Coyote ran, Eagle Regiment soared. The schemes of Tail Village were overturning the clan rule of the Maya God-descendants, while Cuba's messengers continued west. At this moment, two thousand li to the west, the two groups of envoys from Golden Bay City were also moving: one went north by sea, secretly binding the Red Crow tribes together; the other crossed forests and marshes, linking up with the tribes of Qingqiu.
Snake Mother Miawa's threat to the Silver Crow elders was not mere empty intimidation. As a Great Chieftain who had truly clawed her way up through twists and hardship, using any means necessary, Miawa would seize the political initiative in a death grip and squeeze every last drop of blood from her prey. And the Silver Crow Alliance, which had exposed its weakness, was the most delicious prey in her eyes!
From the ever-widening cassava fields beside Golden Bay City, another sixteen hundred li north lay another broad expanse of lakeside farmland where cassava had just been expanded—the Red Crow City where the Red Crow Great Chieftain resided.
Beside the boundless Warrior Lake, a cold gale blew in from the vast Northern Continent, like an invisible carving knife, cutting into Great Chieftain Amoxi's weathered face. His gaze was deep as he stared at the northern shore of the Great Lake, at that huge swath of hastily built, crude thatched huts, and at the countless prairie tribes wearing furs and pelts, stretching beyond sight. He could not help but hunch his back sharply, as if bearing a thousand-jin burden.
"Ancestors! Moqi, just how many prairie tribes did you bring back from Alan?"
"Ammo, there are too many people. I don't know how to count them, but Azu knows. He's good at estimating. He counted them with the spear teams."
"Azu?"
"Great