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!

"Damn Chichika, is he using witchcraft on me? Why would I feel grateful to him..."


Chichika gave a faint smile, nodding, then turned to look at the Red Deer Chieftain.


"And you, Masate, the Red Deer Tribe fought hard, suffering heavy casualties. You too, lead your people to the rear camp to rest for two days. After we repel the Cactus Tribe, and return to the Valley, I will replenish your losses!"


"Thank you, respected Great Chief! The Red Deer Tribe is willing to fight for you!"


Masate was quite grateful, and also paid his respects.


Chichika nodded with a smile, and even tugged at Masate's hair. Between punishment and reward, he distinguished the majesty of a Great Chief. The tribe leaders inside the tent looked on in awe, all bowing their heads in submission.


Chapter 334: October Meteor, Tribes Discuss Again_3