Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Chapter 573 - 279: The New Sacrifice, Wolf, Deer, and Fish!

The twilight bled like blood, engulfing the heavens and earth, reminiscent of a river of life converging or flames devouring the sky. The New Year’s festival danced within this river and flames, as jubilant cheers filled the entire capital.

"Go, little Aviloztli! Take my message to him!"

Crisp voices called tenderly, and a young golden eagle suddenly soared up! In just moments, it reached an altitude over a thousand meters. It soared into the sky with full wings, bringing the rustle of wind, like a king of the skies, startling the birds over Lake Texcoco.

Little golden eagle Aviloztli was now three years old. Once a small chick that could be cradled in the palm, it was now a massive creature with a body length over half a meter and a wingspan beyond one and a half meters. Its nimble neck was yellow-brown, and its broad wings dark brown, though it still retained the juvenile white down at the tips of its wings and tail. And at this very moment, tied to its slender eagle legs was a small scroll of cotton cloth bearing a letter.

"Yo, yo!"

Aviloztli circled in the sky thousands of meters high, swaying its head proudly, issuing a juvenile joyful cry. Then, widening its pupils, it looked down at the white-robed girl gazing upward, calling out "yo yo" proudly once again.

After a while, it seemed to finally understand the young girl’s expectations and flew a nostalgic circle before flapping its wings, heading straight for the mountains in the west. The golden eagle’s flying speed could maintain at least 200 li per hour; from the lake capital to Qinchongcan Capital, it took less than four hours. Fearless of threats along the way and capable of long-distance navigation, it was the era’s best messenger!

Of course, all this depended on whether it truly understood its master’s command.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Aviloztli reached the mountainous areas in the western part of the Alliance. Looking down from the sky, the layered mountains undulated on the ground, smoke rose from settlements between the mountains, and stone fortresses looked especially tiny. From here going west, crossing the rugged forest, one would reach Xiulote’s fief, the boundary of the Kingdom of the Lake.

The little golden eagle did not venture further west; the prey here was already abundant. It soared freely in the sky, first spotting a running wild wolf, it reduced its altitude and followed effortlessly, filled with a desire to pounce. The wild wolf sensed the lurking danger, stopped in its tracks and looked up. Shortly after, it howled several times, and several of its kind gathered, together vigilantly staring at the threatening spot in the sky.

Aviloztli circled cautiously for a long time, but eventually gave up the risky pounce. It continued

"For the Alliance, the Tlaxcalans are like the united Coyotes. They are closely connected with the surrounding factions, moving as one. For the Fief, the Chapala Lake Region is like a robust deer. They are delicious prey, only requiring time to hunt, time to digest. And for me, what then is the river fish at arm’s reach?"

The bright bonfire in the great hall glimmered, and the King’s contemplation sparkled in the firelight. His brow slowly relaxed, as plans of various preparations converged in his mind, forming a continuous serpent.

Soon, the generals took their seats in order, grouped according to their affiliations. The maids also brought in exquisite dishes and drinks. The fragrant aromas filled the air, and relaxed laughter gently arose. A lavish banquet was about to commence!