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!

"Mavik, have you ever been to Fire River City?"


"Ah! Boss, I haven't been to Fire River City."


Mavik guessed the Legion Commander's thoughts and was startled. He quickly cautioned him.


"Boss, the area around Fire River City is extremely fertile, with at least eighty or ninety thousand western Tecos Tribes gathered. Under the Great Chief of Colima, at any time, he can pull together ten to twenty thousand fighting men, thousands of elite fighters. Moreover, they have the terrain advantage on their side..."


Black Wolf pursed his lips and remained silent. He gazed at the northwestern mountain path, a place His Highness had always yearned for, and also a massive barbarian nest. This time, as the Royal Army headed south, the two hundred thousand western Tecos Tribes had always been on alert, yet they hadn't come down from the mountains. If they attacked now, they might run headlong into twenty or thirty thousand tribal soldiers...


Chapter 397: The Advancing Black Wolf_2