The sunrise, with its canopy of clouds, marks the autumn glow of September. The mountain winds howl, and the long Wolf Banner shines brilliantly. Cooking smoke curls, gently brushing against the soaring Eagle Feather. Outside the flat Water Valley City, the vast Mexica camp bathes in the bright morning light, gradually buzzing with human voices.
"滴, 滴滴!"
The horn sounds, and tens of thousands of Legion Warriors awaken from their slumber. They organize their armor and maintain their weapons while also preparing their breakfast.
"呜~! 呜~!"
The desolate horn resounded across the vast valley, awakening the dozens of militia encampments stretched over twenty miles. At the command of the Militia Captain, thousands of Telascallan civilians emerged from makeshift hovels and pits. Following that, everyone, regardless of age or gender, gathered before the main emblem of the Chief Divine in the center of the camp.
