Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 937 - 544: Death Under the Dawn_3

Chapter 937: Chapter 544: Death Under the Dawn_3

"Go! Take forty men and encircle from both sides! Don’t let that Tlaxcalan Great General escape!"

"At your command, Family Head!"

The trusted aides bowed their heads in unison, respectfully saluting. Soon, the wall of trusted aides surrounding Xochitl thinned out. Two squads of samurai swiftly moved to surround the rear of the Tree Snake samurai.

"Telavito! It’s almost time, we should retreat!"

The noble warrior Itz, covered in blood, rushed to the brave Cloud Serpent Hunter, urgently whispering. He was the personal aide to Okote, the City Lord of Tree Snake City, and the Deputy Leader of this night’s raid.

"Hah, hah!"

Telavito, his eyes red, ignored him. He fiercely struck, seemingly about to completely shatter Texiwhit’s Great Shield.

"Telavito, it’s impenetrable!"

Itz swung his war club, covering Telavito’s flanks. While blocking the attacks of the Tzompantli’s trusted aides, he advised in a deep voice.

"Dawn is approaching! The Mexica will soon recover. Tonight’s achievements are enough; we must take more Tree Snake samurai back!...The City Lord is still on the city wall, waiting for us!"

Hearing this, Telavito finally calmed down. He panted heavily, retreating several steps, glaring fiercely at Texiwhit, who silently blocked with his shield, unable to resist cursing in anger.

"Damn it! You cowardly turtle! Only hiding behind a shield, utterly lacking in the glory of a warrior’s death!"

"Huh? I’m not a turtle; I’m Turquoise Texiwhit."

Texiwhit lowered his shield, grinning steadily, like a mountain rock capable of smiling.

"You call yourself Bow Telavito? Turns out you’re a despicable archer. The honorable Family Head ordered me to block you with a shield, and so I use a shield. But if it’s a true duel without the shield, you may not be my match!"

"You!... "

Telavito glared angrily, ready to fight again.

"Quick, go! Dawn is near!"

Itz urged repeatedly, his expression full of anxiety. The brave Cloud Serpent Hunter bit his blood-stained lips, finally turning to retreat. In the Mexica camp, thousands of City-State Warriors had already gradually recovered, no longer on the verge of collapse. As dawn approached, further delays would truly mean no retreat.

Before leaving, the Cloud Serpent Hunter reluctantly looked back. He gazed at the high-flying Tzompantli banner, watching the immovable elder Divine Descendant, trying hard to remember the opponent’s appearance.

"Damn it! I swear to the Cloud Serpent, I will take your life!"

Telavito fiercely vowed silently, making a high-pitched oath in his heart. Texiwhit, with a faint, mock smile, moved his mountain-like steps, determined not to let the Cloud Serpent Hunter escape. On the other side, Xochitl coldly watched, a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, as if solidifying his murderous intent.

"Whosh!!"

At that moment, a bone arrow from the Tlaxcalans suddenly shot forth like a pre-dawn meteor, rising swiftly and accurately from some unknown location!

"Pff!..."

"Ah! Huh huh... "

In a flash, the cold smile on Xochitl’s face vanished as his eyes widened suddenly. His pupils dilated rapidly, his body going limp, resembling an owl seeing the morning sun. He strained with all his might, barely able to move his eyes downward, only to see the half of a bone arrowhead piercing through his fragile throat...

"Huh huh!... "

A look of disbelief and despair appeared on Xochitl’s face. He couldn’t believe it, unwilling to believe he was about to die here!

The elder honorable nobility gasped painfully twice, didn’t leave any last words, and then fell sideways under the great banner. Warm scarlet flowed from his neck, dyeing his grayish-white hair and sending his thoughts into icy, eternal slumber.

The first ray of morning light shot from the eastern horizon, falling into his still-open eyes, as if linking with the Tonali in his brain, taking away the Teyolia in his heart. It served as a staircase to the Divine Kingdom, guiding the unwilling soul away from an era past at the juncture where light and darkness intertwined~