Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 876 - 494: Death in Water Valley City

Chapter 876: Chapter 494: Death in Water Valley City

The lingering fire was burning in Water Valley City, rising wisps of black smoke. At the center of the city, atop the Temple Pyramid, there were still fresh bloodstains. This was the aftermath of the final resistance of the Tlaxcala warriors. Around the pyramid, in the residences of the hereditary nobility, signs of axe chops and club strikes were everywhere, alongside fallen male corpses.

On the main road running through the city, it was divided into two sections with different colors. One section was charred black after the fierce fire, and the other was dark red with coagulated blood. Between the two sections were broken long spears, bent feathered arrows, shattered leather armor, and uncleared remnants of limbs.

Everywhere was deathly silent, occasionally mingled with distant hollers. After an uncertain period, a small squad of over ten warriors appeared from the north side of the main road, slowly heading south. Leading them was a Mexica Warrior Captain, followed by three to four Prepetcha warriors, and behind them were six to seven lightly armed Canine Warriors.

In the center of the team, there was a thin old man wearing a feather crown and a luxurious robe. He was surrounded and seemingly held captive by a dozen warriors. He observed the scenes of the aftermath as he passed, his gaze gliding over familiar buildings that no longer looked as they did in his memory. He recalled the past prosperity of Water Valley City, and a sense of unease and fear crept into his heart, dissipating only into a voiceless sigh at his lips.

"Barbaric Mexica brutes!"

"Honorable Wezil Elder Priest, we shall go this way!"

The Mexica Warrior Captain respectfully turned aside, pointing in another direction.

"When the city was breached, there was a brutal fight ahead, with hundreds of Tlaxcala warriors dying. There hasn’t been rain these days, leaving the ground covered in a sticky layer of blood that sticks to your feet while walking."

"Hmm. Praise the War God! Thank you for your effort."

Wezil smiled kindly, nodding his head. He didn’t want to dirty his cotton boots either.

A gentle breeze blew through, carrying a thick scent of blood, mixed with a hint of rot. In the sweltering spring, corpses tend to decompose quickly.

The honorable Holy City Elder Priest momentarily halted, squinting his eyes as he looked at the thick bloodstains ahead. He remained silent, only pursing his lips and carefully following the Warrior Captain’s footsteps along another small path.

The winding path meandered through low sheds and thatched huts, leading to the southern city gate. This was the commoners’ district, usually crowded with a vast number of lower-class residents. But at this moment, as Wezil looked around, he saw that most of the huts were empty, devoid of any human presence, with only scattered bloodstains.

Wezil felt a chill in his heart, lowering his gaze. He continued walking silently, while the Canine Warriors on either side appeared curious, sizing up this thin yet esteemed "tribal priest" from time to time.

"Huh? It seems like he can’t fight at all... How could someone like this, didn’t look like he could even fend off a wolf, become the priest of the Great Tribe?"

"Hush! Maybe he knows some powerful spells, summoning thunderbolts or fire... Hmm. I can even smell herbs from him."

"Herbs? Could he be a witch doctor?"

"Doesn’t seem like it. When he smelled the blood, he seemed uncomfortable."

"What? A tribal priest who can’t stand the sight of blood?..."

Wezil slightly bowed his head, suppressing the displeasure in his heart. Facing a sacred Holy City Elder Priest, the gazes of the Canine barbarians held no reverence. They even pointed and whispered, almost spitting onto his priestly robe.

"Ignorant barbarians, irreverent Canine descendants!..."

Wezil cursed silently in his heart. However, after the anger subsided, an inexplicable fear surged, causing him to shiver slightly.

"In the army of the God of Death, there could be so many barbaric northern Canine descendants?... "

"Alright! Honorable Elder Priest Wezil, we will exit the city from here!"

The Mexica Warrior Captain smiled, pointing to the southern city wall not far off, then to the wide-open southern gate, proudly saying.

"It was right here! The heavy-armored warriors swung their axes, breaking through the wall and conquering the southern part of Water Valley City! The battle was exceedingly fierce, with more than a dozen hereditary nobles of the Tlaxcala falling in this very place!"

Upon hearing this, Wezil was slightly stunned, looking towards the city wall in the distance.

From bottom to top, the entire green stone city wall was almost blackened by flames. Among the charred blackness were the dark red marks of dried blood. Near the South City, most of the wooden structures had been burnt to ashes, leaving only broken remnants that testified to the bloodiness and brutality of the battle. Looking closely, even the solid stone walls had pockmarks, likely the result of strikes from those copper cannons.

"The seemingly sturdy Water Valley City... could be defeated so easily..."

After several breaths, Wezil regained his composure, forcing a smile as he replied.

"Blessings from the War God! It indeed was a... glorious battle."

"Haha! The supreme Chief Divine always blesses us, the Mexica Alliance, promising us the world!"

Hearing the Holy City Elder’s praise, the Warrior Captain’s face beamed with pride, laughing heartily. Then, he clasped the sun amulet around his neck, praying devoutly.

"Worship our god Huitzilopochtli! He is the supreme and omnipotent! He grants us sunlight and rain, abundance and food!..."

"..."

Wezil bit his lip, lowered his head, and concealed his changing expressions. A strong sense of anger filled his heart, mixed with increasing unease.

"Such prayers! ... How can the gods of Nava stand?!?..."

"Elder, look!"

After praying, the Warrior Captain’s expression became friendly, and his look towards Wezil seemed more like kinship. He brought the group to the dark red southern city wall, smiling as he pointed to the gate, addressing the esteemed Holy City Elder.

"To display the glory of the vanguard warriors, to spread the radiance of the Chief Divine, the valiant Commander-in-Chief Black Wolf personally ordered the severed heads of the Tlaxcala nobility to be hung on the city gate!"

"Ah!"

Wezil looked up, and with just one glance, he could no longer suppress the shock and fear in his heart! Trembling, he let out a low cry.

"These! These!... These Divine Descendants, they’ve been..."

"Indeed! They were the Divine Descendants among the Tlaxcala people. I even personally executed one! Before he died, he could hardly utter a word, let alone leave behind any moving poetry."

Recalling the Divine Descendant he killed a few days earlier, the Warrior Captain shook his head disdainfully. Then, with a look of admiration, he pointed to the old head hung at the forefront. The head had its eyes wide open, mouth agape, displaying a set of sparkling white teeth, as if still roaring in rage.

"Look! The one at the front is Actotl, the Water Serpent Clan Leader! He was truly a brave soul who dared to face death, piercing his own heart to release the bound spirit within, the Teyolia! Such a warrior, even as an enemy, surely ascends to the Divine Kingdom of the Chief Divine! ... Moreover, before dying, he left behind a poem of bravery!"

"Actotl, his... poem before death?"

For some reason, Wezil’s voice turned hoarse, and his words became stuttered. He stared blankly at the heads of his old acquaintances, memories of their past conversations flooding in, bringing with them an intense, deathly threat that he hadn’t felt in a long time!

"Yes! Let me think, what it was..."

The Warrior Captain scratched his head, looking at the pale-faced Holy City Elder. After a while, he smiled brightly, showing his sharp yellow teeth.

"...The Water Serpent will swim in the Heavenly River, the Black Serpent will sink in the Abyss! The distant ancestors will take my soul, but the gods close by cannot save you!!..."

"Ah!"

Wezil let out a low cry, unable to stand firmly any longer. Gazing up at the deaths above the city gate, he staggered and fell into the blood. Then, reaching out to steady himself by pressing on the ground, all he got was a handful of fresh red blood!