Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 858 - 478: Exploration of the Kingdom of the Lake, Battle in the Valley!

Chapter 858: Chapter 478: Exploration of the Kingdom of the Lake, Battle in the Valley!

The scorching sun fell on the barren mountains, casting a halo of light on the gray-white rocks. The island’s mountains were mostly yellow-brown, forming narrow valleys with undulating heights. The valleys were sparsely vegetated, with nothing to cover them except for the mountains on both sides. Flying Birds circled and chirped overhead, filling everyone’s ears and masking the sound of their footsteps. Occasionally, a wild deer would jump by in the distance, always keeping a cautious distance from people. This was a behavior passed down through generations after being hunted.

After turning a corner like this, two teams of warriors, each holding weapons and looking vigilant, suddenly encountered each other unexpectedly and were shocked!

A dozen Sirius warriors with long hair, bare upper bodies, wearing loincloths, and holding Hunting Bows, Throwing Spears, and Short Spears stood alertly, watching the five strange warriors not far away. The old Hunter leading the team wore a feathered straw hat and had a stone drum strapped around his waist. He took two steps forward, scrutinized the peculiar clothing of the people opposite, and then loudly asked.

"...Quihya...me? Who... are you?"

The structure of Sirius language was different from the languages of other tribes, putting important words in the front.

Upon hearing the question, the Prepetcha Warriors looked at each other in dismay. The language opposite was entirely different from Navajo and unrelated to Prepetcha as well; they couldn’t understand a single word. The squad leader hesitated, but still stepped forward to face the leader directly. He lowered his weapon to show goodwill and then replied loudly in Prepetcha.

"...Ochi, kungurikua! We are friends!"

"Tahéjöc, hant comcáac! This is Tahéjöc Island, ancestral land of the Konkak people!"

The Konkak people were the self-proclaimed title of the Sirius people, roughly meaning people of the desert, tribes that migrated south, or hunters. The captains of both sides continued to shout at each other while making gestures, trying to communicate.

The old Hunter relaxed his palm and shouted several times without understanding any response. Then, his expression turned serious, he grasped his bow, a threatening look appeared on his face, and he shouted louder.

"...tintica ntáho! Go away!!"

"Ochi, kungurikua! We are friends!"

"Tintica, ntáho! Leave here! ... Hante, Tintica, ntáho! Leave our ancestral land!!"

"Ochi, kungurikua! We are friends!"

"... itácö!"

The old Hunter’s face twisted in anger. He glanced at the towering mountain peaks on the island, a sacred place of blessing and ancestral heritage. Now, the ancestral land of the Konkak people was being invaded by a strange tribe!

"Itácö! Kill them! Kill!!"

The old Hunter roared in anger, waving his hand forward and shouting the attack order. Immediately, he swiftly shot an arrow straight into the squad leader’s face!

The squad leader of the samurais screamed miserably, clutching his eyes as he fell to the ground. He writhed in pain, and boundless darkness surged over him, invading his brain from his eyes, drowning the fate of Tonali.

"Itácö! Kill!"

A dozen Sirius warriors shouted in chaos and charged forward. Three or four Hunters aimed their Hunting Bows at the samurais. The remaining seven or eight warriors charged with Short Spears from both sides.

"Swoosh!"

Almost at the same time, a Copper Arrow shot through the air, heading straight for the old Hunter. The old Hunter instinctively stretched out his hand to block, but the fierce arrow pierced through his palm and deeply embedded into his neck! Blood sprayed instantly, and the lifeless body fell powerlessly, bringing a touch of moisture and brightness to the yellow earth.

The young archer in the back row fired an arrow and then discarded the Longbow. At such a close distance, he only had time to shoot one prepared arrow. Then, he grabbed the conch around his neck and blew it vigorously.

"Beep beep beep! Beep beep! Beep!..."

The urgent and shrill conch echoed in the vast sky, drifting towards the landing shore. The three Prepetcha Warriors in the front row raised their shields and held their Copper Spears, mutually protecting each other. Three or four Bone Arrows shot precisely but were either blocked by the warriors’ shields or lodged obliquely into the Leather Armor, causing almost no harm. The warriors wore solid Leather Armor; as long as they guarded their faces cautiously, the enemy’s Soft Bows couldn’t easily bring them down.

"Itácö!!"

After a round of Bone Arrows, the tribal warriors of Sirius attacked from both sides. They shouted loudly, forcefully stabbing with their Short Spears. Compared to the precise Archery of the Sirius Hunters, the warriors’ spears were much inferior. Most of them attacked wildly, their hits blocked by the warriors’ shields, like frenzied Coyotes.

The middle-aged warrior in the center of Prepetcha was the most experienced, occupying the central position. His expression was stable as he wielded his shield, deflecting a Short Spear from a Sirius warrior. Then, he gracefully stabbed with his Copper Spear, precisely piercing his opponent’s exposed chest and quickly withdrawing, causing a fountain of blood to spray out!

The Sirius warrior howled miserably, clutching his chest futilely before falling back. Against such unarmored opponents, spearing too forcefully would embed the spear too deeply and get stuck in the ribs, making it hard to pull out. As long as the spear lightly pierced the internal organs, the ensuing pain and internal bleeding would immediately incapacitate the opponent, ruthlessly claiming their lives!

"Puff! Puff!"

The sound of Copper Spears piercing flesh echoed continuously, and with two more deadly stabs, two more Sirius warriors fell. The disorganized tribal warriors grew increasingly chaotic. Though they had a fierce courage, they couldn’t muster any strength. The four Prepetcha Warriors formed a tight formation, and despite the opposing numbers being twice their own, they couldn’t be shaken.

With both captains dead, the battle was intense yet somewhat chaotic. After another tribal warrior fell, a tattooed Sirius warrior finally realized. He quickly retreated several steps and shouted loudly.

"Enemies, like turtles, hard! Use Javelins, use Poison arrows! Kill the tough ones in the middle!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Soon, three Bone Javelins came flying, heavily striking the middle-aged warrior’s shield and pushing it aside. Then, three dark red Bone Arrows swiftly followed, hitting his shoulder, chest, and arm separately. The shoulder and chest had thicker armor, unpenetrated by the Soft Bow. Only the arm, where the armor was thinner, was grazed by the Bone Arrow.

"Arg?!"

At first, the middle-aged warrior didn’t notice and continued fighting carelessly. But soon, he felt a sharp, burning pain in his arm, like a fire igniting from his arm to his brain. Within moments, his vision darkened, and he collapsed to the ground diagonally.

"Itácö! Kill!"

Seeing their enemy fall, the remaining Sirius warriors summoned their last bravery and charged forward wildly.

"Praise the Chief Divine!"

The Prepetcha Warriors’ formation scattered as they engaged in close combat with the tribal warriors. The remaining three warriors, filled with ferocity, turned and charged, relying on their Leather Armor to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the tribal warriors.

"For the Chief Divine! Kill!"

The fierce fighting continued for several breaths. One warrior was hit by several spears, puncturing his Leather Armor deeply into his abdomen, while three Sirius warriors were killed in close combat! The dozen tribal warriors were reduced by half, and the survivors could no longer hold on, turning to flee towards the East. They needed to quickly bring back the news of their ancestral land being invaded to the tribe!

The tattooed Sirius warrior was also injured, stumbling as he fled. After running a dozen steps, a sharp Copper Arrow whizzed through the air, piercing his back and bringing him down. Then, the only mobile Prepetcha archer walked forward. With a pursed mouth, he bent down and drew the Short Dagger from his waist, plunging it fiercely into the exposed neck of his enemy!

"Ssshhh!"

The young archer’s eyes turned blood-red. He scanned the battle-scarred valley with his red-tainted eyes, seeing only blood everywhere.

In just a brief skirmish, the Sirius left behind eight corpses. The five-man patrol team also lost two men, one severely injured, and the remaining two were heavily wounded, with only him able to move.

The bright sun fell on the somber earth, with vivid blood slowly spreading, like swaying red flowers. This was the first encounter between the Kingdom of the Lake and the Sirius in the blossoming March, on the barren, arid Great Island, where the blood flowers of life bloomed.

The young archer stood dazed for a moment, then raised his conch again and blew it high.

"Beep! Beep beep! Beep beep beep!... Beep! Beep beep! Beep beep beep!..."

The conch sound shifted from urgent to long, signaling: "Alert lifted, enemies... scattered!"