The autumn sky was high and clear, the weather gradually turning cool, and half a month vanished in the blink of an eye. By late October, the last full-strength Royal Legion finally set out from Tree Snake City, clustered around the Mexica Royal Banner of the Commander of Evil Spirits.
"Xolotl, when I return to the capital, I will personally go to the Sun God's temple on the Holy Mountain and pray for Little Xiuhua!"
Avet wore his royal robes and carried the Royal Banner on his back, standing among the Bronze Armor warriors. At the mention of his grandson, a sincere smile appeared on his cold, hard face.
"Mm. I will also arrange for the royal physicians to keep watch over Little Xiuhua's health at all times. He will be a newborn Divine Tree, growing strong beneath the sun's radiance!"
"Xiuhua, my son..."
Hearing this, Xolotl looked to the west. His face held deep anticipation, heavy worry, and the uneasy fatherly love of a man with his heart in his throat. In this era, the odds of a young child dying were simply too high. Fortunately, the Alliance's herbal medicine was highly developed, and at least it would not use some "humoral therapy" like Europe in this period.
"...You are an elf of light, a blessing from the Main God. May I trade my life for your healthy growth!"
Xolotl gripped the Sun Amulet and prayed sincerely for a moment. After that, he sent two personal Purepecha physicians to return to the capital together with the Royal Legion.
"The Main God bless us!"
"The Main God will surely bless us!"
Avet smiled confidently, then turned and left. Eight thousand Royal Legion soldiers escorted the supreme king, with the great general Dead Dog attending at his side, and together they