"Supre Main God, with the flesh and blood of the Cloud Divine Race, I offer you a divine sacrifice! Please grant victory in war, please send down the on of triumph..."
"The Main God has descended with enlightennt! Divination, martial prowess, abundance, auspiciousness!..."
"We shall certainly conquer this city! Only that auspiciousness requires ti, and so does the Main God, to devour the Rain Divine of the Cloud..."
"Boom! Boom boom boom!"
On the sacrificial high platform, flas soar, smoke rises, and crimson flows down. Wilderness prayers and hymns waft up from the high platform. The warriors' cheers and war dance make the earth shudder and tremble. This is the most sacred and noble rite, using the most mysterious and bloody ceremony, inspiring the xica legion with the thunder of cannon intimidation, invigorating the spirits of tens of thousands.
"Kill! Kill the divine descendants of the Cloud!... Sacrifice! Offer life force to the Main God!... Guide! Raise the souls of the dead warriors to heaven!... Bless! Generously reward those who achieve rit with divine favor!..."
"Kill them!…"
"Kill!…"
The frenzied shouts of tens of thousands of warriors shake the valley and mountains, reaching up to the towering sky. Hearing such a martial proclamation, hearing the rolling thunder, from Cloud Mountain City to the Cloud Altar, thousands of Mistek Warriors show fear on their faces. Though their feet rest on perilous fortresses and terrain, though Cloud Mountain City is as strong as if forged by the Heavenly Divine, with three thousand elite warriors and thousands of militia and able-bodied n guarding... from the revered Divine Descendant City Lord Cloud God Mountain to the countless humble ant-like militia and able-bodied n, all fear the thunderous divine power of the xica War God, fear the invincible, city-destroying Alliance Army!
"Oh, Rain Divine in the Cloud! Under the thunderbolt of the xica War God, can we truly hold our ground?... The Four Snake City of the Telascallans, such an unfallen fortress and city-state, such a powerful Tlaxcala Army, all were devastated and destroyed under the xica legion's years of siege and attack... If surrounded completely by the xica army, cutting off the mountain paths connecting Oaxaca tribes to the southeast... The stored grain within the city might not last two years at all!…"
The Divine Descendant City Lord Cloud God Mountain stood, troubled, on the low city wall, looking down from the dozens-of-ters-high natural plateau. The tens of thousands of xica soldiers, like a vicious and bustling ant swarm, thodically spread across the valley. They sacrifice to the divine, they cry war dances, they invoke the divine na, intending to send both themselves and their enemies into sacrificial clouds. They set up camps, they erect sacrificial platforms, their Elder Priests shout with straw, their Divine King also ascends the high platform, pointing towards the mountain city under nurous upward gazes.
"Main God blessings! The army of the Divine War, under divine favor, will surely capture Cloud Mountain City!…"
"Send an envoy, in the na of the xica God King! Invite the divine descendants of the Cloud within Cloud Mountain City to a sacred challenge under the divine gaze!…"
The priest from the alliance rushed to the foot of Cloud Mountain City, using the language of the Cloud Central Tribes, issuing an invitation for the divine descendant's "sacred challenge." This was an ancient Central Arican war habit, like a "Flower Battle," where two armies agreed on a ti and numbers, arrayed to fight honorably, pleasing the gods above. However, under the blood and fire unification of xica, the old era of divine descendants had long gone without return.
"The evil Aztecs conspired with the Volcano Demons! They have lost divine favor, no longer eligible for a sacred challenge!..."
Cloud God Mountain resolutely refused the challenge, because under the xica army's encirclent, the divine descendants and warriors of the Cloud departing for a challenge likely wouldn't return. It would be a needless waste of divine descendant lives, consuming the city's warriors, weakening the defensive power however! But such a cowardly refusal also demoralized the city's warriors, drew loud ridicule from the outside army and heightened their morale.
"The Mistek people dare not fight, the army sweeps the South of the valley! Flatten all tribes, break noble manors, capture able-bodied n to fill the trenches! Build enclosing encampnts on both the west and south sides, surrounding those cowardly Cloud divine descendants, leaving them for the Main God!..."
"Select elite warriors, penetrate the eastern mountains, cutting off their retreat routes in the mountains! Cloud Mountain City has no reinforcents! If the Sabotek Army cos north from the Oaxaca Valley, they are offerings delivered for the Sun's gaze!..."
The burning flas extend in the valley, the shouts of killing mixed with distant screams. Cloud God Mountain was silent, only watched as the xica army divided and moved south, plundering deeper parts of the valley, destroying tens of thousands of Cloud Mountain Tribes. He dared not send out an army of warriors for field battles, nor willing to dispatch elite forces to harass. Under the xica army's gathering situation, those warriors sent out almost had no chance of survival. He was waiting for reinforcents, whether from the west or the south, from the Cloud or the heavens...
"Rain Divine! Yun Chen Leader is besieged in Mountain River City, confronting the xica legion, likely cannot co to our aid... The reinforcents from the Oaxaca tribes, reportedly numbering twenty thousand, why remain stagnant at a hundred miles distance in the Valley of Oaxaca, reluctant to advance north in force?...
"Wait until night falls, and send a few teams of ssengers seeking aid, bypassing through the eastern mountains to the South!..."
"Rain Divine blessings! Please let this year's rain season arrive early! Please let this year's rain far exceed past years! Please let mountain floods appear, drowning the xica legion and encampnts, cutting off their supply routes! I beg you!..."
"Ah! That's right! Gather the temple priests, sacrifice eighty weeping won! That is Rain Divine's cherished sacrifices, surely will bring us torrential rain!…"
After issuing the divine offering command, Cloud Mountain City Lord Cloud God Mountain seed to hear Rain Divine's approval, his heart calming slightly. He once again surveyed the surroundings, looking at this nearly insurmountable terrain of the cold weapon era.
Cloud Mountain City and the Cloud Altar form a wedge, two sides connected to steep mountains, two sides suitable for cultivation valley land. The flat valley had been cut off by the xica but the difficult-to-pass mountains remained in the hands of the Mistek people. It could be anticipated in the eastern mountains soon many elite warriors' blood would flow. And for the ownership of this crucial retreat path, in the mountain skirmishes between the Cloud warriors and the Jaguar warriors, soon would see Oaxaca warriors joining with bat headgear.
"Camazotz! The bat of death, hunts by nightfall, hides and flutters in the forest, spreading sacrifice and death!..."
Cloud God Mountain murmured a Zapoteck proverb, looking southeast. Beyond those towering mountains is the Zapoteck's core Oaxaca Valley. Those who revere the Rain Divine, Sun God, Corn God also worship the unique god of death and slaughter, Bat Divine Camazotz.
With such an Underworld divine spirit as the War God, the Zapoteck also developed unique "Batman", the Oaxaca bat warriors skilled in night warfare. Though they are not adept at large-scale battles, yet small-scale mountain forest skirmishes, they are truly proficient…
"Witnessed by All Gods! Witnessed by Ancestors! With patience, awaiting the coming of rain season, awaiting reinforcents arrival… all will take a turn for the better, like the golden eagle flying in the clouds, witnessing the faces of All Gods!…"
A golden eagle flew into the cloud, not seeing the imagined divine spirits and Divine Kingdom. It only saw the vast clear cloud, along with the moist rain air arriving from the sea. Early April had just begun, Central Arica's rainy season had one more month to arrive. However, thousands of miles across the Atlantic Ocean at the Portuguese coast, the rainy season already entered its final stages and a month later would completely end. At this mont, a battered carrack finally anchored at this lily land, parked beside a small Portuguese fishing village.
"rciful Lord! We encountered a grounding, struggled repairing the sails, endured a series of terrifying storms, even faced ten days of calm... only then managed to escape the dreadful wilderness of the East, return to the prosperous and bright Catholic World!..."
The newly appointed captain De La Cosa was tearful, kneeling on Portuguese land, devoutly praying to the Lord in his heart. Behind him, a dozen refugee-like crew mbers also kneeled, calling out the na of the Divine Son, crying with tears of joy.
"Huff! Finally received proper food supplies, no longer having to eat those bizarre things, or even natives... However the upcoming perilous voyage, the vigilance fleet of the Portuguese people... what shall we do?"
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