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, and a gentle sea breeze blew across. Between the beach and the tidal flats, palm leaves swayed with the wind. Birds soared between the sea and the sky, and trout gathered and scattered by the sea. In tropical coastlines, January presents such a warm and comfortable scene.


Three thousand Canine Warriors rested for a day in Neshpa and then continued their march eastward. As the warriors progressed along the coast, they raised clouds of dust. News of the northern invasion spread gradually, and many villages up ahead had been abandoned, leaving only their modest buildings behind. Villages that dared to resist had been conquered, each turned into a torch by the seaside.


Half a month had passed without a major battle, and Black Wolf's mood had relaxed. With no pursuers from behind and no enemies ahead, plus the supply of food and fodder for several days via canoe, the dangerous enemy rear sweeps had become easy armed marches.


Chapter 398: Village Banquet