The Heron River meanders eastward, like a jade belt on the northern land, encircling the vibrant wilderness. A long ship of a kingdom sailed against the long river, paddling its long oars, and sailed continuously upstream to the vast west.

"Rivers... plains... villages... camps..."

The old militiaman Chihuaco stood at the bow, looking at the open scenery along the coast, which was completely different from the jungle of the Totonac people. On both sides of the Heron River, there is a plain of sparse grass, where you can see running deer and hares.

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