The Tlaxcala warriors of White Snake City, struggling for months, have borne the despair of lacking food and assistance. Yet now, the hope of victory finally appears before their eyes, like the vast bonfires outside the Mexica main camp!
"Vast bonfires?!"
White Snake Warrior Leader Sarte, carrying a greatbow and holding a war club, rushed to the forefront of the camp. Ahead, dozens of steps away, the bright bonfires almost illuminated half the camp. Sarte paused slightly, his pace slowing. Instinctively, he felt a foreboding—a keen awareness of danger and hostility, honed by years as a veteran warrior.
"Huh?! This situation seems off..."
"Cloud Serpent protect us! Kill the Mexica!"
