Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Chapter 451 - 225: The White Deer and the Homeward Journey_2

The clash in the outskirts of the forest was drawing to a close. Under the encirclement of superior forces and preci

"The Alliance places the highest value on military merit! On behalf of the hereditary nobility of Tenochtitlan, and as Clan Leader of the Coyote Clan, I salute the great His Highness! Please convey the Coyote Clan’s most esteemed greetings to His Highness. The line of the High Priest has always been our most sincere friend!"

In the Nava language, "Coyote" signifies a yellow coyote. Such a hereditary name symbolizes a clan that coexists with the Alliance, one that is rooted deeply in the Lake Capital City and never hastily reveals their stance. But now, they finally bowed to His Highness.

Bertade observed for a moment and a perfect smile gradually emerged on his face. He nodded deeply and gripped the other’s arm with a strong handshake.

"The nascent sun cannot be without the grandeur of the Lake Capital City. The Coyote Clan is rooted in the Capital City..."

"Naturally so..."

The two continued to walk, conversing in low tones, enjoying each other’s company. Laughter faintly carried far into the heart of the formation. Black Wolf looked up, confusedly gazing in the direction of the Head Warrior. Purely a warrior, who had only recently entered into the ranks of the commanders, he knew little of politics. After listening for a moment, the Black Wolf boredly scratched his head and looked at the "White Deer" they had captured, opening his mouth to a content smile.

As night fell, clouds drifted from afar, deepening the shadow over the land. Great fires lit up the plains, and raucous voices carried from a distance. Black Wolf looked toward the sound, noting the patrols growing denser, revealing a vast camp before everyone’s eyes.

Within the camp at that moment, tens of thousands of warriors sang with abandon amidst tumultuous noise! Occasionally, some would leap into celebratory war dances, shouting the names of gods and His Highness, their voices filled with the joy of a great victory. The warm night breeze blew, stirring the bonfires to dance, and maize cakes seasoned with chili roasted on the fire, filling the air with an enticing aroma.

As the army returned to camp, the warriors dispersed, and the leaders proceeded forward, soon arriving at the Commander-in-Chief’s grand tent. With Coyote looking on in surprise, Black Wolf, carrying the sacred "White Deer," was the first to lift the tent flap and stride in.

A fresh breeze blew through the entrance, stirring the bright bonfires, and instantly, the clamor in the tent paused, drawing all eyes to the entrance. His Highness sat majestically in the central seat, his demeanor ever more profound and imperiously calm. Behind His Highness stood a row of armor-clad trusted aides, with ferocious generals on either side. Beside the main seat, a middle-aged warrior with high cheekbones and a stern expression sat cross-legged.

Black Wolf Torc raised his head proudly, surveying the assembly of generals, then glanced with disdain at the downcast monkey Kuluka. He stepped forward, laid the unconscious Su’angua in the center of the large tent, and, ignoring the scrutinous or speculative glances of the generals, he cried out confidently.

"I, Black Wolf Torc, offer to the supreme His Highness the most sacred quarry—the King of Tarasco, Cazonci Su’angua!"

"Congratulations on His Highness’s great victory! I am Your Highness’s Black Wolf, and just as I have brought you the hunt’s White Deer from Tarasco, I will sweep clean the world for you!"