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!

The arrows whistled back and forth, and intense shouting reverberated through the valley. The sun was slightly slanted to the west, casting thick shadows over the mountain range, and a faint smell of blood wafted through the breeze.


Black Wolf Torc, carrying the battle flag, stood at the mouth of the valley several miles away. He watched the exchange of fire, his expression growing colder by the moment. The Canine Descendants in the valley were skilled in archery and held both the camp and the terrain. The advantage of the legion archers' longbows was negated, and they were slowly losing ground in the exchange of fire. After observing for a while, Black Wolf's brows arched, and he once again waved the command flag.


Chapter 303: The First Battle in the Valley (Part 2)