Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

There was no sound in the tent, as if it were the silence from deep within the heart. Alan hung her head, showing no expression on her face, lost in thought. After a long while, she touched the dagger at her waist, stood tall, and answered loudly.

"The eagle of the wilderness never stays in the jungle; it belongs to the vast sky. I don't want to marry, nor do I want to get pregnant and bear children for others. I am the best Hunter in the tribe, meant to run in the wilderness and slay the fiercest wolves! I want to be like you, leading thousands of warriors, conquering far and wide, defeating all strong enemies!"

"Besides, father, didn't you also not marry? And the old Chieftain, wasn't he also unmarried? Being an outstanding warrior and an excellent Leader has nothing to do with marriage!"

"Ah...eagle of the wilderness, belongs to the sky...just like me..."

Looking at his stubborn daughter and listening to her words, Amoxtli's eyelids twitched. He rubbed his face, feeling both gratified and a bit anxious. After a long pause, Amoxtli forced a smile and said.

"Alan, I am glad you have such aspirations. The life in the wilderness is fraught with upheaval, with repeated severe cold waves and brutal migrations devouring many tribes... Kakalo grandpa and I didn't not marry; we lost our wives and children. These years, the tribe has always been running on the edge of death, without the leisure to think about these things. But now, we have settled down, no longer needing to worry about survival."

At this point, Amoxtli's eyes glistened, speaking from the heart. His face showed signs of weariness and sorrow, and his words became full of emotion.

"Alan, our Red Crow Tribe, after these years of hardship, is now stronger than ever before! However, I only have one daughter, and we are too few in number. Men who fight hard in the wilderness often carry hidden injuries. I'm already old, not knowing when I might suddenly die. My greatest wish now is for you to marry and bear children..."

"Stop!"

Alan reached out her hand to cover Amoxtli's mouth. She frowned, thought for a moment, and answered in a deep voice.

"Father, the tribe has settled down, and everything is getting better. We father and daughter rely on each other, like the great Cactus of the wilderness. The great Cactus silently roots on the hills, unafraid of hardship and cold winds, but if it is planted in the moist and warm Seaside, its roots will rot...So, you can't expect me to marry and have children; that's not my aspiration!"

"Well, father, you can marry again! So many women in Vastec, you could marry several! I also want brothers and sisters, you could have many children!"

"Ah!... I'd give birth to what, it's infuriating!"

Amoxtli's forehead veins bulged. He raised his palm to fan over, hitting Alan on the head a few times. Alan quickly dodged, springing up on the spot, as agile as a lynx. She touched her head; her father didn't use much force, so it didn't hurt too much.

"Haha! Father, your reactions seem to be slower, you indeed are getting old. Why don't we go to the training ground tomorrow and have a contest with the Long Spears..."

Alan's movements were nimble and valiant. She smiled confidently as she moved swiftly, attempting to escape the tent.

"Alan, come back here."

Amoxtli lowered his face and spoke lowly. Alan stopped in place, looking at her stern father, she pricked up her ears to listen.

"My daughter, what kind of man would catch your eye in the end? You have to give me an answer, and not always brush me off."

Upon hearing this, Alan's expression changed. She turned around, back facing her father, looking at the sky outside the tent, where there were eagles flying high.

"Father, I wish to be a high eagle, reaching the most treacherous mountain peaks in the wilderness. Only if he flies as high as I, catches up with me, can he be my man!... Thus, he must be an exceptional hero!"

"Either he can lead a powerful army, defeating us to the point of no escape. Or he possesses unparalleled archery, surpassing me, earning my sincere respect. Or..."

At this point, Alan paused, a rare gentleness flashing in her eyes. She instinctively touched the dagger at her waist and finally said.

"Or, he must make an impression on me, so unforgettable!"

After saying this, Alan lifted the tent flap, leaving without looking back, carrying her Greatbow. Amoxtli watched his daughter's figure, and after a while, he sighed deeply.

"My mountain eagle... You will soar, flying higher than the Red Crow!"

Days later, the Red Crow Tribe moved in large numbers. Alan, wearing Leather Armor and feathers on her head, stood high on a hill. She gazed at the two thousand warriors below the hill and the first batch of migrating tribespeople, her heart stirring like an eagle spreading its wings for the first time. The Red Crow Warriors all looked at the most beautiful Hunter of the tribe, waiting for her command.

Alan didn't speak, just waited quietly, even her breath became long. Until several northbound wild geese flew in formation to the North, she suddenly raised her Greatbow, gripping three Feathered Arrows, and shot into the air like lightning!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three arrows were released in succession, accompanied by the whistling of death, precisely aimed at different directions! Two mournful cries came from the sky, and the geese flocks scattered in panic. In the shocked eyes of the Red Crow warriors, three geese struck by the arrows fell from the sky, two hit in the body and one pierced through the neck!

With rapid succession, three arrows hit the flying geese. The Guajili tribes placed great importance on Archery, and upon witnessing such Divine Shooting, the hills fell into silence.

Alan's lips curled up, raising her head proudly, and she lifted her Greatbow high. Moments later, a booming cheer exploded from below the hill, drowning out the whole sky.

"Roar! Roar! Divine Archer, Divine Archer Alan!... Shooter of geese...Eagle Shooter..."

Soon, five hundred Red Crow warriors, five hundred Spear Militia, and a thousand warriors from various tribes, all raised their Spears fervently, cheering wildly. They looked up at their proud, confident, and radiant female Leader, filled with excitement and shouted themselves hoarse.

It took a while for Alan to lower her arm with an air of authority. Her face was flushed, her eyes shone brightly, and her calves trembled slightly. She clenched her Greatbow, looking at her tribe, full of joy, and loudly declared.

"From today onwards! I am your Leader, Eagle Shooter Alan! You shall obey my commands, and I shall lead you to victory and Wealth!"

Listening to Alan's declaration, the tribal warriors were silent for a moment, then they cheered again in low voices. They trusted Amoxtli the Leader, and they trusted his daughter. They revered Alan's archery skills, her courage, and her beauty. All of this marked the starting point of Alan's journey.

Alan looked around at everyone, a bright smile on her face. Her heart was clear of distractions, filled only with an upward fighting spirit, transformed into a proclamation in her mouth.

"Depart, follow me North! By Warrior Lake, a new Red Crow Land awaits!"