Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 895 - 513: Obedience and Life or Death

Chapter 895: Chapter 513: Obedience and Life or Death

Outside the tent, the samurai sang joyously, and the bamboo flute played. Inside, the war dance had just paused, and the fragrance of alcohol filled the air. The King smiled and inquired, causing all the generals to straighten up, instantly falling silent.

"Sing and dance..."

The four Legion Commanders of the City-States looked at each other, their expressions somewhat awkward. Each governed a region, being the most honorable nobility in their City-State, wielding real power at the local level, and their word was law. One could say they were the true masters of their respective States and were always the ones watching others perform, rarely performing for others themselves.

The Commanders became quiet, feeling a bit discontent. According to the oldest traditions of the Alliance, the Mexica King was the Great Tlatoani, and they were the lesser Tlatoanis, representing the different rankings of leaders within the Tribal Alliance, unlike the Celestial Empire’s strict sovereign and minister relationship.

Especially the aged Clan Leader of the "Acid Wood," from the noble family in Tepanecapan, Xochitl. He was in his fifties or sixties, had controlled his City-State for twenty years, and resided in the distant Tzompantli City. The last time he danced for a Venerable was eleven years ago, at an elder’s eightieth birthday. But that elder was the immortal Sun, a great figure who shaped the Alliance, a heroic spirit in the living world!

"Hmm... The King of the Capital City, and the leaders of the States..."

Chief Priest Petl squinted his eyes, pondering silently like an old fox. Observing the situation within the tent, he gained a deeper understanding of the power distribution within the Mexica.

"Good! Honored King, I am the youngest, and daringly, I shall first sing and dance for you!"

After a moment of silence, Izel stood up first. Smiling broadly, he bowed to the King, then glanced at the other three Commanders before stepping to the center of the grand tent. Then, holding a blunt wooden stick in one hand and a shield in the other, he began the sacrificial dance of the Mountain Family.

"Ah! Majestic and towering mountains,

you are the throne of the War God!

You shine radiantly, with a glacier gleaming forehead,

you are steady and heavy, with stone-like standing stature,

you are indestructible, with granite-like thighs,

you are blessed by the Divine, with a golden heart!

...you are the glory of the Mountain Family,

entrusted with the ancient and brave spirit.

And now, you slightly bow your head,

in homage to the ruling King,

that is the divinely blessed Mexica King!

..."

Hearing this, the remaining three Legion Commanders lowered their eyes, cursing inwardly. Izel had actually dedicated the sacrificial song and dance of the Mountain Family to the King! This not only represented complete submission, but also placed them all in a difficult position.

"Good! Very good!"

Aweit stood tall, praising with satisfaction.

"Izel of the Mountain Family is a truly honorable warrior! He captured the Lord of Feathered Serpent City alive, earning the first merit in this battle! Come, let us raise a toast to celebrate the warrior!"

"...to the King, to the warrior!"

Everyone raised their cups, drinking the complex-tasting liquor. Izel smiled, returning the salute to the crowd, then glanced at the three other Legion Commanders before retaking his seat.

"...Honored King, you led us to conquer the City-States of our ancient enemies! Allow me to dance for you!"

After a while, the Reed Clan Chief, Xintle, stood up second. He hailed from the Northeast Atotonilco State, and his family had been engaged in lifelong battles with the nearby Telascallans, harboring deep hatred. Meanwhile, Aweit led the grand army eastward, crushing enemies along the way, avenging the City-State thoroughly.

"...I hear the song of the reeds,

on the hills of sunrise and sunset,

in the swamps where water and sky meet!

I drink the blood-red river,

quenching my thirst with the unquenchable.

Then, I shall walk onto the battlefield,

fighting for loyalty and the King,

dying for glory and the Chief Divine!

..."

Xintle finished his song softly, then danced a mournful sacrificial dance of the swaying reeds, before bowing his head in homage to the King. His expression was respectful and sincere.

"Good! The Luwei Family is the Divine Descendant of the Northeast Alliance, a loyal servant of the Royal Family! Come, Xintle, drink with me!"

Examining the expression of the counterpart carefully, Aweit nodded in satisfaction, drinking the fine wine deeply.

The eastern divine war saw the royal army passing through Atotonilco State, shaking the entire State. Together with capturing a northern stronghold of Tlaxcala, the local nobility within the City-States was thoroughly subdued by the Royal Family. Next up...

"...I hear the wild wind on the cliffs and in the woods!

I fight in the wilderness of the wind, till my chest is torn open!

You will see my beating heart, flowing with vibrant life...

it is ready to dedicate to the faith in the Chief Divine, to the invincible King!"

Clan Leader of the "Jin Shi", the honorable noble Pachjo, stood up, performed a family sacrificial dance, then bowed to the King, drank the rice wine, and quietly stepped back down.

"The invincible King..."

Aweit slightly raised his eyebrows, took a sip, and his thoughts stirred. The Clan Leader of "Jin Shi" performed a family sacrificial dance, praising the Chief Divine, which was still quite obedient. Of course, this obedience required the King to have glorious martial achievements... He shifted his gaze, softly resting on the aged Divine Descendant, Clan Leader of the "Acid Wood," Xochitl.

Given the situation, Xochitl could only rise slowly, bowing to the King. He removed his feather crown, revealing his graying hair, pursed his lips, and held the heavy wooden club in both hands. He did not carry a shield but instead began a fierce Macuahuitl Dance. This was not a sacrificial dance of the Acid Wood Family but a warrior’s battle dance.

"...Swinging the war club, with the glory of Obsidian!

The brave samurai will battle for honor.

Like an eagle, like a tiger. Like jade, like stone.

Fight! Fight! Fight to the ends of the sky!

Until the Obsidian is worn down, until the war club breaks,

until with endless blood,

I repay the Divine who granted me life!

..."

Upon finishing the song, Xochitl bowed slightly and drank a cup of tequila, showing a certain degree of obedience.

"Hmm. Not bad! Though the Acid Wood Clan Leader is aged, his skill remains agile, worthy of being a distinguished samurai of the West!"

Aweit unemotionally smiled and praised, drinking a cup with Xochitl. Simultaneously, he silently put a period on the sentence of Xochitl’s fate in his mind...

"Hmm, it’s time, during this eastward divine war, to replace the Clan Leader of the Acid Wood Family."

After the four Legion Commanders completed their dances, the tent atmosphere became merry and lively again. The generals toasted each other, sang enthusiastically, filled with the samurai’s masculinity and confidence. In this eastward campaign, the enemy Telascallans were beaten powerless, only able to cower defensively within their cities, truly exhilarating. The great Mexica Alliance would undoubtedly triumph, conquering the East in one sweep!

The night descended and dispersed, unknowingly it was already dawn. The generals drank merrily till dawn, long since deeply drunk. At the banquet’s conclusion, Aweit raised the Divine Staff high, observing the drunken generals around him, and laughed aloud.

"Praise the Chief Divine! Praise the Ancestors! The victory in the eastward campaign is a decree from the gods! Roar!"

"Roar, all praise the King! Roar, eastward conquest certain victory! Roar roar!"

The generals responded loudly, howling fervently like wild beasts. The banquet thus concluded, and the revelry quickly dispersed. However, the flames of the eastward campaign would not cease, continuing to blaze throughout the valley until the destruction of the ancestral land of the Telascallans, the remaining three Snake Cities!

Soon, the grand tent fell silent. The dawn’s light seeped through the tent, bringing faint brightness, like a glimpse of distant life force. Cholula Priest Leader Petl sat by the fire, watching the glimmers at the top of the tent, contemplating repeatedly in his mind.

Aweit sat up straight, drank a cup of honey water handed over by Gillim, his drunkenness cleared from his eyes. Then, he looked at the Chief Priest waiting respectfully across the fire, and casually asked.

"Petl, when will the Holy City of Cholula open its gates and surrender?"