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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 · Histoire
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Chapter 116: An Unexpected Discovery_2

Thinking about this, Xiulote straightened his back with excitement, his eyes shining brightly. He looked up at the clear sky, where the sun was only slightly tilting westward, still a good while away from setting. The young man paced back and forth twice before decisively waving his hand and shouting loudly.

"Bertade, we won't go to the Obsidian Stone Mine just yet, let's head back to the Saline Soil fields!"

Having said that, Xiulote strode back the way they had come, asking as he walked.

"What is your name?"

"Respected Highness, I am Cavali, a descendant of the nobility from Tenochtitlan, willing to die for the great Highness! Marshal Casal is my clan uncle, and I had the honor of campaigning with you against the wicked Otomi people."

In a wealthy place like the great saline fields, the managers were bound to be descendants of nobility. Xiulote nodded slightly and asked casually.

"Oh? A relative of an old friend! How has General Casal been lately?"