The night stars shine on the earth, and the forest and fields imply a gloomy light. The black figure walked through the forest without making a sound, and arrived at the city-state by the sea, and then, guided by the guards, entered quietly until it reached the Temple of the Feathered Serpent in the city.

There is a bonfire burning in the main hall of the temple, and serpentine reliefs of gods are carved. The light from the bonfire reflected into the dim side hall, outlining a strong but vague figure. The figure was stretching out its hand, touching the relief mural carved by the ancestors, motionless.

The flames flickered, reflecting the outlines of the murals. On the left is a god-born warrior holding a spear, the height of a person. On the right is a giant snake the size of half a mural, fighting the warriors. And between the warriors and the giant snake is the original city-state of Totonac!

"The legend of the ancestors...the warrior of the sun god, and the giant snake Miavakotel, fought and combined..."

The chief of the Great Sun, Qiqini, spoke in a low voice, standing in front of the warrior on the mural. The twilight flickered, and it was hard to say whether it was on or off. His figure and the warrior on the mural are sometimes blended and blurred, and sometimes clearly exposed, just like his complicated, unspeakable, and eagerly waiting mood.

"The sun and the giant snake, who is right and who is wrong?..."

"The divinity of the sun and the divinity of the giant serpent are both inherited from the ancestors. The sun is the father of the tribe, representing light and glory; and the giant serpent is the mother that gave birth to the tribe, representing darkness and cunning..."

A graceful figure in a black robe walked lightly to the mural and stood beside the giant snake. The corners of her mouth were raised, and she spoke in the shadow of the giant snake, her voice was low and hoarse.

"This is the two sides of the Totonac people, just to survive, there is no right or wrong..."

"Well... just to survive, there is no right or wrong..."

Dazhiqiqini then turned his eyes to look at the lively younger sister in front of him, the snake priestess Miyawa. There was some confusion in his eyes, he sniffed his nose lightly, and asked in a low voice.

"Miyawa, you and His Highness the God of Death, are you singing happily? Why do you only smell like you, but not like a man?"

"Brother, your nose is still as sharp as a snake's tongue. It seems that you are the one who inherits the snake's divinity, not me!..."

Miawa rolled her eyes and replied with a smile. Then, she shook her head, her expression was a little serious, a little resentful, and a little inexplicably relieved.

"His Royal Highness Death God, he didn't touch me... He restrained his desires, he didn't miss a single bit, he was like a hard blood jade in the southern mountains and forests. This is a terrible man, reminding me of the condor high on the mountain, hunting the serpents of the mountains..."

"A condor that hunts a giant snake? You mean?  …"

"Yes. This man wants to conquer the entire seashore, the Totonac Snake. The tribe's Jinwan City is the center of the Thousand Miles Coast, and it is the seven inches of the Totonac Snake. Therefore, the This city-state, he must hunt it into his hands, and he will never let us keep it!"

"Hand over the clan's Golden Bay City..."

Hearing this, Chichini lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time. After a while, his eyes darkened, and he spoke in a low voice.

"Tell me! Miawa, since you came back alive, tell me...His Highness, what kind of conditions did you set for the tribe?"

Hearing this, the snake priestess Miawa lowered her head slightly, her expression flickered inexplicably, and she repeated Xiulot's original words in a low voice.

"Within three days, we will capture alive the chieftains and leaders of the eastern tribes in the city-state. Lead the Mexica army into the city, suppress and surrender the Eastern Totonac coalition forces... After the completion, the Jinwan tribes will retain 20,000 Tribal people, migrating to the southwest inland..."

"...We have done so much, and even handed over the city-state that has been passed down from generation to generation, but we can only keep 20,000 tribesmen?!"

Hearing such conditions, Great Sun Chief Qiqini's eyes sharpened, and anger surged in his chest. He suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice.