Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"The population of Pamus Valley is still too thin, even with the refugees from the surrounding areas, it's less than twenty thousand people."

Xiulote gazed at the blazing Sacred Fire, deep in thought and silent.

"We still need to leave five thousand Canine Descendants Tribes to bolster the population of the valley and also establish a battalion of a thousand Canine Descendants."

Thinking this, the face of each chieftain flashed through the king's mind, finally settling on the most harmless-looking one.

"Hmm, you've seen the power of the new weapons firsthand, had your courage broken by the Alliance, and you were betrayed by Red Fox and Red Frog, experiencing the despair of becoming Sacrifices... It's you, Red Cat Chieftain Mizili!"

Xiulote smiled faintly. After being captured, Mizili had been detained in Red Fox Valley, receiving teachings from the Chief God Priest. On the army's return journey, he would personally examine him to determine his fate.

"A versatile City Lord, twenty-five thousand residents, three thousand warriors. The balance between Mexica, Otomi, and Guajili... With such an arrangement, even at a distance of seven hundred miles, it should at least be sustainable for more than a decade!"

The king looked down slightly, gazing at the fertile Pamus Valley and the time-worn Pamus City. Then, his gaze continued southward, over the journey's route, toward the mountain city hundreds of miles away.

"The western Guamare State will maintain nobility self-governance, led by Chalki Great Chieftain as leader. The southern Ototpan Mountain City is a key node, and although autonomy has been promised, it is necessary to demarcate a fief nearby and station an army of the Kingdom."

Xiulote breathed in the air filled with the scent of charring, his expression calm and relaxed. His mind was already made up, his will, not to be defied.

"The two thousand archer Militia of the First Spear Legion will be stationed around the mountain city, to establish farming fortresses! As for filling the vacancies of the First Spear Legion, pull from the Canine Descendants captives. The Guajili are naturally good at archery; they will also cultivate the land in Rivermouth County. Once the Canine Descendants have converted to the Chief Divine, draw out a thousand Archers to complete the ranks of the Imperial Guard Legion..."

The midday sun gradually sank, then slowly set. The evening light stained the sky red, another resplendent sunset. The holy sacrificial ceremony continued for a day, and forty thousand of the Guajili Tribe underwent the ritual baptism.

And in the red sunset, under the gaze of tens of thousands of Canine Descendants, Xiulote took off his Ceremonial Dress and donned the Wolf Robe symbolizing the Chieftain. Then, he reached out his hand towards the sacred red sky and scattered Chichika's ashes into the wind, spreading them across the vast wilderness.

This was a tradition of the wilderness, as well as a legacy of the Chieftain!

Upon witnessing this, tens of thousands of the Guajili Tribe stood transfixed, and the little city fell into a momentary silence.

Red Monkey Chieftain Ozoma was prepared. He rose first, raising his hands with his trusted aides at his side, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Praise the Great Chief! The powerful God of Death Great Chief is the true master of the wilderness!"

Then the Red Deer Chieftain, Red Frog Chieftain, also stood up and cheered. In moments, the shouting echoed throughout the valley, carrying with it a heart-stirring force.

"God of Death Great Chief! The true master of the wilderness!"

In the afterglow of the sun, Xiulote laughed heartily, looking northward. The northern wilderness stretched for two or three thousand miles, and beyond that was the boundless North American continent. There lay endless lands and infinite journeys!

The grand sacrificial ceremony came to a close within the night. Xiulote invited the Guajili chiefs and Otomi nobility to a banquet. The banquet ended with an oath of allegiance, and the king one by one smilingly comforted each person by touching their hair.

Three days later, the first batch of legions and tribes set off to the south, the subsequent migration stretching nearly a hundred miles. The Guajili people blew their horns, imitating the howl of a wolf, singing mournful songs as they disappeared at the end of the mountain path. They were leaving the familiar wilderness for the unknown fertile lands of the south, towards the mighty Cactus Kingdom.

Over ten days later, the Royal Banner of the Black Wolf left Pamus City, and with thousands of Armored Warriors as an escort, embarked on the long journey home.

The fluttering Royal Banner clattering in the wind, Xiulote climbed to the camp at the mouth of the valley. Turning one last time, he looked back at the northern wilderness and another red sunset, as if called by the mountains beyond.

The king listened calmly for a moment, then nodded. Smiling towards the sunset, he said,

"Don't worry, I'll come back! In my lifetime."