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 wilderness wind never ceased. It blew over the fertile valleys, past the riverside farms, carrying the scent of withered yellow and bringing news from the south. It swept over the unused sacrificial altar, gently caressed the ancient stone walls, and reached the outskirts of the ancient Pamus City, all the way to the newly established Red Crow encampment.


Although it was called the Red Crow encampment, aside from an inherited banner, there weren't many old members of the Red Crows. Three days ago, Alan had already led eight hundred able-bodied men and over a thousand women and children, bearing the harvested food, to migrate eastward along the Tampen River.


Chapter 350: A Long Day, Red Dusk