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Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America! The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years! But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America! Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

Swinging the sword to cut through the clouds and dreams · History
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Chapter 75: The End of 1482 - Explorer's Pillar_3

If the tribal Elder had not lied, then there would be a powerful indigenous Kingdom here, far from comparable to the loose, weak tribes of the Gold Coast.

Bruno took over the leaf, a type of plant leaf he had never seen before. He sniffed the elongated leaf, which bore a special fragrance. He looked around, and saw many natives wearing grass skirts woven from this kind of leaf. But when he finally opened the leaf with great expectations, inside were small clumps of baked mosquito cakes!

Bruno felt extremely disgusted in his heart. He rewrapped the leaf and stored it away, but his face carried a radiant smile. Since the other party possessed sufficient military force, there was a foundation for friendship between them.

The meeting ended in a friendly and sincere atmosphere, then they bid each other reluctant goodbyes, with the native warriors clustering around the village Elder, warmly sending off the large ship and the pale-skinned foreigners as they left.