Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Ding-a-ling~~"

Soon, the soft ringing of bells filled the air, a fragrant breeze swept through, instantly transforming the atmosphere in the Stone Hall, adding a touch of ambiguity and allure.

Over twenty young and graceful serpentine figures, wearing only silver hand and ankle bracelets, approached the seated members of the Great Nobility. On their exquisite faces were expressions that were either cold, passionate, fearful, resentful, unyielding, or compliant. At this moment, regardless of their willingness, they danced earnestly, trying to please the Mexica nobility who had conquered them.

"Offering the Divine Descendants of our sworn enemies, enjoying their wives and daughters, this is the exhilaration of victory and conquest! As long as the Divine King leads us to one victory after another, the Fierce Tigers of the Mexica will always bow their heads, following the King's orders! No matter how stringent those orders might be..."

The Mountain Clan Leader Izel stroked his chin, a heavy expression on his face, lost in thought. Yet, in just a few breaths, his chin and the back of his hand were caressed by a slippery and warm touch. Soft breathing gradually moved downward, as did the warmth and slickness. The young Mountain Clan Leader suddenly shivered all over, his palm tightened, and his body swayed slightly.

"Haha! We Mexica value abstinence the most, emphasizing endurance and restraint! And now, it's the Cloud Serpent of the enemy challenging the Warriors of the Alliance, seeking the weakness of the Fierce Tiger!"

The Reed Clan Chief Xintle laughed aloud, tearing off his robe to reveal the tattoo of a tiger among the reeds on his chest. Soon, four fragrant and warm serpentine figures encircled the nebulous tiger body, wrapping, binding, and biting intermittently.

"Roar! I want to see which Fierce Tiger today can sit atop the tiger body, gritting his teeth unmoved, withstand the longest test of the Cloud Serpent, and win the glorious victory witnessed by the Chief Divine!"

Upon hearing this, the Great Hall instantly fell silent, leaving only the tinkling of the silver bells and the low, enchanting breaths. Several members of the Great Nobility gritted their teeth in endurance, sitting as straight as they could, trying not to move. Meanwhile, the soft serpentine figures delved deeper, continuously probing, searching for the weakness of the Fierce Tiger.

"The Jaguar has dominion over the Kingdom, sitting high on the Throne of the Gods, never fearing the provocation of the Cloud Serpent... So, what exactly is the weakness of the Mexica Fierce Tiger?"

Mountain Clan Leader Izel lowered his eyes, trying hard to divert his thoughts from the burning sensations and fragrant allure. At this moment, his senses were sharper than ever, alienated from reality, pondering those he should not think of.

"The Fierce Tiger's weakness... Is it age?... "

"Cough! Such pleasures for the middle-aged are not meant for an old man like me to enjoy."

A moment later, the Elder Yu Yan Mitou shook his head, the first to struggle and stand up from the serpentine figures. His robe had been half-torn away, revealing his still robust body.

The nobles of the Alliance, unlike the decayed nobility of Cholula, maintain a tradition of military training from youth to old age. Despite being over fifty, Elder Mitou's body was still strong, able to respond normally. However, at his age, he cherished his body more, fearing death, unwilling to squander it like the young. Thus, Elder Mitou stayed only for a brief moment before rising to take his leave.

"Even over fifty, still a strong Fierce Tiger. King Aweit is scarcely over forty... Age is not a weakness!..."

Mountain Clan Leader Izel shook his head, glancing lightly at a mature noble lady serving beside him. The lady was noble and elegant, of quite an age. While she exuded an aura of maturity, her eyes carried signs of inevitable wear.

Such noble lady captives were most beloved and even obsessed over by the lesser nobility and Samurai. But Izel had been a Great Nobility of the Alliance for several years, long past the phase of youthful lust. At this moment, he was motionless, murmuring to himself.

"Then, the Fierce Tiger's weakness... Is it the children?"

The Great Hall was filled with the ringing of anklets, breathing, and the rustling whispers. The Great Nobility gritted their teeth in silence, their breathing growing heavier, and their eyes becoming fierce. Another quarter passed, yet faint shouts were heard from outside the hall.

"Father? Father? The Chief Divine granted me honor, you mustn't stop me! I must find my father, is he drunk?..."

Upon hearing the call from outside, Yunshan Clan Chief Huitzilihuitl's expression changed, hurriedly standing up. He quickly donned his robe, covered his body, and apologized to those remaining.

"Ha, Chief Divine has witnessed! My eldest son is not yet of age, and hasn't seen such a scene of conquest and celebration. I must beg your leave!... Chief Xintle, thank you for today's hospitality, I will surely host a return banquet someday!"

"Haha! Huitzilihuitl, you truly cherish your eldest son! Already eighteen or nineteen, yet never exposed to jubilation, could it be you are grooming him to be a formidable Jaguar Warrior? ... Phew! Hiss!... "

Straight Gold Clan Leader Pachjo flushed red, laughing as he panted. Reed Clan Chief Xintle chuckled, nodding toward Yunshan Clan Chief. Huitzilihuitl hurriedly squeezed out of the Great Hall, and before exiting, he straightened his robe and hair before going to see his eldest son.

"Phew! I heard Yunshan Clan Chief Huitzilihuitl values his eldest son greatly, nurturing him meticulously. This time, he brought his son to the Capital City to participate in the ceremony, probably intending to have the King see him and strengthen their bond... After he goes to the Divine Kingdom, the place of Yunshan Clan Chief is certain to be passed to his eldest son... Hiss! Damn it, this biting Snake Woman!"

Straight Gold Clan Leader Pachjo trembled all over, nearly biting his tongue. Mountain Clan Leader Izel glanced over, then chuckled softly. Reed Clan Chief Xintle raised an eyebrow, waved his hand, and another young Snake Woman bowed her fine head, approaching the Mountain Clan Leader.