Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Chapter 637 - 331: Vanguard Attacks the Camp III_2

"Is this... a sharp spear from the south?"

"Haha, these are Tarasco copper spears!"

Ozoma smiled, waved his hand, and motioned for Masate to keep looking down.

The guard captain roared, and the Chieftain guard thrust their copper spears simultaneously, aiming for the vanguard, Quino! Sharp copper tips crisscrossed from all directions, absolutely unavoidable.

Quino immediately felt a pain in his flank, but with his copper armor protection, he was not pierced. He roared in fury, swinging his war club with all his might, barely managing to fend off a few attacks.

Zucata’s expression was wooden, but he agilely thrust with his copper spear, hitting Quino’s calf. The valiant Samurai felt a sharp pain and his knees buckled, unable to support him any longer and he fell to the ground. Afterward, Zucata swung his spear and struck Quino on the back of the head with a thump, and the valiant Samurai blacked out, unconscious.

"Spare him, continue killing!"

The spear formation of the guards passed over the fallen Quino, and continued their alternating thrusts, stabbing down the surrounding warriors! In less than a quarter of an hour, the fighting in the depths of the forest came to a stop, with over two hundred Guamare warriors lying dead in an area, entangled with the bodies of over a hundred Canine Descendants.

"Awooo! Woo!"

As the last enemy fell in the forest, hundreds of Canine Warriors howled and danced, emitting cries like a pack of wolves. Then, like carrion birds, they pounced onto the bodies of the warriors,

"Damn! Cunning monkey, that’s impossible!"

Masate cursed aloud. He looked back at his followers, and the thought of the hundreds of casualties pained his heart.

"Ozoma, this is what I got in exchange for the lives of five hundred warriors, and my personal efforts to lure the enemy! Even if the Chichika leader were to demand it in person, I wouldn’t give it up!"

As he spoke, the Red Deer Chieftain swung his war club, bringing a whoosh of wind. Ozoma promptly took another two steps back, cursing under his breath.

"Stingy deer, I knew I shouldn’t have come to your rescue! What is a piece of bronze Cloth Armor worth? Did you know, the powerful Kingdom to the south has thousands of these armors!"

"Ah? Thousands of thick hides?"

The Red Deer Chieftain looked shocked and incredulous.

"Ozoma, are you bluffing me?"

"Bluffing you? I’m actually understating it. You have no idea about the strength of the southern Kingdom!"

Ozoma shook his head.

"Do you know about the Cactus Tribe’s campaign to the west? The Divine Eagle Tribe and the Cactus Tribe both invoked their divine spirits, mobilizing a hundred thousand warriors! They fought over a vast terrain extending five hundred li north to south, from the Lerma River to the farther south Tarsas River, both rivers turned to red with blood!"