Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 873 - 491: Siege of Water Valley City, Black Serpent Flees

Chapter 873: Chapter 491: Siege of Water Valley City, Black Serpent Flees

"Water Valley City! It’s breached!!"

Red covered the city walls, blood flowing and spreading everywhere with the smell of death. Boiling shouts echoed under the South City wall, accompanied by the cheers and howls of the samurai. Soon, large groups of copper-armored archers flooded into the city, followed by thousands of canine warriors, taking complete control of the entire city wall.

"Kill! Kill these samurai! Leave none of the Tlaxcala nobility!"

"God of the Hunt bear witness! I shall die in this battle!"

Within the South City, fierce fighting continued. The heavily armored samurai were like unstoppable arrows, continuously pushing into the city! Meanwhile, the scattered Tlaxcala warriors, in groups of dozens, formed small formations and still resisted stubbornly. Most of them had noble bloodlines, inheriting the honor and hatred of their families, unwilling to surrender to the Mexica.

In fact, given the blood-deep hatred between the two sides, even if the warriors surrendered, they would hardly survive and would likely end up sacrificed.

"War... War God supreme! Lords of the War God, we surrender!"

The Mexica legion kept flooding in, and while the Tlaxcala warriors were still fighting desperately, the militia in the city began to surrender. Thousands of militia dropped their weapons, powerlessly kneeling on the ground. They were either praying, wailing, crying, or numb, all waiting for the judgment of fate.

After a month of siege, with fireballs, poisonous smoke, thunderbolts, and arrows continuously hitting, coupled with the terror of evil power, the morale of the city’s militia had dropped to the lowest point. Now with the South City breached and the fall of Water Valley City imminent, most of the militia in the city had lost the will to resist, merely bowing their heads to await death.

"Drive the surrendered militia to the corner of the city! Don’t block the legion’s advance route!"

The leading heavily armored warrior captain harshly ordered and then continued to kill into the city without stopping. Promoted to a noble position due to military merits, he had reached the pinnacle of military merit nobility. To go further, he had to capture enemy generals and nobility!

"Haha! I, Black Wolf Torc, have finally taken Water Valley City!"

Thick smoke rose once again from Water Valley City. Among the sounds of fighting in the wind were shouts of victory. Seeing the scene before him, Black Wolf laughed heartily, feeling proud and satisfied. Then, he waved his hand, instructing his trusted aide.

"Go! Tell His Highness in the rear this good news!"

"At once, sir! ... With this, you have taken the first merit of the Southern Expedition!"

"Haha! Go quickly, stop wasting time!"

Black Wolf cursed, but his voice was full of laughter. Then, his expression turned serious, and a murderous intent flashed on his face as he looked at the red-haired hunters beside him.

"The opportunity for reward has come! Red-haired hunters, come with me!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding red-haired hunters were all delighted, gripping their great bows tightly.

"Sir, where are we going? Are we going to scour the city? I heard the Tlaxcala nobility are filthy rich, filled with valuable jade artifacts..."

"Shut up!"

Black Wolf cursed angrily, then grabbed his longbow and strode down the hill. Starting to run, he shouted sternly.

"Chief Divine protect us! Let’s hurry into the city, hunt a few heads of the divine descendants before His Highness’s envoys arrive!..."

"... Family Head, the Mexica have breached the South City! Water Valley City cannot hold!"

Neca, gripping a war club, knelt before Black Serpent Teuctli, shouting urgently.

"I’ll protect you, hurry out of the city, and escape to the north!"

"Get out of my way! The ancestors’ graves are here, the divine descendants of the family are here!"

Black Serpent Teuctli, with eyes wide and bloodshot, roared in anger.

"God of the Hunt bear witness! This is my land! This is my city-state! How could I escape?!"

"Family Head, let’s go! If we lose the land, we can take it back; if the divine descendants are lost, they can be reborn!..."

Neca, covered in dirt and disheveled, turned to glance at the Mexica flooding into the South City, his face full of urgency.

"If we don’t go now, we really won’t be able to leave!"

"..."

Black Serpent Teuctli stood still for a moment. He looked at the already fallen South City, at the still fighting warriors, and at the continuously surrendering militia, finally letting out a howl like a wounded beast.

"Ah!! I am not resigned to this!..."

"Go! Take the Family Head, and go now!"

Seeing the Family Head’s reaction, the Black Serpent Head Warrior Neca immediately understood. He quickly signaled to the surrounding family bodyguards, and they surrounded the Family Head and ran towards the North City. While running, he tore off his bright war clothes. Several bodyguards also hurriedly discarded the Family Head’s conspicuous feather crown and tore off his luxurious war clothes.

Moving quickly and familiar with the routes, they encountered no obstacles from the defending army along the way. Moments later, the sounds of fighting in the South City temporarily faded. In front of them were only the black smoke billowing and the mob of fleeing militia.

Black Serpent Teuctli hung his head low, allowing the family warriors to change his clothes. Moments later, the noble lord of Water Valley City had turned into an ordinary Tlaxcala warrior. Only then did Black Serpent raise his head, staring vacantly at the apocalyptic chaos when the city fell.

"My land, my family, my city-state... and my honor..."

"Family Head! The remaining warriors in the South City won’t last long. We have two hundred warriors; we need to leave through the North Gate quickly!"

"But... how do we go? The Mexica’s canine squads have already penetrated to the northern part of Water Valley City, attacking and plundering everywhere. If they entangle us and the pursuers catch up from behind..."

"Family Head, we will take a boat! On the Tarsas River outside the city, the naval forces of the city-state are waiting to pick us up. We just need to follow the Great River north to escape the pursuit!"

"Ah? Take a boat!"

Hearing this, Black Serpent suddenly shook. Indeed, this was an escape route. Moving out of immediate danger, he gradually recovered from the shock of the city’s fall, his mind beginning to operate.

"Neca... then what about the Water Serpent Clan Leader in the West City?"

"We can’t worry about him! Family Head, Water Valley City has fallen, there must be divine descendants sacrificed to appease the anger of the God of the Hunt..."

Speaking thus, Neca squinted towards the direction of the West City and lowered his voice.

"With the divine descendants and warriors of the Water Serpent Family attracting the Mexica’s attention, you will be safer..."

"..."

Black Serpent stood still, lost in thought for a few breaths. Then, tears welled in his eyes as he looked into the sky and let out a long sigh in the presence of many family warriors.

"Oh, God of the Hunt! I failed the brave ancestors, I failed the fighting warriors, and I failed the honorable Actotl of the Water Serpent Family!"

Seeing the Family Head’s true feelings, hundreds of family warriors around him were all moved, their eyes moist. Neca was also moved by the Family Head, squeezing out two tears and urging loudly.

"Family Head! These are the trials of the God of the Hunt, the arrangements of the Mother of Destiny! You are the last hope of the Black Serpent Divine Descendants, you must preserve your useful body! We, all family warriors, will give our lives for you!"

"Good! As long as you are here, there is hope for the family!"

Black Serpent clenched his fists and nodded firmly. He scanned all the following warriors and concisely promised.

"The Black Serpent Divine Descendants will not become extinct... From today, you are all my people!"

Hearing such a promise, the warriors’ low morale was immediately lifted. Being people of the Black Serpent meant having the status of divine descendants, the entry point to the ruling class of the Tlaxcala Alliance.

Yes, unlike the Mexica Alliance, which promoted through capturing, the Tlaxcala people valued bloodlines and the origins of warriors. Commoners were regarded as moths, and ordinary warriors as just lizards. Only those with noble blood, the divine descendants, were esteemed as sacred "serpents"!

After Black Serpent’s tearful promise, he did not stop but continued to flee with the warriors. He swiftly advanced, and after escaping through the North Gate, he did not send an envoy to warn the Water Serpent Family.

"You stay here and gather the warriors at the North Gate! If you see the Mexica coming, don’t stay, lead people to flee north! We will leave people to support you on the riverbank to the north!"

Neca left a few warriors, gave some instructions, and hurried to chase the fleeing Black Serpent Family Head. With Water Valley City falling, the Black Serpent Family became rootless, and it was good to gather more warriors at this time.

The sound of water roared, and the sound of fighting gradually diminished. The Tarsas River quietly flowed south, passing through the burning Water Valley City, and then further south. There, mountains intertwined, the land of the Mistec people. And beyond the layers of mountains, the river turned west, flowing thousands of miles away, passing through the rising kingdom, eventually rushing into the sea!

"It’s terrible!"

Black Serpent stood by the Tarsas River, finding the city-state’s naval forces’ large canoe. He was about to board but suddenly stopped and looked south with regret.

"Family Head, what’s the matter?"

Neca, panting heavily, caught up. He carefully asked, also looking south towards Water Valley City.

"We fled too hastily just now, and didn’t leave anyone to burn the food in the warehouse! Now if we send death warriors back to the city warehouse to set a fire... I don’t know if it’s too late?"

"..."

Neca pursed his lips, thought for a moment, then said softly.

"Family Head, I heard that the Mexica prince... might be someone who can be reasoned with."

"Hmm?"

Black Serpent frowned, contemplating, and understood Neca’s meaning. He sighed, shaking his head.

"Things have come to this point, thinking too much is like autumn flowers, leaving no trace... Forget it, leaving this food might be like planting seeds of flowers..."

Both looked sorrowful and fell silent. Black Serpent boarded the large boat, looked towards the large city in the south, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. After experiencing such a blow, he seemed to become as tough as a roasted old vine.

"Neca, let’s go!"

"Family Head, are we heading to the Holy City of Cholula?"

"Holy City of Cholula?"

"Yes. It’s the nearest big city, only fifty Li away! In the Holy City, we can mobilize thousands of temple warriors and tens of thousands of devout militia!"

"..."

The family warriors paddled the large boat, heading north against the current, not daring to stop. Black Serpent fell into thought and did not speak for a long while. After a long time, he shook his head firmly.

"No, we will not go to the Holy City of Cholula! At this point, the elders of the Holy City cannot be relied upon. They still have a way out... With the Mexica’s army pressing down, the Holy City’s position will surely waver... Going there is a dead end!"

"Ah? The Holy City sent warriors and priests to join our fight against the Mexica. They also sent envoys to the various states, asking for troops... Having done so much, do they still have a way out?"

Neca was puzzled. He struggled to row while looking at the calm Family Head.

"Hmph! They will foolishly think they still have a way out! Those arrogant elders of the Holy City, worshipped for too long by the moth people, always think of themselves as more than mortals, even surpassing divine descendants! So, they will also believe that the Mexica, who believe in the gods of Nava, would not dare to touch the Holy City no matter what."

"Ah... Arrogant elders of the Holy City!..."

Neca nodded, thought for a while, and asked.

"Then, where will we go?"

"Where?"

Black Serpent looked at the evening sun on the horizon, sighed deeply.

"We will go directly to the ancestral land of the Tlaxcala people, the Mountain City that never falls, the most fortified of the four cities, the capital of the Cloud Serpent, Tepeticpatl, City of Tlaxcala!"

"What? Going to the Cloud Serpent’s capital? Family Head, the divine descendants of the Cloud Serpent are not easy to get along with..."

"We are going to the capital of the Cloud Serpent!"

Black Serpent’s expression was serious, making a firm decision. Then, looking at the setting sun and the growing night, he spoke in a low, chilling voice, like the cold wind of the deep night, making one shudder, or the low croak of a raven, carrying ominous signs.

"... As for other places, I’m afraid they can’t be defended~..."