Aztec Eternals

The wind-swept waves hit the Caribbean coast in December, splashing the waves that sparkled in the sun. And mortal life is like the foam in the waves of the great era, so fragile and thin, yet so colorful!

In Kapok City on the western peninsula, Bertard's layout is like mountains and forests. He used the safest method to promote the general trend of the kingdom and plan the lowland Maya with a radius of two thousand miles. The flag of the Mayapan royal family was re-erected in the land of Maya after half a century of silence!

As the name of the royal family spread, the gods, priests, nobles, chiefs, and warriors in various city-states were attracted by their different positions, and the undercurrent of chaos disturbed people's hearts. At this point, the lowland Maya, with its clear hierarchy and stable inheritance, began to look like a muddy pond, allowing countless hidden fish to begin to emerge...

In the tail village on the northern coast, the Toltec sacrifices are in full swing, using the most terrifying means to destroy the traditional Mayan clan order, and even sweep away the tail feather clan that stands in the way. The ten separated warrior camps were like hunting wolves. They intimidated and drove all the tail feather gods, and fled from the jungle villages in all directions to gather in the seemingly indestructible stone carving city and Tiho city that was protected by city walls and had never been invaded by the "plateau barbarians".

These two city-states of the Weiyu Clan have also become the hunting grounds intended by the "Head Wolf" Toltec. He lurked his minions, waiting patiently in "Demon's Tail", waiting for all the key prey to be thrown into the "cage" of the stone city-state. Then, he will complete his work in one battle, eat nearly 100,000 tribesmen of the Weiyu clan in one bite, completely exterminate the Weiyu inheritance, and prevent any descendant of the clan from escaping into the jungle!

As for the surrounding three clans of Lu Chong, Li Shu, and Xiwu, if they dare to send reinforcements across the jungle... Hei Lang doesn't mind at all. Before attacking the city-state and swallowing the "forcibly eaten" dinner, he will first eat it in the field. Drop some appetizing side dishes! After all, it is much safer and more effective to wait for work in the jungle only a hundred miles away from the coast than to go deep into the jungle hundreds of miles to find enemies who don't know where they are! …

"Well...His Highness said that we should guard the tree stump and wait for rabbits to come and kill them...Now I am guarding the rabbit hole and eat every one that comes...Haha! This is called in Your Highness's art of war, 'encirclement, capture and love'" '…”

The butterfly's wings are waving vigorously, and the Caribbean Sea is already stirring. Wherever the waves of the sea pass by, tribal disputes, battles and annexations are accelerating silently!

On the westernmost shore of the Caribbean Sea, the mighty Rio Grande surges into the endless sea. Follow the Haikou to the upper reaches of the river, travel upstream for six hundred miles, and arrive at a large, broad lake, which is also the southernmost lake in the North American Great Plains, "Buffalo Lake."

At this moment, the Bison Lakeside was bustling with people. The tall red crow flag was flying on an extremely large tribal camp. Fully 50 elite centurions gathered under the same red battle flag at the same time. And the owner of this battle flag is none other than the "Eagle Shooter" whose reputation rose like an eagle, the "Crow's Daughter" who conquered the banks of the river, Chief Alan!

After more than two years of conquest, more than 50 Koahuik tribes and more than 80,000 grassland safari tribesmen in the 700-mile grassland swamp along the river from the mouth of the Rio Grande to the northwest of Buffalo Lake were all captured. Completely conquered by the Red Crow tribe that swept in like a great river!

The Red Crow Tribe's bronze soldier leather armor, the pursuit speed of the wilderness dog descendants, the more stringent flag army system, the food supplies from the deep south, and the sharp-eyed, surprise-attacking, and inspiring army leaders are all great factors. The loose Koahuik hunting tribes in the southern plains were simply unable to resist...

Alan's extremely rare heroic marksmanship, even rarer status as a female military chief, and astonishing acuity that seems to be able to see through people's hearts have also played an extremely critical role in uniting the remaining safari tribes of the matrilineal clan. In fact, if Alan was not too old, the title given to her by the awe-inspiring tribe leaders would never be "Daughter of Crows", but "Mother of Crows" like the grandmother of the tribe!

"The ancestors bless the Red Crow! From the conquered tribes of Koahuik, two thousand experienced warriors have been recruited to form twenty elite centurions! At this point, I have fifty elite troops in my hands Centuries! And from Flint Lake in the south to Buffalo Lake in the north, I can mobilize more than a hundred ordinary tribes of centurions!... Now, the combat power of the army in my hands even exceeds that of Dad... And with such strength , if they go south to attack the Mexicans..."

The sky is vast, the sea of ​​grass is rolling, and the lake is flashing with waves. "Daughter of the Crow" Alan, wearing a horrifyingly engraved silver mask, raised his head slightly and looked at the sun in the southern sky. She wore tight-fitting leather armor and held out her chest proudly, but there was no obvious trace of femininity. The big bow and arrows on her back and the two copper axes on her waist all show the powerful force of a military leader who sweeps through various ministries!

"Hmm... The Mexica people are still too powerful... The Red Crow's only advantage is that they can march faster than them! And if they can tame the bison on the grassland and ride on the galloping beast..."

Alan narrowed his sharp eagle eyes, raised his red lips playfully, and looked at the Koaweik chieftains who looked frightened on the surface but secretly had their own thoughts. The elder Koahuik Shaman Bird Bone, with his head bowed respectfully, carefully led an extremely strange, white, half-sized bison!

"The powerful Chief Alan, who can shoot flying eagles, favored by the Blue Heavenly Father and loved by the Red Earth Mother!... This is the most sacred beast in the river tribes and the purest darling of the spirit of nature... The tribe is willing to dedicate Him to you! Ask for your powerful protection... And a warrior as strong as you can ride on the back of a buffalo like the great Koahuik chiefs in the legend..."

"Oh? The most sacred and pure white bison? The powerful chief of Koahuik, will ride on the back of the bison?..."

Alan raised the corner of his mouth, looked deeply at the old shaman like a bird, and then looked around at the group of seemingly submissive leaders. Then, she dropped the bow and arrows from her back as she was prepared, and shouted to her bodyguard Chipawa who looked in reverence.

"Chippawa, get it!..."

"Yes! Boss!..."

"Ouch!..."

The white half-sized bison suddenly let out an angry roar. That cry was not the docile "moo" of Asian domestic cattle, but the unique low roar of a powerful beast! Even though it is only half a grown-up and has not grown to nearly two meters tall and weighs one ton as an adult, it is still over one meter and a half tall and weighs over half a ton!

"Haha! What a manic four-legged beast!..."

Alan laughed happily, but the moment the falcon fell, he was already riding on the white bison's neck, and firmly grasped the white short horns with both hands! The half-grown bison shook its body wildly and even started to run angrily. All the Koahuik chieftains looked frightened and fled in all directions, screaming. The old shaman bird bone was the first to bear the brunt. It was knocked over by the bison with a swing of its head and rolled several meters in the grass.

"O ancestors! The sacred bison is mad!..."

"Quick! Get out of the way!..."

"What to do? What to do?! The great chief is still on the cow!..."

"Ouch!..."

The white half-sized bison ran wildly, even reaching a speed of 40 kilometers per hour! But a pair of strong and powerful long legs clamped its neck tightly! The owner of the long legs showed amazing vigor and strength, tightly controlling the giant beast beneath him! She even let out a menacing cry like a jaguar and went wild with the bison.

"Aha! You are mine...Ouch! You can't run away!..."

The four-legged beast ran out of the crowd, ran through the long grass up to its waist, until it ran into the sparkling bison lake and into the deep mire! The bison became slower and slower, and finally sank helplessly into the deep lake mud, unable to move anymore. And being tightened by a pair of powerful thighs, it couldn't get rid of it at all. Its strength was gradually exhausted, and it could only lower its head and moan...

"Woo...ow...wow..."

"Hahaha! Stupid cow, if you fall into my hands, just bow your head obediently! From today on, you are mine!...Aha!..."

Alan shouted excitedly, and his voice changed from a majestic and deep female voice to a joyful voice. She slightly loosened her sweat-soaked thighs and listened to the low cry of the half-sized bison. The face under the mask was full of high-spirited pride. Then, she turned over her hands and took out an old Mexica stone dagger, and couldn't wait to carve her own name on the bison's horns! Oh, by the way, she doesn’t know any Mexican writing, but she has a pictogram that symbolizes her name!

"A crow riding a wolf...a bow that pierces the eagle...that's me!...Alan the eagle-shooter!...Aha!"

"Ah! The war chief has tamed the white sacred buffalo!..."

"Ancestor! Only the strongest warrior can sit firmly on the bison!..."

"Cough, cough!...Praise the Heavenly Father and the Earthly Mother! Chief Alan, who can tame the white sacred cow and pass the most difficult challenge of the Koahuik tribes, will be the sacred leader chosen by the Heavenly Father and the Earthly Mother! She will be The greatest warchief of the tribes of Koahuik!…”

"Ah? Bird Bone Shaman, you are so strong! You were knocked over by a bison and you didn't die?..."

"Get out! I'm the shaman of the tribe! How can I not be strong enough?!...Ahem! Shout with me, look for 'Bull Riding Chief' Alan!..."

"Roar! 'Bull Riding Chief' Alan!..."

The deafening cheers rang out by the shores of Bison Lake. A low whine crept beneath Alan's body. The brave and arrogant female chief held her head high, her body wet with sweat and lake water, looking at the southern sky with sparkling water!

One day, she will sit on a galloping four-legged beast, blow the ear-splitting horn, and lead countless tribes to the south! But before that, she had to wait patiently. And her next target...

Alan narrowed his eagle eyes, slowly turned around, and looked northwest. There are more hunting tribes there, there are more galloping bison, and there is an indistinguishable rumor...

"In the northeastern upper reaches of the river, at the black border of the wasteland...there will be tribes that use black stones!..."

"And the black stone that can burn, the precious fuel that can survive the cold wave... is probably the flint coal that the Prepecha sailors mentioned, which is mined in large quantities in the Kingdom of the Lake!"