Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Chapter 125 - 82: The Divine Tree and the Golden Eagle_3

"I cradled my heavy heart, solemn and dignified. Grief piled like a mountain within me, shrouded in darkness. I waited for a breeze to rekindle the ashes of the dead. Ah, that would be my carefree love!"

Not far away, Xiulote smiled gently. It seemed the burden was still not heavy enough.

The legion halted briefly and then continued on its journey. Three days later, when Xiulote saw Xilotepec City again, the rebellious Otomi City-State had already been completely besieged. The City-State was blockaded on all sides by camps, and supplies of water, food, salt, and timber were utterly cut off. Tens of thousands of Mexica Samurai patrolled between the camps, preventing even a wild rabbit from crossing the tight defences.

Xiulote was somewhat surprised to see over forty thousand Mexica Samurai had gathered here. It had been more than twenty days back and forth; had Aweit not moved south yet?

After a moment’s thought, the youth handed the legion over to Bertade for arranging. Then, under the guard of the escort, he hurriedly came to the riverside camp carrying the wooden box from the Eagle’s Nest. He saw the huge fleet gathered at the river and the grain transport ships coming and going; had the food supply been restored once again?

With a belly full of questions, Xiulote headed straight to the royal tent in the center of the camp. The camp was solemn, but there was an indescribable strange atmosphere. On his way, the Samurai seemed to have good morale, but the Great Nobility he occasionally met had flickering eyes, and so did the City-State leaders with similarly wandering gazes.

This atmosphere was nothing like the united front at the banquet after Tizoc’s death, but rather like the tense calm before a storm.

Upon reaching the royal tent, Xiulote threw open the flap, only to find it completely empty. The fire had long since gone cold, perhaps it hadn’t been lit at all that day. Then he continued to

The two paused in silence. Meanwhile, the small Ahuehuete in the wooden box behind the youth was just stirred awake by the exclamations. It poked its head out, looking at the two, emitting a series of soft chirps. Its feathers were not yet full, but its heart soared with the desire to fly.