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!

Xiulote raised an eyebrow. He looked at the Chief God's Amulet that he would personally place on the other party, and after a while, he nodded in approval.


"Since this is the case, I have a mission to entrust to a loyal Red Frog warrior!"


Keka and Miwa exchanged glances, both sensing an ominous premonition.


"The Canine Descendants' camp stretches for miles, and the flags of various tribes are quite mixed. The Red Frog warriors share the same origin, dress, language, and customs with those tribes, making them unrecognizable at night and easiest to infiltrate the camp."


As the King spoke, he organized his thoughts. Then, after a slight pause, he issued an undeniable command.


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