Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 1063 - 649: The Second Kingdom Exploration, Blood Oath Alliance, Anything Can Be Traded!

Chapter 1063: Chapter 649: The Second Kingdom Exploration, Blood Oath Alliance, Anything Can Be Traded!

"Bring the deer hunted this morning! Fetch the stolen mead! The ancestral spirits protect our tribe; today is a good day to welcome friends! I, Short Spear Moqi, will swear a blood oath here with the Tomato Priest of the Fierce Tiger Tribe!"

By the Long River, the waves crashed. It was evening, and the clouds were floating. Seven longships approached the shore, with over a hundred archers standing vigilant on the deck. Gray Soil noble Puap personally led sixty armored Prepecha Warriors onto land. He was fully armed: bronze cloth armor on his upper body, a long spear in his right hand, a shield strapped to his left, and a bronze axe at his waist.

"Ha! First they attack, then they detain, and now they want an alliance... so capricious, these damn barbarians!"

The valiant Gray Soil noble wore a grim expression, cursing inwardly. He gripped his copper spear tightly, ready to rush forward and fight the Putun Tribe to protect Priest Tomate, who was making an alliance in front.

Opposite the Kingdom’s Warriors, separated by dozens of steps, were the densely packed warriors of the Putun Tribe. They held their stone spears up high, slung their darts, and howled with excitement. Soon, following the chieftain’s orders, several Tribal Warriors clad in wooden armor carried a stag, dead for half a day, to the center between the two groups.

"Chieftain, a fresh stag! Perfect for the ceremony!"

"Hmm. Let me handle this. The ancestor said, to welcome friends, one must show sincerity!"

Chief Moqi personally handled the dagger, slicing open the stag’s front belly and extracting the heart where blood had coagulated. With precise strokes of the dagger, he evenly cut the dark red fresh heart in half. Then, with a solemn expression, Chief Moqi handed half of the heart to Priest Tomate and declared gravely.

"With the ancestor as witness! Friend, we share the soul of the same heart, and we establish a bond of mutual trust between our hearts!"

Witnessing this, Priest Tomate raised his eyebrows, understanding in his heart. In the collective consciousness of Central American tribes, the heart is seen as the seat of the soul and possesses mysterious spirituality. Many significant ceremonies require the participation of the heart. At this moment, the stag heart acts as a magical medium, proclaiming the two’s ’shared heart’.

"With the Chief Divine as witness! Friend, we share the soul of the same heart. Henceforth, our souls are interconnected; our friendship, like our souls, is indivisible!"

With a solemn demeanor, Priest Tomate declared formally. Then, the two simultaneously bowed their heads to swallow the bitter and fishy ’witness’.

Two steps away, Tikalo’s eyebrows twitched, his expression complex. He knew that this was the first step in the Putun Tribe’s alliance, and the next step was a blood pledge.

"The fierce Aztecs have finally arrived in the Maya world. Their first move is to ally with the equally barbaric Putun Tribe... Oh! Heavenly Serpent Divine! Was guiding them here right or wrong?..."

The tides rose, the river surged, and the momentum was unstoppable. In no time, Priest Tomate and Chief Moqi lifted their heads simultaneously. The two looked at each other’s dark red lips and stained teeth, paused for a moment, and for some reason burst into laughter!

"Ha ha! Praise to the Chief Divine! Moqi, my friend!"

"Ha ha ha! The ancestor has spirits! Tomate, my brother! Roar, roar!"

Chief Moqi raised his head and howled wildly towards the sunset. Then, with a wave of his hand, he commanded.

"Bring the wine!"

Two Tribal Warriors immediately stepped forward, bringing a large pottery jar. The jar was filled with mead made from honey, a precious brew used within the tribe for curing diseases and disinfecting wounds.

"Come, brother, let’s drink blood together!"

Priest Tomate nodded. Immediately, he expertly drew out an obsidian dagger, slicing open the vein on the back of his palm, then held his hand above the pottery jar. Almost simultaneously, another sliced palm came over. The two clasped hands, their blood converged, and dripped into the wine, turning the golden mead red.

"With the ancestor as witness! The Short Spear Tribe wishes to ally with the Fierce Tiger Tribe! From this day, mutual support, never betrayal. Should I betray the vow, I, Short Spear Hoji, shall perish by the blade!"

"With the Chief Divine as witness! The Kingdom of the Lake wishes to ally with the Short Spear Tribe of the Putun! The warriors of both sides shall trust each other with their backs, never striking from behind. Should I betray the vow, Chief God Priest Tomate, I shall offer myself in sacrifice to the Divine!"

High-spirited vows echoed under the sunset, ringing through the seaside sky. The fiery warmth stained the precious mead, then entered the mouths of both. After gulping down the large jar of fishy-sweet mead, their faces subtly flushed. Then they again raised their blood-dripping right hands, tightly grasping each other’s in midair! A thunderous cheer erupted enthusiastically from the Putun Tribe warriors!

"Allies! Brothers! Allies! Brothers! Oh ho!..."

Just a dozen steps away, Puap was speechless. He watched the sudden shift in the situation, truly at a loss. On the flagship, veteran militia Chiwaco glanced sharply, then raised both hands, joining in the loud cheers.

"Allies! Brothers!... What are you all staring at, let your voices roar! Allies! Brothers!"

The cheers only lasted a moment before the joyful atmosphere began to spread along the coast. Warriors from both sides laid down their weapons, grinning, and the mood significantly lightened. Chieftain Hodge ordered the warriors to make a fire, roasting deer meat on the spot. Then, the two sat down by the seaside and began discussing important matters.

"Chieftain Moqi, my brother, the glory of the Chief Divine has already unified the Western Highlands! And now, His merciful gaze has come to the Yucatan Peninsula for the first time, watching over you!"

Priest Tomate solemnly removed the pure gold Sun Amulet from himself and placed it around Chieftain Moqi’s neck.

"This is the Amulet of the Mexica Chief Divine! The Supreme Main God has chosen you. As long as you devoutly believe in the Chief Divine, you will receive His protection!... Also, this scripture is the book of the Chief Divine, capable of bringing you divine enlightenment!"

"..."

Chieftain Moqi’s lips twitched as he looked at Tomate’s solemn and fervent expression and remained silent. He put on the pure gold amulet and received the illustrated scripture. Then, he followed the fervent priest in reciting a few prayers to the Chief Divine. "Praise the Chief Divine Huitzilopochtli! He governs all things, is omnipotent, granting us victory and valor, light and harvest!..."

Until Priest Tomate was beaming with joy, Chieftain Moqi couldn’t wait to speak up.

"Brother Tomate, you mentioned that accepting your friendship presents a great opportunity for a tribe to rise!... What exactly is this opportunity and benefit you speak of?"

"Moqi... brother, let me explain slowly."

Priest Tomate thought for a moment, organized his words, and then smiled as he responded.

"To resist the upcoming white-skinned demons, His Highness of the Divine Revelation is leading us to the Eastern Snake Island. Our fleet is merely an exploratory vanguard, acting as scouts for the great army! Once we confirm the Eastern route, thousands of the Kingdom’s Warriors will follow! And the place of the Short Spear Tribe is a necessary stop in this route."

"Hmm? Thousands of warriors? Surely they will pass through here?"

Hearing this, Chieftain Moqi’s face changed unpredictably. He cast a skeptical look at Priest Tomate and forced a smile.

"The Fierce Tiger Warriors are to pass through here, but the Short Spear Tribe must provide food and fresh water? If the terms are right, it’s not impossible."

"Haha! Moqi, my brother, the Kingdom will never shortchange you, nor the allies of the East!"

Priest Tomate laughed. Seeing Chieftain Moqi’s doubts, he continued to explain.

"As long as the Short Spear Tribe converts to the Chief Divine, the Kingdom’s priests will come to guide you in farming and help you build a city-state! Moreover, the Kingdom’s fleet will constantly bring wealth, allowing your tribe to prosper!"

"Farming? Building a city? Bringing wealth?"

Chieftain Moqi pursed his lips and shook his head in response.

"Tomate, my brother, the tribe’s life is very good! Everyone is accustomed to a nomadic lifestyle, there’s no need to enclose ourselves with stones like the city-states of the North. I’ve heard that the city-state people of the North pursue gemstones, even taking them to the grave! That’s more foolish than rock rats! All that so-called wealth can’t be eaten, drunk, or used in battle, so what’s the point of having so much? It’s of no use!"

Upon hearing this, Priest Tomate’s eyes flickered. Looking at the already opinionated Chieftain Moqi, he smiled and asked.

"Oh? Brother Moqi, then what is it that you want? You can tell me directly!"

"Haha, straightforward! Seeing each other as brothers, there’s no need to wriggle in the waters like the Water Serpent! I’ll just say it plainly..."

Chieftain Moqi raised a clay cup, drinking another cup of Blood Wine. He licked his lips, savoring the bloody and sweet taste, feeling a wave of heat in his body. Then, he pulled open his collar, strongly patted his robust chest, and loudly declared.

"Tomate, my brother, my ally. I want your axes, I want your long spears! I want your greatbows, I want your armor! If possible, I also want your large ships!..."

"Ancestors witness! If I have these things, never mind changing beliefs or providing passage supplies, even the lives of tribal warriors, I can exchange with you!"