A fortress of wood and stone sat upon the high mountains, as though it meant to merge with the clouds and sky. Sheer cliffs cut off the climbers' steps, like a hundred-meter wall bestowed by the gods. Cloud Snake Mountain City was a fortress between mountain and heaven, guarding the last divine descendants of Tlaxcala.
At this moment, thousands of armored Mexica Warriors led their troops below the mountain, murderous auras boiling as they looked up. Shadowy Tlaxcalan fighters demonstrated from Cloud Snake's outer city at the summit, raising the bows, arrows, and throwing spears in their hands. The brave warriors on both sides shouted harshly and roared aloud, startling birds across the whole sky. And yet they were separated above and below, halted here at the two ends of nature's barrier, with no true slaughter taking place.
"Main God! So this is the unfallen mountain fortress, the ancestral land of the Tlaxcalan, Tepeticpac-Tlaxcala, Cloud Snake City?!"
Xolotl stood at the foot of the mountain, staring up at the mountain city two or three hundred meters high, his mouth gaping wide in astonishment. He estimated the height of the mountain city, then looked for a while at the narrow, rugged mountain path and let out a labored groan.
Only after seeing it with his own eyes did he finally understand why, in history, Montezuma II had twice besieged this city, bogging down his troops beneath it for seven long years. It was only when hearts turned traitorous and a crisis of internal division broke out within the Alliance that Montezuma II was forced to withdraw, falling short at the very brink of success. And the failure of that campaign had directly led to the collapse of Montezuma II's authority, forcing him, several years later, to seek another path and invite