"Eagle Warriors! It's the Mexica People's Eagle Warriors!"
On the walls of Tree Snake City, Cloud Snake Hunter Telavito had only just recovered from his dizziness when he heard the nervous cries of the guard warriors. He hurriedly looked over and saw more than a thousand elite warriors charging over at a brisk pace, their bearing steady, their steps vigorous, all manner of feathers swaying.
From the lower edges of these warriors' shields hung yellow-green bird feathers, while gray eagle feathers stood upright on their helmets. Although their splendid war clothes had been changed for white-gold heavy armor, Telavito recognized them at a glance. Then his heart suddenly clenched, and he let out a pained groan.
"Ah! It's the shield-bearing Eagle Warriors!"
At that moment, however brave the Cloud Snake Hunter was, traces of despair still appeared on his face.
The Tlaxcalans and the Mexica People had fought for decades, and they were all too familiar with the Eagle Warriors' combat strength. These elite noble warbands did not need to labor; they practiced martial skills all day, and their battle techniques were extraordinarily adept. They were professional warriors freed from production, and also the most battle-hardened warbands in Mesoamerica. And every Eagle Warrior himself was a veteran warrior who had taken more than ten captives!
"The situation on the wall..."
Telavito looked back toward the wall. Most of the warriors and militia were still in terror-stricken chaos. Two rounds of dreadful explosions had almost completely destroyed the defenders' morale. At that moment, people were constantly jumping down from the wall, howling at random as they fled into the city.
"Praise the Main God! Fight for the king!"
In only a moment, the Eagle Warriors reached the foot of the wall. They shouted in unison, then, holding their shields, clung to