Chapter 551: Battle of Tree Snake City, a Deadly Showdown

Chapter 551: Battle of Tree Snake City, a Deadly Showdown
"Crash..."
As twilight approached, the sky gradually darkened, and the heavy rain poured relentlessly. The rain curtain that filled the sky washed away the fresh red marks and made the road slippery. The shouts of the warriors echoed from all directions, clear at times, and slightly blurry in the rain.
The Cloud Serpent Hunter Traviotoya is in urgent need. He is accompanied by a few royal guards, protecting his newlywed wife, and fleeing in a rush. Behind him, the sacred golden pyramid temple is engulfed in flames, only to be quickly extinguished by the rain, finally adorned with the flag of the Mexica god of war.
Chi Chi Patti looked back at the fallen temple and cried softly. She was only sixteen years old and had always been doted on by her father until the war broke out and she was betrothed to the valiant Cloud Serpent Hunter.
At this moment, amidst the raging fire and pouring rain, the noble descendant of gods has finally lost the protection of her father. She can only rely on her husband ahead as they embark on a treacherous and frantic escape from countless terrifying enemies.
"This is the destiny of the divine descendants, coming from the heights of the clouds, converging into endless lake waters, heading towards the bottomless abyss!"
Unbeknownst to her, the young divine descendant's mind flashed with the prayers chanted by the Cloud Serpent Priests. It was the end of the Fourth Age, the chapter of the Great Flood and Doomsday, and also the beginning of the Fifth Age.
"Zila! Ka!"
Heavy rain poured down as Traviato swung his war staff, killing two suddenly appearing Mexican warriors. He was familiar with the terrain and rarely encountered any obstructing enemies along the narrow alley. However, at this moment, as he looked at the golden-patterned battle attire on the corpses of the two warriors, the expression on the Serpent Hunter's face suddenly froze, and he had a sudden realization in his heart.
"The Mexican Gold Battalion... the West City has been lost..."
"Vito... huff, huff..."
A few steps away, Chichipati is panting heavily, struggling to speak up.
“后面...后面好像有追兵！”
"Huh?!
闻言，特拉维托浑身一个激灵。他顾不上近在眼前的西城墙，立刻转身戒备，向雨中眺望。
Quickly, in the pouring rain, more than ten moss green-clad Mexican warriors gradually revealed their figures, approaching from the other end of the alley. And at the forefront, a burly figure is steadily rushing forward, vaguely familiar.
"Damn Mexican, like a dead dog, won't let go!"
Travito cursed in a low voice, pulling Chichipatila behind him and carefully blocking her.
This was his hard-won divine descendant wife. Even if all his guards died in battle, he must not lose her. Because, as long as he and Chichipatí have offspring, his family can become the respected divine lineage aristocracy, with the qualification to rule the city-states and the people!... This shows the reverence for noble blood among the Traslakaran people.
"Protect the princess!"
Hearing the order, the remaining four or five samurais tightened their grip on their war clubs and took two steps forward, firmly blocking the narrow alleyway.
"Drip, drip, drip..."
Turquoise Tate Whit holds a shield in his hand, with a war cane hanging down, stepping on accumulated rainwater, and running fast. He squints his eyes and looks at Traviato standing on the opposite side, with the corners of his mouth gradually curling up, revealing a rock-like cold smile.
"Haha! Got you!"
"It's you! Damned turtle!"
Seeing the formidable general on the opposite side, the valiant Cloud Serpent Hunter furrowed his brows, feeling the challenge. Time was pressing, and he was not confident that he could quickly defeat his opponent.
"Heh!"
Hearing the nickname "Turtle," Texi Whitte coldly snorted and charged forward with his shield raised. Behind him, more than a dozen Acidwood Warriors held their battle clubs diagonally, ready to pounce together.
"Wait a minute!"
Travito looked around and saw the disparity in numbers between the two sides, shouting urgently.
"The green stone on the other side, I challenge you to a one-on-one holy duel!"
"Yes?"
Texiweitai stopped under the rain and raised his arm, causing the warrior preparing to charge to halt. A smile formed at the corner of his mouth as he gazed deeply across the raindrops at the opposite side.
"Foul archer! You dare challenge me to a duel?"
"Indeed, let the gods bear witness!"
Travato's eyes flickered as he shouted loudly.
"The holy duel, the warrior's honor, a deadly battle to please the gods!... Green Stone, do you dare?"
"Hmm...a duel?"
Tessie Whitte pondered for a moment, looking at the brave warrior before her, and slowly nodded in agreement.
“Sure!”
Although new reforms are rapidly being implemented in the league in recent years, the old traditions and customs still deeply resonate, especially in the conservative league cities.
At this moment, in the swaying wind and rain, amidst the nearby cries of battle, Turquoise Texas Whit stood up straight, holding his shield to his chest. Following the traditional ritual, he raised his war club and bowed slightly.
"Witness the glory of the god of war, Vizilopochtli! I, the brave warrior Tetsi Whitet from Teppanica Pan, challenge the valiant Tlascalla warrior to a duel!"
"Blessed by the god of hunting, Mixcoatl! I, the skilled warrior Travitto, the Cloud Serpent Hunter from Ocoteluco, challenge the resilient Mexican warrior to a duel!"
Travito takes a step forward and bows his head in the same manner. Having fled in haste, he did not carry his heavy shield, only bringing a obsidian war club and a bronze short axe.
"Drip, drip..."
After a moment of silence, only the sound of raindrops could be heard. After both sides bowed to each other, they raised their heads and looked at their opponent ten steps away. Their gazes were as sharp as wild beasts, filled with the determination to hunt down their opponent and the courage to fear no death.
"Dah!"
Travito took a deep breath and suddenly, like a cheetah, stepped on the rainwater on the ground and lunged at his burly opponent. As he sprinted, he adjusted his fighting staff, switching to an assault stance with both hands on the staff...Mexican samurais were pouring into the city, and he didn't have much time. He had to defeat the enemy with one strike!
"Dada..."
Texi Whitte lowered his body, as steady as a mountain. He held a shield in his left hand and a stick in his right hand, maintaining the most traditional samurai posture.
"Whoosh!"
Tlavito raised both hands high, leveraging the momentum of the charge, and suddenly swung diagonally, aiming to strike the opponent's unprotected right side of the neck.
"Bang!"
Tesse Whit appears to have a heavy build, but his turns are incredibly swift. He slightly leans to the right, takes a step back, and raises his wooden shield diagonally with his left hand, precisely blocking the enemy's club. Then, he suddenly extends his right hand, and the sharp blade of his club swiftly slashes towards the enemy's waist and abdomen.
"Dah!"
Terravito jumped to the left, avoiding the opponent's war cudgel, and unleashed a horizontal slash. Afterwards, there was a loud "boom" from a violent collision.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Continuous crashing sounds echoed from the sturdy wooden shield, as if rain was pounding on rocks. Terravito was like an agile leopard, constantly swiping with its claws around the tough brown bear.
Both warriors watched as their leaders fought, holding their breath in unison. It appeared that Traviato had gained the upper hand, launching ferocious attacks and overpowering the Emerald General.
"Hoo, hoo!"
Tessie Whit's breathing remained steady, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. The breath of the Cloud Serpent Hunter, however, began to quicken. He felt a sense of urgency, knowing that such a fierce onslaught would inevitably lead to a great expenditure of energy, and would not be sustainable for long!...
"Damn it, I must fight to the death!"
Hesitating for a moment, the Cloud Serpent Hunter gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He suddenly stepped back and swiftly drew his copper axe from his waist, throwing it straight at his opponent's face.
"Huh?!
The bronze axe whistled and Ted Whit suddenly changed color. He was experienced in battle and his arm reacted instinctively, raising his shield to block in front of him.
"Ha!"
A dull impact resounded on the shield. Ted Whit staggered slightly but managed to stabilize his posture. He narrowly escaped death, and a wave of anger surged in his heart, almost turning the enemy across from him into ashes.
"Vile archer! How dare you steal..."
"Kill!"
The Cloud Serpent Hunter threw his short axe and swiftly switched to a double-handed staff without hesitation, pouncing forward. Taking advantage of Tex Whitet's raised shield, he mercilessly struck at the exposed lower body.
"Hua!... Da!..."
Teswick Whit quickly took two steps back, splashing a large spray of water. He dodged this dangerous attack, and before he could steady himself, let out a roar like a brown bear.
"Roar!"
The Green Turquoise General swung his arm fiercely, throwing his shield from his left hand and smashing it towards the pursuing Trevito. Then, he gripped his staff with both hands, abandoning all defense, and fiercely swung it to meet his opponent. In this moment, he resembled a hibernating black bear awakening, ferociously displaying his strength.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Both warriors abandoned defense and wielded two-handed weapons, engaging in brutal close combat. After a few intense clashes, Traviato's expression suddenly changed, and he loosened his grip.
"Click..."
The sound of a crisp wooden handle breaking resounded in Trevitte's ears. The Cloud Serpent Hunter had been engaged in constant combat, and his staff had already been damaged. After a series of blows, his weapon finally couldn't withstand the force and snapped in half abruptly!
"Crack!"
"Bang!"
In this decisive moment, Texiwit deftly maneuvered his staff, using the blunt side without a blade, to deliver a harsh blow to Traviato's chest, followed by a forceful jab!
"Uh!"
Taking a heavy blow to the chest, the valiant Serpent Hunted's face turned pale, and he let out a stifled cry of pain. He stumbled back two steps, unable to regain his balance, and fell to the ground in a sitting position.
"Ha! You lose!"
Tesu Whit's corner of mouth curled up, revealing a cold grin. He stepped forward, pointing at the neck of the cloud serpent hunter with his sharp battle staff blade, and spoke indifferently.
"I've said it before, if I were to put down my shield and duel with you, you might not be my match!"
"I...I lost."
The Cloud Serpent Hunter's face turned pale, expressing despair. He held his still painful chest, made an effort to turn his head, and looked at Chi Chi Patti, whose eyes were filled with tears.
"Patty... my wife... I..."
"Haha! So you're a romantic fool."
Tessie Whithe chuckled, her mouth opening like a rock. She lifted her head and glanced through the continuous rain, taking in the fair and graceful figure of the noble descendant in her elegant attire... evidently, she was a privileged noble who had no need to work.
"It's getting dark, and the rain is heavy. The sun god will soon depart."
"The emerald general tucked away his smile and tightened his weapon of slaughter. In his calm words, there was a firm hatred and icy intent to kill."
"Come, you despicable intruders, I will send you on your way! Let me offer the blood of the Tree Snake City warriors and the noble lady as a sacrifice to the soul of the Legion Commander on his journey to the divine realm!...Respected family head, I will avenge you!"
"...revenge for the clan leader?"
Hearing these words, the face of the Cloud Python Hunter froze. He remembered the night assault when the commander of the Mexica Legion was suddenly shot dead. Chaotic images flashed before his eyes, like the chaotic flames of that night, and the peculiar appearance of the arrow! In that moment, he seemed to have thought of something, inexplicably grasped something, as if it were the last straw before drowning.
"Praise the Lord! I offer the life of the warrior as a sacrifice to you! May you protect Chief Yotiko of the God's Kingdom, let him avenge his enemies and enjoy eternal peace!"
With devout prayers, Texiwhit wasted no time. He raised the staff in his hand and aimed at the neck of the cloud serpent hunter.
"Wait, wait!"
Just as the battle staff was about to strike, Traveet cried out hurriedly, his face filled with desperate hope.
"Yes?"
Emerald Teseiweite furrowed his brow and shook his head. The killing intent in his eyes grew stronger as he calmly said.
"The archers of Snake Tree City, if they cannot face death with composure, they lose the honor of a warrior."
“...”
Travet tightened his lips, glanced at the weeping Kikipati, and answered quickly.
"Respected Rock Warrior! Did you just say that you want to kill us and seek revenge for the brave Legion Commander who perished that night?"
"Understood."
Texy Whit remained impassive and nodded. He raised his battle club again, ready to strike directly.
"No! No! Wait!... Witnessed by the Cloud Serpent! He, he wasn't killed by us!"
The Cloud Serpent Hunter yelled anxiously, his voice trembling and even breaking at times. At this moment, he didn't have full confidence, and he couldn't grasp what he was about to say. However, regardless of its truthfulness, this was his only bargaining chip in seeking a slim chance of survival!
"The commander of your family, who perished that night, was not killed by the warriors of Tree Snake City!"