"Praise the Chief Divine! Sacrifice for the Chief Divine! Roar!"
The fervent shouts suddenly echoed from the Mexica army, carrying a determination to die. The Divine Descendant Xalapa was startled, looking toward the sound, only to see over a hundred fierce Mistec Warriors, each holding a smoking clay ball, howling madly like a pack of wolves, charging towards the low city wall.
"Praise the Chief Divine! Sacrifice for the Chief Divine! Roar!"
The howling "wolf pack" raced rapidly, reaching within a hundred paces of the wall in moments. Seeing these fierce warriors charging, the Mistec defectors fighting on the wall suddenly panicked, desperately jumping off the wall.
"Huh? What's this?"
The Divine Descendant Xalapa was dumbfounded. Observing those warriors holding smoking clay balls, they were only dressed in light war clothes, without a single weapon on them. Were they here to die?
"Praise the Chief Divine! Sacrifice for the Chief Divine!!"
