompanying Canine Warriors, and lowers his voice.

"This more than a thousand miles of Vastec coast, the kingdom has yet to explore, it's worth recording the hydrology, terrain, and tribes along the coast in detail... it might be useful later..."

"Uh? Oh..."

Hearing this, the old militia's eyebrows raise, understanding the unstated words of Priest Mekate. He sighs again and nods.

"Alright! On the way back, indeed we don't need to rush too much... Chief Divine bless!"

"Chief Divine bless! The Silver Raven Chieftain in Crow City is quite reliable, and has a secret alliance with the kingdom... after we reach Crow City, we should be able to smoothly connect with the kingdom's army ready to campaign against the Totonac Tribes!... By the way! Crow City produces tar for repairing ships, we should stay there for some days, slightly repairing the ship. When the kingdom's reply arrives, giving the location of Your Majesty, we will continue southward..."

At this, Priest Mekate grips the amulet on his neck, his face showing uncontrollable excitement.

"Praise the Chief Divine! Praise Your Majesty! We brought back news from Cuba Snake Island, Maya Tribes, around Hidden Serpent City, and the Red Crow's land... Our Majesty must be waiting for us! And our exploration journey will surely be recorded in history, engraved on the stone tablet of Divine Power University, sung as an epic!... "

"Wonderful! This voyage is finally about to be completed... and my old life, being able to survive, even finding my son! Truly..."

The old militia purses his lips, watching Chipawa rowing the oars on the ship, feelings mixed in his heart, seemingly having sand in his eyes. He turns his head, thinking about the cassava and tung oil trees he brought back from Cuba, needing to tell the blind Majesty well. They're good things to save lives and must be planted everywhere!

The morning sun rises, the lake glistens with water light. The fields by the lake are lush, and egrets circle and call in the sky. Old militia Chi Waco stands on the departing longship, looking lastly at that green hilltop, gazing at the unseen tomb, imagining the flourishing tung oil trees, strangely feeling some longing...

"Good place, really good! ... If I could be buried here, it would be good!"

The old militia wipes his eyes and looks at the excited Chipawa, asking gravely.

"Has that hilltop come?"

"Ah? Oh! It's coming! ...Alan gave it to me, now it's ours."

"Hmm..."

The old militia nods, thinking for a while, and solemnly directs.

"Good son! You, later, every year repair the graves on the hill well..."

"Ah? Repair the graves?... Father?"

"Also manage the trees well for me!"

"Uh? Still need to manage the trees?... Ah! So troublesome..."

Hearing this, the old militia raises an eyebrow. This trip to the Northern Land seems to have also imbued him with some wilderness spirit. He stretches out a big hand, grabbing Chipawa's ear, and directly shouts.

"Did you hear?!"

"... Heard it!"

"Swear me!"

"Uh! As the Ancestors witness!... I will definitely repair father's grave well! Otherwise... Otherwise, let me have no offspring!"

"Ah? You fool! I'll beat you to death!..."

The longship drifts away, the oars move, heading for the final homecoming. And the bustling shouting echoes by the calm shores of Warrior Lake, merging into the wave-raised water. This is the morning by Warrior Lake, with the longship departing under the sunrise.

At the same moment, seven thousand miles northwest, the rising eastern sun cast long shadows over the towering Nevada Mountains! This mountain range, averaging three thousand meters in elevation and extending fourteen hundred miles, forms a rough narrow mountain wall, blocking the terrifying cold fronts from the northeast, also protecting the west side of the mountains, extending over a thousand miles, with a width of over two hundred miles, in the warm Bay Area.

This warm land, guarded by mountains, can resist most cold fronts, and is the coveted fertile land on the cruel and cold North American continent by countless tribes! In reality, the tribes settled on this warm land, whether it's the Paiutes speaking Numic, Shoshones, speaking Miwokan, Miwock people (Miwok), or the Yokuts speaking Yokuts... all call this warm land "home!"

In the middle of this narrow Bay Area home, there is a natural warm deep-water harbor. Eight hundred meters tall Tamalpais volcano stands on the north bank of the natural harbor like a sleeping guard. Locally called "West Mountain," "the coast's mountain," by the Miwock Tribe. And the location of this mountain is Tamal, "Western Sea Coast!"

At this moment, under the shadow of the mountains, in the warm harbor, under the watch of over a thousand Miwok Tribe people on the shore, a truly massive fleet is about to set sail again!