Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1660 - 1184: Waves of the Caribbean Sea, Alan the Great Chief Riding a Bull!

The wind swept the waves, crashing against the Caribbean coast in December, spraying sunlit gleams. The life of mortals is like the foam in the waves of a great era, fragile and thin, yet so brilliant and colorful!

In Kapok City on the western peninsula, Bertade's layout was like mountains and forests. With the most secure method, he propelled the heavy momentum of the kingdom, planning the two-thousand-mile radius of the Lowland Maya. The banner of the Mayapan Royalty, after being silent for half a century, was once again raised in the Maya Lands!

And with the spread of the royal name, the Divine Descendants, Priests, Nobility, Chieftains, and Samurai of various City-States, were all stirred by different stances, disturbed by the turbulent undercurrents. Hence, the Lowland Maya, with its clear hierarchy and stable inheritance, began to resemble a stirred pond, with countless hidden fish starting to surface...

In Tail Village on the Northern Coast, Toltec's sacrifices were in full swing, using the most terrifying methods, destroying the traditional Maya Clan order, and sweeping aside the foremost Tail Feather Clan. Ten divided Samurai camps were like packs of wolves hunting. They intimidated and drove all the Tail Feather Divine Descendants, fleeing from jungle villages in all directions, to gather in the seemingly impregnable stone-carved city, Tiho City, which had walls for defense and was never disturbed by the "Highland Barbarians".

And these two City-States of the Tail Feather Clan became the hunting ground reserved by the "Lead Wolf" Toltec. He lay in wait with claws and fangs, patiently awaiting in the "demon's tail", waiting for all key prey, to enter the "cage" of the stone City-State. Then, he would achieve his goal in one stroke, devouring the Tail Feather Clan of nearly ten thousand tribespeople, completely eradicating the Tail Feather inheritance, not allowing any Divine Descendant of the Clan to escape into the jungle!

As for the surrounding Deer Bug, Plum Tree, and Xi Wu Clans, should they dare to send reinforcements, cross the jungle to come... Black Wolf wouldn't mind, in attacking the City-State and devouring the "hardcore" main course, starting with eating a few appetizers in field battles! After all, waiting in the jungle near the coast within just over a hundred miles, is far safer and more effective than going deep into the forest for hundreds of miles to find enemies who don't know where!

"Hmm... His Highness said, wait by the tree stump for rabbits to run themselves to death... Now I'm keeping watch by the rabbit hole, eating one whenever it comes... Haha! This is called in His Highness's Military Art, 'encircle and conquer through love'..."

With vigorous flaps of butterfly wings, the Caribbean winds and clouds were already stirring. As the waves of the sea passed, the disputes, battles, and annexations of the tribes were silently accelerating!

On the westernmost coast of the Caribbean Sea, the surging Grande River roared into the endless sea. Going against the river current, six hundred miles upstream, one would arrive at a broad Great Lake, the southernmost lake on the North American Great Plain, "Wild Bull Lake".

At this moment, Wild Bull Lake is teeming with voices. The high Red Crow banner waved over an especially massive tribe encampment. A total of 50 elite Hundred-man Teams gathered under the same red-dyed battle flag. And the owner of this battle flag, was none other than the "Eagle Shooter," the "Crow's Daughter" of conquest along the Great River's banks, Great Chief Alan!

After more than two years of campaigns, from the mouth of the Grande River to the northwest of Wild Bull Lake, along the seven hundred miles of river grassland marshes, more than fifty Koawek Tribes, over eighty thousand prairie hunting tribespeople, were all completely conquered by the Red Crow Tribe that swept in like the Great River!

The Red Crow Tribe's Copper Soldier Leather Armor, the pursuit speed like Wilderness Dog Descendants, the more strict flag team military system, food supplies from the southern hinterland, and the army leader with eagle-eye sharpness, adept at surprise attacks and inspiring morale, were all things that the loose Koawek Hunting Tribes on the southern plains couldn't possibly resist...

And Alan's extremely rare nobility in Divine Shooting, her even more uncommon status as a female military chieftain, and her seemingly stunning insight that could see through people's hearts, played a crucial role in uniting the matrilineal clans' remnants among the hunting tribes. In reality, if it weren't for Alan's not so advanced age, the titles given to her by the venerated heads of the tribes wouldn't be "Crow's Daughter," but like the tribal great-grandmother "Crow's Mother"!

"Ancestor bless the Red Crow! From the conquered Koawek Tribes, two thousand experienced warriors have been recruited, forming twenty elite Hundred-man Teams! Hence, in my hands, there are fifty elite Hundred-man Teams! And from Flint Lake in the South to Wild Bull Lake in the North, the ordinary tribal Hundred-man Teams I can mobilize exceed one hundred! ...Now, the combat strength of my army even surpasses that of my father... And with such power, if I were to strike southward against the Mexica..."

Under the vast sky, the grass sea surged, the lake surface glimmered with waves. "Crow's Daughter" Alan, with her frightful silver mask carved into place, slightly tilted her head back, looking at the sun in the southern sky. She wore a tight-fitting leather armor, standing proud with her chest high, showing no obvious feminine traces. But the Greatbow and Feathered Arrow behind her, and the two Bronze Axes at her waist, displayed a military leader sweeping across tribes with great force!

"Hmm... Mexica are still too strong... Red Crow's only advantage is its faster march than theirs! And if we could tame the prairie wild bulls, riding the galloping giant beasts..."

Alan narrowed her sharp eagle eyes, forming a playful arc with her red lips, looking at the Koawek chieftains before her, outwardly fearful and respectful, but inwardly scheming. And the elder Koawek Shaman, Bird Bone, respectfully lowered his head, carefully leading over an extremely unique, white half-grown wild bull!

"Mighty Alan Great Chief, who can shoot flying eagles, favored by the blue Heavenly Father, beloved by the red Earth Mother!... This is the most sacred giant beast of the river tribes, the purest pet of the nature spirit... The tribe is willing to offer It to you! Pleading for your mighty protection... And only powerful warriors like you, can ride on the back of the wild bull like the legendary great Koawek Chieftains..."

"Oh? The most sacred and pure white wild bull? The great Koawek Chieftains would ride on the back of a wild bull?"

Alan raised her lips, giving the old Shaman Bird Bone a deep look, and glanced around at the seemingly obedient group of chieftains. Then, she prepared to drop her bow and arrow behind her, and shouted to her worshipful trusted aide, Chipawa.

"Chipawa, hold it well!..."

"Yes! Boss!..."

"Woo!..."

The white half-grown wild bull suddenly let out an angry roar, a sound not of the docile "moo" of Asian cattle, but the unique low growl of a mighty beast! Even though it was only half-grown, not yet reaching the near two meters tall and ton weight of adulthood, it still stood over one and a half meters high, weighing more than half a ton!

"Haha! What a wild four-legged beast!..."

Alan laughed heartily, but in the blink of an eye, he was already riding on the neck of the white buffalo, firmly grasping its short white horns! The adolescent buffalo frantically shook its body, even starting to run in rage. All the Coa Wei Ke chieftains showed fear on their faces, shouting wildly as they fled in all directions. And the old shaman Bird Bone was the first to be flipped over by the buffalo's head, rolling several meters across the grass.

"Ancestors! The sacred buffalo has gone mad!..."

"Quick! Get out of the way!..."

"What should we do? What should we do?! The Great Chief is still on the buffalo!..."

"Woo... Awo..."

The white adolescent buffalo ran crazily, reaching a speed of 40km/h! But a pair of strong and powerful long legs clamped tightly around its neck! The owner of those legs demonstrated astonishing agility and strength, firmly controlling the giant beast beneath her! She even let out a jaguar-like intimidating shout, going berserk along with the buffalo.

"Aha! You are mine... Awoo! You can't escape!!..."

The four-legged giant beast dashed out of the crowd, ran through the grass as high as the waist, until it plunged into the shimmering Buffalo Lake, running into the deep mire! The buffalo slowed down more and more, eventually powerless to sink into the deep lake mud, unable to move anymore. And with those powerful legs wrapped tightly, it couldn't shake free, gradually exhausting its strength, and could only emit a low bow of surrender...

"Woo... Awoo... Woo..."

"Hahaha! Silly buffalo, now that you've fallen into my hands, bow your head obediently! From today, you are mine!... Aha!..."

Alan shouted in excitement, her voice transforming from a dignified low female voice to an upbeat and joyful tone. She slightly loosened her sweat-soaked legs, listening to the low moan of the adolescent buffalo, her face under the mask full of spirited pride. Then she flipped her hand and took out a rather old Mexica stone dagger, impatiently carving her name on the buffalo's twin horns! Oh, and although she did not know any Mexica words, she had a hieroglyphic symbol representing her name!

"A crow riding a wolf... a bow and arrow piercing an eagle... that's me!... Eagle Shooter Alan!!... Aha!"

"Ah! The Great Chief has tamed the white sacred buffalo!!..."

"Ancestors! Only the strongest warrior can sit firmly on the buffalo!..."

"Cough, cough!... Praise Heavenly Father and Earth Mother! Alan, the Great Chief, who has tamed the white divine bull, passed the most challenging trial of Coa Wei Ke tribes, will be the sacred leader chosen by Heavenly Father and Earth Mother! She will be the greatest Great Chief of the Coa Wei Ke tribes!..."

"Ah? Bird Bone Shaman, you're so sturdy! Even after getting knocked over by the buffalo, you're still alive?..."

"Get lost! I am the tribe's shaman! How could I not be strong enough?!... Cough! Let's shout together, 'Riding Bull Great Chief' Alan!..."

"Roar! 'Riding Bull Great Chief' Alan!..."

The deafening cheers echoed by the Buffalo Lake. Under Alan lay the crouching white buffalo, letting out low moans of surrender. And the brave and proud female chief, head held high, drenched in sweat and lake water, watched the southern skies, shimmering with water!

Someday, she will ride atop a galloping four-legged beast, blowing a deafening horn, leading countless tribes southward! But before that, she will wait patiently a bit longer. And her next target...

Alan squinted her eagle eye, slowly turning around, her gaze cast towards the northwest. There at the upper reaches of the Great River, where more hunting tribes reside, where more galloping buffalo roam, and where an indistinguishable rumor lingers...

"The northeastern upstream of the Great River, the black boundary of the wilderness... there will be tribes using Black Stone!..."

"And that burning black stone, a precious fuel to survive the cold waves... is likely what the Prepetcha sailors have mentioned, extensively mined by the Kingdom of the Lake... firestone coal!"