Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 945 - 551: Battle of Tree Snake City, Desperate Duel

Chapter 945: Chapter 551: Battle of Tree Snake City, Desperate Duel

Chapter 551: The Battle of Tree Snake City, the Sacred Duel

"Rumble..."

Near dusk, the sky gradually darkened, and the rain poured incessantly. The endless rain curtain washed away the blood-red marks, making the roads slippery. The shouts of the samurai echoed from all sides, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry in the rain.

Cloud Serpent Hunter Telavito clenched his jaw and, along with a few personal guard warriors, protected his newlywed wife, fleeing headlong. Behind him, the sacred pyramid temple caught fire, only to be extinguished quickly by the rain, and finally the banner of the Mexica War God was planted.

Chichipate frequently looked back at the fallen temple, crying softly. She was only sixteen years old, always pampered by her father, until the urgent war forced her to be married to the brave Cloud Serpent Hunter.

At this moment, amidst fire and rain, the noble divine descendant maiden finally lost her father’s protection. She had no choice but to rely on her husband ahead, embarking on a frantic and anxious escape amidst countless terrifying enemies.

"This is the fate of divine descendants, coming from the heights of clouds, gathering into an endless lake, heading towards the bottomless abyss!..."

Mysteriously, the prayers chanted by the Cloud Serpent priests flashed through the maiden’s mind. It was the end of the Fourth Epoch, the Chapter of the Great Flood and apocalypse, and also the beginning of the Fifth Epoch.

"Tch-la! Crack!"

The pouring rain, Telavito continuously swung his war club, killing two Mexica warriors who suddenly emerged. Familiar with the terrain, he always took narrow alleys and rarely encountered obstructing enemies. At this moment, looking at the golden patterned war clothes on these warrior corpses, the Cloud Serpent Hunter’s expression instantly sharpened, and realization dawned in his heart.

"The Mexica’s Golden Legion... the West City is lost..."

"Vito... huff, huff..."

Two steps away, Chichipate gasped, struggling to speak up to remind.

"Behind... behind seems to have pursuers!"

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Telavito shivered completely. Ignoring the nearby west city wall, he immediately turned and guarded, looking out into the rain.

Soon, in the pouring rain, more than ten Mexica warriors in dark green war clothes gradually revealed themselves, closing in from the other end of the alley. And at the forefront, a burly figure approached steadily, vaguely familiar.

"Damn Mexica, like dead dogs chasing relentlessly!"

Telavito cursed softly, pulling Chichipate behind him, carefully shielding her.

This was the divine descendant wife he had painstakingly won; even if all his personal guards died in battle, he absolutely could not lose her. Because, as long as he and Chichipate bore offspring, his family could become the esteemed divine descendant nobility, forever flowing with Cloud Serpent bloodline, gaining the right to rule city-states and all people! Telascallans revered noble lineage, emphasizing bloodline, evident by this.

"Protect the princess!"

Upon hearing orders, the remaining four or five warriors gripped their war clubs tightly, stepping forward to block the narrow alley thoroughly.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Turquoise Texiwhit wielded a shield, lowered his war club, and quickly trod through accumulated rainwater. He squinted his eyes, watching Telavito standing opposite, his mouth slowly curling, showing a rock-hard cold smile.

"Ha! Got you!"

"It’s you! Damn turtle!"

Seeing the Great General opposite, the brave Cloud Serpent Hunter frowned deeply, feeling troublesome. Time was urgent, and he couldn’t ensure a quick victory over the opponent.

"Haha!"

Upon hearing the "turtle" nickname, Texiwhit snorted coldly, directly raised his shield, and charged forward. Behind him, more than ten Tzompantli warriors raised their war clubs, preparing to pounce simultaneously.

"Wait a moment!"

Telavito looked around, seeing the disparity in numbers, urgently shouted.

"Opposite turtle... green stone, I want to duel with you one-on-one!"

"Hmm?"

Texiwhit paused, raised his arm, and the prepared charging warriors halted accordingly. He curled his mouth, through dense raindrops, deeply looking across.

"Despicable archer! You say, want to duel with me?"

"Exactly, witnessed by the divine!"

Telavito’s eyes flickered, shouting loudly.

"A sacred duel is the warriors’ glory, using deadly combat to please the divine!... Green stone, do you dare?"

"Hmm... duel?"

Texiwhit pondered for a moment, looking at the challenging warrior in front, slowly nodded in agreement.

"Okay!"

Although, in these two years, new reforms were rapidly implemented within the alliance. But old traditions and customs still deeply rooted in people’s hearts, especially in the conservative alliance city-states.

At this moment, in the swaying wind and rain, amid nearby shouts, Turquoise Texiwhit straightened his spine, holding the shield at his chest. Following the traditional ritual, he raised his war club, slightly bowing in salute.

"War God Huitzilopochtli witnesses! I, a warrior from Tepanecapan, Turquoise Texiwhit, challenge the brave Telascallan Warrior!"

"God of the Hunt Mixcoatl blesses! I, a warrior from Ocotelulco, Cloud Serpent Hunter Telavito, challenge the steadfast Mexica warrior!"

Telavito stepped forward, bowing in salute as well. In the hurried escape, he hadn’t carried a heavy shield, only an obsidian club and a bronze short axe.

"Drip-drip-drip..."

Momentary silence, only raindrops fell. After the salutes, both raised their heads and looked at the opponent ten steps away. Their eyes were sharp like beasts, carrying the resolve to hunt the opponent and the courage not to fear death.

"Tap!"

Telavito took a deep breath and suddenly, like a leopard, stepping on the rainwater, pounced on the burly opponent. He ran quickly, adjusted his war club, switching to a two-handed holding position... Mexica warriors were pouring into the city, he didn’t have much time, must break the enemy in one strike!

"Tap, tap..."

Texiwhit sunk down, steady like a mountain range. Left hand holding the shield, right hand raised the club, maintaining the most traditional warrior posture.

"Splash!"

Telavito raised both hands high, taking advantage of the charging momentum, suddenly slashing diagonally, targeting the opponent’s right neck where the shield couldn’t reach.

"Bang!"

Texiwhit’s body seemed heavy, yet his turn was extremely swift. He slightly turned right, stepped back, raised the wooden shield diagonally with his left hand, just blocking the club. Then, his right hand suddenly reached out, and the sharp edge of his war club aimed at the enemy’s waist and abdomen.

"Tap!"

Telavito leaped to the left, barely dodging the opponent’s war club, only to be met with a horizontal slash. Then, came the violent "bang" sound of collision.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The continuous sound of impacts rang out from the sturdy wooden shield, like sudden rain beating on rock. Telavito, like an agile leopard, moved around the resilient brown bear, continually striking with his sharp claws.

The warriors from both sides watched their leaders’ fierce battle, holding their breath simultaneously. It appeared that Telavito was firmly in control, launching ferocious attacks, suppressing the Turquoise Great General.

"Huff, huff!"

Texiwhit maintained a steady breath, a smile tugging at his lips. However, the breathing of the Cloud Serpent Hunter became rapid. Anxiousness rose in his heart; such fierce attacks come at the cost of tremendous energy expenditure, and they cannot last long!

"Damn it, I must make one desperate attempt!"

After hesitating for a few moments, the Cloud Serpent Hunter gritted his teeth, making a firm decision. He suddenly stepped back, drawing the bronze axe from his waist, and swiftly threw it towards his opponent’s face.

"Hmm?!"

The bronze axe whistled through the air, Texiwhit’s expression changed dramatically. A seasoned veteran, his arm moved instinctively, raising the shield to block his sight.

"Thunk!"

A dull thud sounded on the shield. Texiwhit wobbled slightly, steadying his stance. He brushed past death, and anger surged from within, nearly igniting the enemy opposite him to ashes.

"Treacherous archer! You dare to ambush..."

"Kill!"

The Cloud Serpent Hunter, having thrown the short axe, switched back to gripping the club with both hands, advancing rapidly without pause. He seized the moment when Texiwhit raised his shield, striking fiercely at his opponent’s exposed lower section.

"Splash! ... Thud! ..."

Texiwhit retreated two steps quickly, splashing a large amount of water. He dodged this dangerous strike and had barely regained his balance when he let out a bear-like roar.

"Roar!"

The Turquoise Great General swung his arm fiercely, throwing his left-hand shield towards the pursuing Telavito. Then he too grasped the club with both hands, abandoning all defense, meeting his opponent with a savage swing. At this moment, he resembled a black bear waking from hibernation, violently displaying his strength.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Both warriors discarded their defenses, using their two-handed weapons in a brutal close-quarters struggle. In just a few fierce collisions, Telavito’s expression changed dramatically, and his grip suddenly loosened.

"Crack..."

The sound of a wooden handle breaking echoed in Telavite’s ears. The war club, damaged throughout the fight, finally couldn’t withstand the ongoing clash, snapping into two pieces!

"Slash!"

"Bang!"

In this decisive moment, Texiwhit slightly rotated his club, using the blunt side without an edge, to strike hard at Telavito’s chest, then another heavy thud!

"Ugh!"

Struck in the chest, the brave Cloud Serpent Hunter’s complexion changed drastically, letting out a stifled cry of pain. He staggered back two steps, unable to steady himself, finally falling to the ground.

"Ha! You lost!"

Texiwhit’s lips curled up, a hard smile emerging. He stepped forward, aiming the sharp blade of his war club at the Cloud Serpent Hunter’s neck, speaking calmly.

"I told you, if you truly set down your shield for a duel, you might not be my match!"

"I... lost."

The Cloud Serpent Hunter’s face turned pale, filled with despair. Clutching his still aching chest, he struggled to turn his head, looking at the tearful Chichipate.

"Pate... my wife... I..."

"Haha! Turns out, you are a romantic."

Texiwhit laughed, as if the rock had cracked open a smile. He lifted his head, through the continuous rain, glancing at the fair-skinned, delicately dressed noble lady... clearly, a noble descendant free from labor.

"It’s getting dark, and the rain is heavy. The Sun God will soon depart."

The Turquoise Great General tucked away his smile, tightening his grip on his killing weapon. His calm words carried steadfast hatred and a chilly intent to kill.

"Come, despicable ambusher, I shall send you on your way! Let me use the blood of Tree Snake City warriors and a noble lady, to mourn the soul of the Legion Commander going to the Divine Kingdom!... Esteemed family head, I will avenge you!"

"... avenge... the family head?"

Hearing these words, the Cloud Serpent Hunter’s face froze. He recalled the night of the sudden assault, with the Mexica Legion Commander shot dead abruptly. Chaotic images flashed before his eyes, like the tumultuous firelight of that night, and the odd arrow! In this instant, something clicked in his mind, as if grasping at the last straw before drowning.

"Praise the Chief Divine! I offer the life of a warrior to you! May you protect the Tlaxcala Clan Leader of the Divine Kingdom, allowing him to fulfill his great revenge, and enjoy peace forever!..."

Texiwhit offered a few words of sincere prayer, without delay. He raised the war club high, gazing at the Cloud Serpent Hunter’s neck.

"Wait, wait a moment!"

Seeing the war club about to fall, Telavite hastily shouted, a look of desperate hope on his face.

"Hmm?"

Turquoise Texiwhit frowned, shaking his head. The killing intent in his eyes grew stronger, speaking with cold clarity.

"If an archer from Tree Snake City cannot face death calmly, then they have lost the honor of a warrior."

"..."

Telavite pressed his lips tightly, glancing once more at the crying Chichipate, responding quickly.

"Honorable Stone Warrior! You mentioned earlier, that you intend to kill us to avenge the legion commander who valiantly fell that night?"

"Yes."

Texiwhit’s expression remained unchanged, nodding. He raised the war club again, ready to strike.

"No! No! Don’t rush! ... Witness the Cloud Serpent! He was not killed by us!"

The Cloud Serpent Hunter shouted urgently, his voice trembling and breaking. At this moment, he had no absolute certainty about what he was about to say. However, truth or not, this was the sole card in his hand to seek a slim chance of survival!

"Your family head, the legion commander who died that night, was not killed by the warriors of Tree Snake City!"