In late autumn, the Mexica Plateau is still full of green grass and evergreen trees that do not shed their leaves. A large group of migratory birds returned from the cold north, hovering over the distant mountains and forests, looking at the hot scene here, screaming "Yo Yo". According to their experience of not having many birds, there will always be food that can be found in the range of activities of this large-scale two-legged beast. Sometimes it's grain, sometimes it's dead bodies... Of course, there are also dangers here, especially those with red hair, arrows

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