Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1732 - 1239: The Xihe Incident

"Little Crow! The ancestors bear witness! The Clan Leader swore an ancestor blood oath, how could he harm you?"

"Dear nephew, I, Brother Peng, swear! Our Feather Clan not only bears no grievances against you, but we are branches from the same ancestor… We are merely passing through, just seeking to survive! Once we leave, this village will be returned to you exactly as it was, not a bit of harm! More friends are always better than more enemies… Come, let's have some warm food together, sing a song from our homeland!…"

"..."

The night draped over, burying the day's slaughter. The coastal homeland song abruptly ceased, yet the village's singing floated from afar. On the approaching small boat, Little Crow Xite Weivei showed hesitation, gazing at the torch standing in the shallow water, and Brother Peng's sincere face beneath it. He remembered this "Uncle", who fought bravely and selflessly during the daytime battles, extremely courageous. He was a rare clan warrior, not seeming to have too many deceitful tricks…

"Ahem!… Brother Peng… Uncle?… Does the Feather Prince really plan to return the village to me? When specifically?…"

"The Three Gods bless us! We will stay at most a few days, we dare not linger long here… Not only the village at Rivermouth, but the goods in the warehouse, all will be returned to you as they were! Oh, the injured Prepetcha captives, we treated them too, there are over a dozen, they will be handed over to you as well!… Specifically, you should come over and talk to the Clan Leader personally!…"

"..."

Hearing these words, Little Crow Xite Weivei was greatly moved. If the Feather Clan only took some food and left, without setting fire to the village, or destroying goods… then the losses to Xi River Village could be minimized, and his blame for losing the village would also be minimized, perhaps even covered up! In this way, he could provide the Kingdom's merchant fleet, the Kingdom Priesthood, and the Kingdom's maritime circle a reasonable explanation…

Moreover, the Feather Clan indeed had no motive to harm him. And the Feather Prince had sworn a blood oath by the honor of the ancestors and the descendants using the Xi River! If a channel of communication could indeed be established with them, perhaps later, he could even persuade the Feather Clan to surrender, make a great accomplishment for the Kingdom, and advance to the next level…

Amidst the drifting melancholy homeland song, Little Crow pondered repeatedly, like a crow lured by corn, reluctant to leave. After a long while, he finally wiped his eyes with his sleeve, gazing at Brother Peng's earnest face, letting out a sigh of heartfelt exclamation.

"Ah! Uncle, although it's my first time meeting you, I am convinced you are a trustworthy warrior, a true man!… Alright then, for our shared ancestor's sake, I will go with you!… Uncle, my life, Little Crow, is entrusted into your hands!…"

"Ah! Dear nephew, don't worry! As long as Brother Peng still breathes, I will ensure your safety!…"

Brother Peng was greatly touched, raising a torch with one hand, supporting the jumping Little Crow from the small boat with the other, bringing him back into the Xi River Village occupied by the clan. Little Crow Xite Weivei's heart raced wildly, harboring ambitious expectations, he walked past mounded bonfires, through the camp of two thousand Feathered Warriors. In the swirling low lamenting songs, he finally reached the warehouse at the village center, seeing the Feather Prince's back facing him, and a heap of already ignited firewood.

"Clan Leader! Little Crow is here!… Uh? Uncle, where is the banquet you prepared? Why is there only a pile of dry firewood, no baked cakes or meat?…"

"Ah haha!…"

Feather Pengguari turned his back to the two, suddenly erupting into a hoarse, maniacal laugh, like a noisy carrion-eating crow. Thus laughing wildly, he turned around, not glancing at his nephew Brother Peng, but fiercely fixing his gaze on Little Crow's face, triumphantly shouting.

"Ah haha! Little fledgling, no matter how much you flee or plot, you still fell into my hands at last!… Ah haha! For daring to ambush me, you must pay the price!… I said long ago, I will decapitate you today and kick your head like a rubber ball!…"

"!!"

At this moment, seeing the maniacally laughing Feather, Little Crow Xite Weivei felt stricken as if by lightning, standing shocked in place, his voice stuttering and trembling.

"You! Feather?!… You!… You were deceiving me?!…"

"Ah haha! How can it be called deception? Since I said you were invited for dinner, you must naturally dine!… But the main dish… someone, lift him up for me and put him on the fire! Tonight, we'll have roasted crow!…"

"Ah! Ah!!… Chief Divine! Ancestors!!…"

Two Feathered Warriors rushed forth on either side, lifting the petrified Little Crow directly towards the blazing fire. Others leisurely set up several long branches, preparing them as the roasting rack.

Little Crow trembled in disbelief, kicking frantically in mid-air. Feeling the searing heat of the approaching flames, his heart was filled with infinite regret, terror, and indignation. In these extreme emotions, his eyes instantly turned blood red, roaring hoarse, cursing fiercely at the laughing Feather.

"Damn! Shameless! Old thief!… Pengguari, you Feathered old thief!… You dare harm me, violate the sacred blood oath!… Ancestors! The entire Feather Clan will perish because of your broken vow!…"

"And you, Brother Peng! You thick-faced, black-hearted parrot! I even called you uncle and thought you were a true warrior!… Merciful Chief Divine! Ancient Three Gods! All divinities will abhor you, causing the Feather Clan to be barren!!…"