Swinging the sword to cut through the clouds and dreams

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America!

The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years!

But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America!

Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Toltec was indulging in thoughts about the future when a reconnaissance team emerged from the far end of the wilderness. Their war clothes were stained with blood, their faces smeared with dirt, and they looked utterly worn out from running for two days straight, bringing back an important message!


"What! A reconnaissance team has gone missing. Afterward, you discovered traces of a large enemy movement, but are unsure of the specific direction? You also suffered an attack by an enemy squad!"


The Scout Captain nodded repeatedly. Toltec then questioned him extensively before finally letting him rest.


The Mexica's Black Wolf pondered deeply. Although the scouts had not seen the enemy's flags and were unclear about the number of the enemy, his intuition told him that anyone who could deal with the scouts so neatly, march swiftly, and leave behind so few traces must be a formidable opponent. At this moment, only one army in Tarasco matched this description: the King's Legion!


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