Red-hair Hunter Chabo wore grass sandals as he set out from Snake Lake Village, occupied by the scouts, and ran north the whole way. He passed through lush lowland jungle, crossed rivers, lakes, and streams both deep and shallow, and trod over the soft edges of maize fields. He passed villages of all sizes by the water, ran into squads of Militia collecting grain, and saw wave after wave of large warrior bands heading south. At last, he finally reached the edge of Twenty-Water City, Cempoalli, and saw the low, weathered clusters of stone buildings, as well as pyramid Temples large and small.
"Broad noses, thick lips, deformed eyes, and helmets like pottery bowls. What strange sculptures, strange god-men!"
Chabo's gaze lingered briefly on the weathered ancient stone carvings outside the old city, and he curled his lip without thinking. Ever since the legion had marched south into the coastal lands, worthless stone sculptures like these could be seen everywhere, like the remains of an ancient civilization.
He had heard the priests accompanying the army say that these carved stone figures all came from the ancestors of all the tribes under heaven, the Olmec Rubber People. And what was carved on the stones were the god-men of the Second Era, who were also revered by the Teotihuacan people of the Third Era and called the "gods of old."
More than a thousand years ago, ancient Cempoalli inherited the afterglow of Olmec civilization and first formed a large settlement. More than eight hundred years ago, the Teotihuacan people had once ruled here and built the most flourishing city-state in the entire coastal lowlands. Afterward, Teotihuacan civilization collapsed, and the Ancient City of Cempoalli also sank into a long decline.
"Gods who can't fight can just die if they die! In the