The blood-red sun rose. Flames, fresh blood, sacrifices, and crowds all gathered on the ancient wilderness. The blood-red sun fell. There were a few more people among the sacrifices, and a few fewer among the crowd. The ground was stained with blood, and Xolotl's hands were stained with blood too. After that, more grave mounds appeared by the northern hills of Silver Tip City, God-descendants' heads hung from the South City Wall, and many tribes carved with Hummingbirds prostrated themselves and wept bitterly.
The old Zapotec age was gone, never to return. The dawn of the Hummingbird was burning light and flame, and red. Then the Alliance army continued south, and a day later arrived at the ancient holy land of the Zapotecs for two thousand years: the Holy Mountain of Monte Alban (Monte Albán).
"Lord Main God! A four-hundred-meter-high hill, standing on the plateau. The whole mountaintop is flat, with Temple Pyramids dozens of meters high built on it... Is this the Holy Mountain of Monte Alban? Hiss! This kind of terrain is simply like White Snake Hill City and Cloud Snake Mountain City!..."
"Mm, Xolotl, the Holy Mountain of Monte Alban is indeed steep and rugged. In the Zapotecs' Classical Age a thousand years ago, this God Mountain itself was an almost unfallen fortress! And after the Classical Age declined, this Holy Mountain gradually declined as well, changing from a city-state on a mountaintop into the sanctuary of the false god Cocijo. On ordinary days, it had only a scale of a thousand people. Right now, the Priesthood and Temple Guard here number no more than one or two hundred. I expect those greedy, death-fearing sacrificial elders have all fled deep into the valley..."
"Blessed by the Lord Main God! If the Zapotecs had really built stone forts