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 sky was clear, the wind gentle, and the afternoon sun was scorchingly hot, drying the dust-covered wilderness. Armies in dark green, bearing the flag of the Black Wolf, hastened along the undulating mountains, rushing toward the mouth of the valley to the northwest, forty miles away. Columns of dust from their march rose to the sky, still visibly distinct even from tens of miles away. Scouts of the Guajili Canine Descendants saw all this from atop the mountains and relayed the urgent news into the valley, further stirring panic in Red Fox Valley.


Chapter Three Hundred and Sixteen: Field Mouse