Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

A massive fireball streaked across the night sky, trailing a meteor-like trail before crashing into the Canine Descendants’ encampment, releasing billowing thick smoke. Countless Fire Arrows attacked from the mountains like sudden torrents of rain, igniting the dry grass nests and converging into a sea of flames in the camp. The tranquil night erupted with thunderous roars like the divine wrath of gods, bringing an unstoppable disaster.

"Ah! The Divine Powers’ Spell!"

Amoxtli, shocked, lifted his head to see the sky full of fire, and the terrifying thunder filled his ears. He smelled the burning char and quickly diffusing scent of blood. Thousands of Canine Warriors in the camp were shouting and colliding, desperately fighting in a chaotic madness!

"Flames and thunder, blood and death... It’s the Great Chief’s divine magic!"

Miwa, full of awe, looked toward the origin of the fireball. He stretched out his hand and clasped the Sun Amulet hidden within his clothes.

"Praise the Chief Divine! Pray for your forgiveness..."

After a brief pause, Miwa looked back at Amoxtli. This time, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, no hesitations remaining.

"Amoxtli!"

"Aran, my daughter!"

As divine fire descended, Amoxtli suppressed the trembling in his heart. He took a deep look at the completely chaotic camp, then suddenly let out a low roar and hurled the Stone Spear in his hand at Miwa. Then, the Red Crow Chieftain swiftly turned and, without looking back, fled into the forest behind him.

"Let’s go!"

A few Red Crow elite also followed their chieftain, escaping like foxes.

Miwa leaped to avoid the incoming javelin. Then, he lifted his Hunting Bow and aimed at Amoxtli’s retreating figure, releasing a sharp arrow!

"Whoosh!"

In the deep night, shadowy and indistinct. Amoxtli, like a turkey, crouched low and ran in a zigzag pattern, dodging the incoming Bone Arrows.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Miwa shot twice more, both missing their mark. Watching Amoxtli flee swiftly, he roared unwillingly and angrily.

"Amoxtli, you sly Red Crow!"

"Boss, should we chase into the forest?"

The nearby Red Salamander warrior gathered around, waiting for their leader’s command. Miwa, with a fierce look, watched the several figures about to disappear into the forest and finally clenched his teeth and shook his head decisively.

"No! We attack the Great Tribe’s camp, spreading the chaos further... for Chieftain Keka!"

The Red Salamander warriors looked at each other, then all wore a determined expression. Dozens of them silently charged forward, heading toward the nearest Red Monkey camp.

The chaos in the rear camp continued and grew even more brutal. Living people ran through the mayhem, while corpses burned in the flames. The cruel camp outcry was but a moment, yet the entire campsite had already gone completely out of control. Different tribes collided with each other, mixing into a tumult, killing into a turmoil, and dying in heaps!

At this moment, all other tribes were enemies! More than a dozen howling tribal militia, waving their weapons, charged crazily.

Aran, with no hesitation, lifted her Hunting Bow and rapidly shot three arrows, felling the nearest three warriors. Other Red Crow warriors mercilessly swung their War Clubs and thrust their Stone Spears, killing these approaching "enemies." Over a hundred Red Crow elites thus gathered into a group, fiercely holding their corner in the camp.

"Aran, more tribes are charging in, and the camp is getting more chaotic! We can’t just wait here!"

Chieftain’s trusted aide Moqi called out anxiously. The warriors had been woke up early by Aran, gathering ahead of time. This quarter hour of early awakening meant the difference between life and death. Aran was the chieftain’s daughter and an outstanding redhead hunter. Appreciating her efforts, everyone acknowledged Aran as the leader, temporarily following her command.

"Uncle Moqi, Dad hasn’t come back yet!"

Aran bit her teeth, stood on tiptoes, and looked toward the mountains. The firelight rendered the nearby campsite blazingly bright, whereas the distant forest remained unseeable. Only deep darkness lingered there, occasionally bursting with beast-like roars, as if to swallow life itself.

"We can’t wait any longer, the battle cry has been called!"

The redhead hunters gathered around her, looking seriously at Aran. They temporarily followed her command but were not going to obey indefinitely. Seeing this, Moqi stepped forward and said affirmatively.

"The chieftain is too far away to come back! The elite of the tribe is all here, quickly lead the warriors away!"

"But..."

"Aran, don’t forget the old chief’s words. The survival of the tribe is everything, no one is indispensable... Hurry and lead the warriors away! If the chief truly can’t come back, then a new chieftain will lead everyone. I hope, that person can be you!"

"Uncle Moqi..."

Aran bit her lip hard, the pain bringing her to a more alert state. She looked towards the fort, seeing a Hell of Fire scene. Flames fiercely burned, tribal folk screamed in battle, and corpses lay everywhere. The young huntress finally made a resolve.

"Go! Head north, back to the old camp! Anyone who blocks our retreat, kill them!"

"Ow!"

The Red Crow warriors cried out all at once, then followed Aran’s lead, charging down the northern mountain path.

A few hundred meters away, at the Red Monkey camp, a clash had just momentarily paused.

"Zucata, continue to form the Spear Formation, hold the camp entrance! Whoever charges in, kill them all without hesitation! Red-haired elite, command the warrior squads. Take out the prepared mud and smother the campfire!"

"Yes, chieftain!"

Zucata responded in a muffled voice.

The Red Monkey encampment had a complete fence and gate, and although part of it had been burned away, it mostly remained intact. At that moment, Zucata, holding a long spear in both hands, stood at the entrance of the encampment. Beside him was a small formation of forty to fifty people with long spears, and in front of them were dozens of fallen bodies of the Canine Descendants. The young Militia, Chipawa, also held a long spear in both hands, mingling with a few old brothers from Tarasco, yet the tip of his spear had no blood on it.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

Four thunderous sounds exploded again, terrifying prayers arose in the camp. Randomly shot fire arrows ignited the vegetation, illuminating the faces of hundreds of people in panic and uncertainty.

In the center of the gathered Tribes warriors was the camp’s fire pit. Ozoma, panting, stood in the firelight, comforting his men loudly while counting his warriors. His copper armor was completely soaked in fresh blood, just like the blood-dripping War Club in his hand.

The Mexica attack had come suddenly, with tremendous force, shocking everyone. The camp was momentarily in chaos, someone led the screaming, and many people ran around recklessly.

The Red Monkey Chieftain himself led his personal guard to suppress it. He did not discriminate against anyone, killing dozens of people in the camp before the situation was barely stabilized. Then, scattered militiamen and unidentified enemies stormed in, and the sudden battle persisted for a quarter, killing dozens more warriors and defeating the enemy.

After a brief count, adding the death and dispersal, the number of Red Monkey warriors had reduced by one-third, now fewer than a thousand.

"Damn! My warriors!"

Ozoma’s heart bled. He looked up at the night sky as another fireball came hurtling down, smashing into the front of the camp.

Not long ago, the massive fires in the mountains still deeply engraved in the hearts of tens of thousands of Canine Warriors. Now facing another celestial fire attack, the encampment ahead finally broke down! Countless figures fled from the campsite, desperately colliding toward another campsite. Subsequently, thousands of warriors from both encampments, as if possessed, fiercely fought each other. In less than half a quarter, screams and howls came with the wind, like the mournful songs of dying autumn birds.

"Heavenly Divine! The divine weapon of the Mexica, so terrifying!... Earth Mother Goddess, please protect me, do not let the fireballs smash here! Chief Divine of the Mexica, also please protect me, I will devoutly offer sacrifices!"

Ozoma muttered to himself, praying to the myriad gods, filled with dread. It was close, just a moment ago, the Red Monkey camp almost completely dispersed! He looked serious, asking his trusted Scout.

"Which two camps were those?"

"The bombed one was Red Salamander Camp, the one that got stormed was Red Frog Camp."

It was difficult to distinguish directions at night, the trusted Scout squinted his eyes, confirmed for a while, then assuredly answered.

"Haha, dog eats dog, a mouth full of fur. Damn Red Salamander, Red Frog, for laughing at me earlier!"

Ozoma cursed bitterly, then immediately became tense again.

"Those two camps are near the main camp of Red Dog!"

"Yes, Chieftain! The main camp of Red Dog is over there, where most of the burning is happening!"

On hearing this, Ozoma quickly looked up toward the main camp of Red Dog. The main camp was a key target of Mexica, with fires burning everywhere. Amid the surging flames, occasional warriors from Red Dog fled the camp, vanishing into the darkness. However, the main force of Red Dog’s grand camp didn’t seem to have dispersed nor were there hysterical screams.

"The leader of Chichika... alas!"

Ozoma’s expression changed, a torrent of thoughts clashing in his mind, then transformed into a long sigh.

"What about Red Deer Camp?"

"At the start of the night raid, the Red Deer Tribe fled north in a swarm! It seems that Masate Chieftain led them, running at the front."

The trusted Scout sincerely asked without reservations.

"Chieftain, the rear camp also broke down, all the tribes are in chaos. The Mexica will definitely launch a major attack by morning!... Shall we escape now?"

"... No. Secure the camp, just wait! Running at night, colliding with each other, who knows how many will disperse, how many will be injured."

Ozoma pondered for a while. He looked toward the camp, under the command of Red elites, the warriors had gradually regained order, staunchly defending the camp. The Red Monkey Chieftain made up his mind, instructed.

"The divine weapon of the Mexica is all thunder, no rain. As long as we do not lose our formation, not that many will die! We... will wait till dawn to move!"

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The trusted aide nodded in agreement, smiling.

"Hmm, the camp has stabilized. You take charge outside, I need to return to the main tent."

Ozoma surveyed his surroundings, his expression suddenly flickered. He involuntarily lowered his voice.

"Send two men, secretly escort the captured enemy leader to the main tent!"

"Ah, the leader just now? He was hit by a spear, it’s Zucata’s war trophy. Chieftain, what do you want with him? He’s just a stocky redhead hunter..."

"Fool! This attack came suddenly, clearly premeditated. He has backers... stop asking! Give Zucata a reward, bring the man to me, quick!"

"As you say! Chieftain is wise."

The trusted aide immediately left. Ozoma stood up straight, gazing into the distance. Fire descended from the sky, burning everywhere, yet not forming fierce blazes. Thousands of warriors from various tribes ran amok in the firelight, continuously colliding and fighting, with very few actually burned to death.

"Mountain camps lack fuel, unable to create a fire that destroys everything."

Ozoma sighed deeply, chanting in a low voice like a wilderness Priest.

"But the flame of human hearts has already blazed up, unstoppable!"