Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1729 - 1236: Fooling Lord Feathers, Then Launching a Sneak Attack!

"What? Setting fire to the food supplies?! Such audacity! Are you trying to scare your Feather Grandpa... Damn it! Are they really burning it?!... Stop, stop for now! Blow the conch!"

"Di-di! Woo!..."

The piercing conch sound echoed across the battlefield. The Feathered Warriors who were about to climb to attack the city paused, looked back in confusion, and saw the waving retreat flag. Quickly, these seasoned warriors followed orders and retreated from the flanks. Meanwhile, the mixed unit able-bodied men attacking the campsite from the front were driven into a frenzy, enduring another round of feathered arrows and spears, leaving behind over a dozen corpses before they fell back in defeat, almost disrupting the formation of the Feathered Prince's trusted aides.

Feathered Pengguari jumped and shouted, personally holding a Long Spear, he struck down two retreating soldiers, gathering the scattered mixed units with hundreds of warriors. Once all that was done, he, brimming with anger, took a few steps forward under the escort of several Great Shield warriors and glared at the young Priest on the city head as he cursed. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Damn it, where did this Kingdom's little priest come from, daring to threaten to set fire? You haven't even grown your hair properly, and you're squawking like a Crow, calling out to your Feather Grandpa?!"

"Ancestor bless, Feathered Pengguari! You're almost fifty this year, right? You're a figure from my grandfather's generation; my grandfather often praised your looks and demeanor!... Come closer and let me take a look at you..."

"Come closer, my ass! You crafty little brat, are you trying to lure your Grandpa closer so you can shoot an arrow at me? Let me tell you, I was playing these tricks before you were even born!"

"..."

On the ramparts, little Crow Xite Weivei squinted and carefully observed the lurking Clan Chief. That leader was very cautious, only revealing half a head outside his Shield, showing a head like a bird's nest with messy hair and a faint half-face. He looked closely for a moment, showing a puzzled expression. This filthy, foul-mouthed old man, could he really be the renowned Feathered one? Was he really the Feathered Prince my grandfather talked about, who was supposed to be dignified and always wearing a Feather Crown, portraying a Divine Descendant image?

Little Crow looked for quite a while, still unable to make a decision. He glanced behind him where two Divine Archers subtly shook their heads, indicating the target was too cautious and too far away to be sure of hitting it. Little Crow pondered for a moment, then continued shouting under the ramparts.

"Ancestor witness! Greetings to you, truly Feather Grandpa! Today, I, little Crow, am here, our ancestors were all one family, calling you Grandpa... that's a proper etiquette, nothing more!"

"...What do you mean our ancestors were one family? Who the hell are you, grandson? …huh? Little Crow? Crow Family?... Are you related to Old Crow Xiteli?!"

"Feather Grandpa, I'm the grandson of Old Crow Xiteli, Xite Weivei! Grandpa told me, the Feather Family of the North and the Crow Family of the South were one family two hundred years ago!"

"What? You're Old Crow's grandson?!"

On hearing this Purpecha regional dialect answer, Feathered Pengguari was momentarily stunned, and his expression shifted slightly. A northern Feathered and a southern Crow, both bird Clans, indeed originated from the same bird unit from the Wilderness Tribes when they moved south during the Tarasco's founding over two hundred years ago! Their ancestors were truly one and the same!

More than ten years ago, he had met Old Crow Xiteli, and they had discussed their kinship and traded goods from various fiefs, they were indeed old acquaintances of the Kingdom...

"Ha?! Little Crow, are you really Old Crow's grandson? Aren't you southern nobility of the Kingdom supposed to have failed to assassinate the southward Mexica Highness and been sacrificed?… How come you're here, at the edge of the world on the Northwest Coast?!"

"Feather Grandpa, move closer, shout louder, I can't hear you!... Ah! The ones sacrificed were Zicao, Palm, and the others who didn't know the great trend, who opposed His Majesty. But we Crows complied with His Majesty, were re-enfeoffed to the north bank of the Lerma River, assimilating the Otomi People while gradually taking root... Over the years, as the Kingdom develops the Northern Continent, it's a rare chance for families to make a name! After graduating from Divine Power University, according to my grandfather's arrangement, I came north to manage local religious affairs! My elder brother Siling is also in the North, many other young descendants from various families are in the North too..."

Little Crow Xite Weivei spoke while gradually lowering his voice, luring the Feathered closer. He occasionally glanced slightly to check on the hidden Divine Archers. The Divine Archers held their breath, hid the body of their bows, fixedly staring at the approaching Feathered Prince. However, the Feathered Prince seemed to be aware, abruptly stopping his steps. Standing behind two Shields, he shouted up at the wall.

"Three Gods witness! You little Crow, stop rambling with me! Bringing your grandfather might work... Open the gate and surrender quickly!"

"Feather Grandpa, it's not easy to meet my grandfather now! He has already gone to the Divine Kingdom, just over a year ago, on the fief north of the Lerma River!"

"What? Old Crow he died?! He's gone just like that?"

Upon hearing of an old friend's death, Feathered Pengguari was stunned once more, an inexplicable sense of desolation welled up inside. In these past ten years, most of his generation of Purpecha Old Nobility like Sky, Silver, Crocodile, Zicao, Palm, Crow... have perished. Only he, Feathered, remained lively, chased like a nesting Crow, wandering without a home...

"Ancient Ancestors! Unfathomable destiny!... Little Crow, I brought the Clan here, never thought I'd meet Purpecha's old acquaintances... Forget it! Your grandfather's dead, I won't waste words... For the sake of the same ancestor, as long as you bring people to surrender, I guarantee not to kill you, treat you like my own grandson!"

"…Ancestor witness! Feather Grandpa, I can't surrender to you! The Kingdom's laws are strict, if I surrender to you, our Crow Family's fief in the Kingdom would be gone entirely!... You've drifted for so many years, reaching the Northern Continent here, avoiding the battles of the Highland tribes... How about this! You lead the Clan to surrender to the Kingdom, I'll ensure you're taken care of, treat you like my own grandfather!"

"What?! You want Grandpa to surrender to you! Little Crow, take a good look, who has the war club on whose neck?!... Stop talking nonsense, if you don't surrender, when I break the camp, not a soul will be spared!"

"Feather Grandpa, you've got the war club on my neck, but the Kingdom's also got its war club on yours! You can't keep running, and there's not much food among the Northern tribes, nor are they easy plunder... Ancestor witness! I really can't surrender! If you force me, I can only set a fire and turn the food in this camp to ashes... Grandpa, I'm not deceiving you! Besides the Xinghe Port, there's only small tribes of dozens to hundreds of people within two hundred Li... You won't find another place with food for thousands!... While if you decide to surrender to the Kingdom, this northern land is vast, fief division is commonplace, as they've recently enfeoffed a batch of Tlaxcala remnants!... As soon as you surrender, I'll immediately send food out to fill the Feather Clan's bellies!"

"Hmm? What are you talking about? Little Crow, what are you saying?... The northern land is vast? Isn't this the world's end?... Ah! Could there be another continent further north, more tribes?"

"Chief Divine witness! Quite so, that you may know... My brother Siling is at Lake Bay Port, seven thousand Li north! And the Kingdom's coastal outposts stretch all the way to the white ice kingdom, twenty thousand Li north, with Purpecha Priests and Warriors converting countless Gummy People Tribal Groups, rebuilding the great Gummy!... As for hundreds of Li north, the next Kingdom outpost's leader is Crocodile Marshal Oswewe's eldest grandson, Little Crocodile Oswewe!"

"Ah! Twenty thousand Li north, such an expansive Northern Continent?... What, Siling is in the north, Crocodile's old grandson also not far north?"

Hearing about this unheard-of vast world, Feathered Pengguari couldn't help but widen his eyes, his face filled with shock and imagination. He couldn't resist sticking his head out to look at the young Priest on the wall, shouting loudly.

"Little Crow, are you telling the truth? Are there really Tlaxcala remnants enfeoffed in the northern land by the Kingdom?"

"Chief Divine witness! It's the truth, you are my Grandpa, I wouldn't lie to you!... Shoot!!..."

"Ah? You!!..."

The two Divine Archers suddenly stood up, revealing their Greatbows, then swiftly fired two Bronze Feathered Arrows! The arrows flew forward, humming with the sound of death, like little birds returning to their nest, hurtling towards the exposed "nest" eighty paces away. On sensing the deathly approach as the arrows whistled in, Feathered Pengguari was immediately terror-stricken, knees buckling, letting out a cry of panic.

"Damn it! Another sneak attack!..."