"Chief Pap, the Mexica People's envoy has already gone to rest."
The sunset had faded away, and a dark curtain of sky shrouded the coast. A bonfire rose inside the village's great wooden house, and two fresh sea fish were set to boil, along with two hard old ears of corn. In this era, eating sea fish and river fish that lacked calories never meant abundance. And when the leader of an army could only fill his belly with fish, it usually meant the army did not have much grain left.
"The Mexica People's envoy? Ha! That fellow Lin Lang, as a tribal chief of the eastern Totonac, once shouted that for the glory of the gods, he would fight the Mexica People to the death!... But now, after surrendering, he has put on a Mexica battle robe, his mouth full of the Main God's blessing, and he's proud to serve the Mexica People..."
Priest Pap reached out, fished an old ear of corn from the pottery pot, and ate it unhurriedly, a hint of disdain showing on his face. But a moment later, thinking of his own situation, his expression tightened, and he could not help letting out a sigh.
"The storm sweeps in, the great tide surges down... Before such vast divine might, how can mortals possibly grasp their own fates!..."
Hearing this, Headman Chuchut also sighed. He held a wooden bowl, scooped out a sea fish, and left the more filling corn for Priest Pap. These past two years, he had led the clansmen of Snake Lake Village and fled east all the way with Priest Pap, even fleeing to the farthest east of these Coastal Lands. Yet the Mexica People's legion had always followed close behind, like a tide that meant to drown him, arriving before