Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America! Chapter 1862 1344: When We Grow Old, Let's Go to Cuba!

"Nobility and tribespeople, like cocoa trees and grass seedlings..."

The stream winds, flowing beside the harvested rice fields. In the distance, the red cedars of West Mountain stand tall, reaching into the clouds.

Old Militia Chiwaco sits on the field ridge, gazing at the golden mountains, the cedar trees atop the peaks, and the rice fields at his feet for a long ti without speaking. He is soone who has suffered, having endured loss and hardship, painstakingly gathering his family back together. He is also soone who has seen much, from Southern Sky to Northern Sea, from a fallen kingdom to a newly established one.

Perhaps, in the entire West Mountain Port, whether immigrants of the kingdom or the local Miwock tribe, only he can understand Old Shaman Cedar. And only Shaman Cedar can speak words that reach his heart.

"...Old Woody, look before you! Plant more of this field, grow more high-yield crops, so more people can have enough to eat!... No matter how so people, after becoming nobles, might stir up trouble... If more grains can be harvested, more can survive, and that's never a bad thing..."

"...Old Corn, perhaps I'm being greedy, always wanting to do more!... Actually, I sotis regret... If I took over the Miwock Tribes and beca that Enfeoffed King... wouldn't I ensure the tribe had enough to eat? Wouldn't everyone, regardless of age, climb to the mountain top together?... But after thinking for long, I'm quite scared!"

"I fear that after becoming a king, things will worsen after my death! They'll use my na to make people worship , to double the toil on tribespeople, like burning firewood in the flas... I'm even more afraid, that while I'm still alive, the previous 'Shaman Cedar' will change, beco a 'Divine Tree' in the Priest's mouth, even considering himself the Divine Tree!... After all, there were no idols in the temple initially, just wood carved in the shape of gods; when many worship it, it becos Him..."

Shaman Cedar rambles, though sounding like nonsense, his words are genuinely heartfelt. At his age, saying a few open heartfelt words isn't easy. At this mont, he gazes into Chiwaco's old face, his eyes bright, like a child's.

"Old Corn, do you think one day everyone will have enough to eat, no rank above another, no one commanding another... like the Divine Kingdom in the Priest's mouth, where everyone can be peaceful and joyful, dying with laughter?"

"..."

Chiwaco slightly turns his head away, avoiding Shaman Cedar's gaze. He remains silent for a while, thinking of the exploration to East Sea Cuba, of the simple and kind Taino tribe, who eat cassava, smoke happily, and die young. After so ti, he sighs softly.

"Old Woody, such a day will co! I've seen such places, seen such tribes!"

"Ah! Where is it?!"

"On the Eastern Sea's Great Island, there's a wonderful group of Taino people; their cassava yields five or six hundred pounds per acre, everyone has enough to eat!... They have neither slaughter nor war, no nobility nor samurai, only farrs, fishern, and hunters... When we t them, they warmly welcod us, singing and dancing, smoking and drinking, with young n and won sleeping together..."

As he speaks, Chiwaco's face lights up with a smile, as bright as his fond mories. Listening beside him, Shaman Cedar also gradually smiles. Until Chiwaco finishes speaking, Shaman Cedar eagerly hopes.

"Great Spirit of Nature! What a wonderful place! Old Woody, when we sail southward, returning from that 'Sun Kingdom's Tawantinsuyu'... we'll go to the East Sea! To that Cuba Main Island you ntioned... there, we'll smoke and drink, raise a bunch of beautiful snails, use fish that can suck worms to catch fish! And then, laugh our way to old age and death!"

"...Ah, to Cuba?..."

"Yes! To Cuba!..."

"..."

The old militia falls silent again. He does not tell Shaman Cedar about the weakness and powerlessness of those simple, kind island tribes, faced with dire dangers of evil demons! Like the colorful snails on the island, beautiful and dazzling yet, before the predatory birds and beasts, they are the most sumptuous prey...

"Yes! Good! When we grow old, unable to sail the sea anymore... for the last ti, we'll go to Cuba!"

After a while, the old militia still raises a smile. He nods in agreent with Shaman Cedar's suggestion, then strives to smile as he speaks.

"Old Woody! You don't need to lose heart... everything will get better! The trees will grow taller, the grains will be harvested more... there will always be better days, a better tomorrow!"

"Just like the current Kingdom of the Lake, compared to the ti of Tarasco, it's already much better! Before, out of ten noble lords, eight were viciously greedy, eager to flay and extract bones... Now, about four out of ten nobles are this greedy, while four do practical things..."

"The present priests have improved even more! At least, many hail from their native village and genuinely guide the villagers. They teach people to compost, organize people to build canals, and even distribute the temple's farming tools to villagers!"

"And there's the blind... cough... a Majesty you haven't seen! He, among nobles, is rare, not only values farming but also regulates nobles and priests, significantly reducing human sacrifices... He's a rare good person, and he looks good too!"

"Ah? The Kingdom's God of Death Great Chieftain, invincible in war and guiding countless fierce warriors as the Wolf King... is he really like that? Quite different from the rumors!"

"Yes! You will surely et him! He will be happy to see you as well! Just wait until we return from the south..."

The two old n sit squat on the ridge, happily chatting away once again. They talk from Miwock Golden Bay of the Western Sea Coast to the xican Plateau at the world's center, and from the Southern Continent's Inca Kingdom to the distant East Sea's Cuban Paradise.

The world is so vast and full of variety, but in everyone's heart lies a Divine Kingdom they yearn for, a utopia of hope! Regardless of whether this ideal Divine Kingdom arrives...

"Chief Divine gazes! The God has arrived!... With blood-red eyes, He watches over you from the sky! He surveys all the tribes, with both flas and thunderbolt, as well as rcy and harvest!"

Over four thousand leagues of clouds and moon, from Miwock people of the Golden Bay to the Yoe Great Tribe of the Yaki people. Utadori High Priest raises both hands high, adorned in complex ceremonial dress, standing atop the Divine Platform over ten ters high. At this mont, before him burns the blazing "Blue Sacred Fla," behind him, the blood-colored mystical "Eye of the Divine Spirit" rises!

A total of seven thousand Yoe tribespeople fearfully bow prostrate, worshiping the mighty "Southern War God," shocked by this unimaginable "divine miracle!"

"Citizens of Firestone, tribes of Yoe, lost branch of the Gummy People! Now is the mont to convert to the Supre Chief Divine!... Blood oath conversion! Offer your hair, drink the faithful Blood Wine, surrender your souls and beliefs to the Sun Chief Divine in the sky!"

Utadori High Priest passionately shouts, singing the most sacred hymns for the descent of the Divine Kingdom in his heart. And over a thousand Kingdom's Warriors, armored and holding axes, stand beside the clusters of Sacred Fire. More than a thousand early converted Yoe tribespeople, facing the "Eye of the Divine Spirit" in the sky, bow and shout the na of the Chief Divine fervently!

"Praise the manifest Southern Great Divine Spirit! Praise the flying Sun Great Chief God!"

"Convert to the Supre Great Chief Divine! He devours all gods and is the mightiest War God!"

Clusters of Sacred Fire burn bright, as Kingdom's priests stand before them, accompanied by dozens of local Priest Apprentices. Solemnly, they hold short daggers made of Obsidian, awaiting the imminent blood oath conversion! And this ti, they aim to fully convert the mighty Yoe Great Tribe, ensuring that all branches of Yaki within a two-hundred league radius, henceforth belong to the Chief Divine's embrace!

This mont cos seven days after the long-planned, insiders' autumn ambush. With the help of a thousand local disciples, the entire Yoe Great Tribe's order has completely settled. anwhile, the Yoe Tribe's Mountain Eagle Chief, leading two thousand warriors on an expedition against the "Mountain Tribes," had already encountered the Feather Clan's ambush, suffering a dreadful defeat, likely never to return...