The dark clouds scattered, and the night lay deep. Moonlight fell like water, spreading a cold radiance that lit the continuous Mexica camp outside Tree Snake City, making it look like a giant serpent choosing whom to devour. The great and small banners of the Mexica nobles flew high, like the serpent's wings, indistinct within the shadows. And the bonfires lit one after another through the camp were like flashing scales on the serpent's body, flickering with a chilling killing intent.
"Awooo! Roar!"
The night was already deep, yet boiling howls and roars suddenly rose from the Mexica People's camp. Immediately after came the City-State Warriors' hoarse, full-throated cries.
"Ah! Ah! The Immortal Sun has set!"
"Sacrifice for The Elder, avenge the High Priest!"
"Kill! Kill! Take Tree Snake City, slaughter the Tlaxcalan!"
"Awooo! Roar!"
The terrifying cries shook the wilderness like rolling thunder, carrying far into the distance. And the same cries seemed to be sounding faintly from the direction of White Snake City in the northeast as well. The thunder of the night carried an elegy, flowing through the vast long wind and falling into the hearts of tens of thousands!
"Thump, thump, boom."
Dozens of elite Tlaxcalan warriors, wearing leather armor patterned with tree serpents, swiftly climbed onto the city tower and spread out to both sides on guard. Then a revered middle-aged scion of the gods, wearing a long feathered crown, an obsidian necklace around his neck, a tree-patterned cloak over his shoulders, and holding a jade Divine Staff, hurried over. He ascended to the high point of the battlements, worry on his face.
"What's going on?! Why are the Mexica People suddenly making such an uproar?"
The middle-aged divine scion stood atop the wall, gazing toward the Mexica camp to the east, and heard only