The Mexican Plateau in late autumn was still covered with lush long grass and evergreen trees that never shed their leaves. Large flocks of migratory birds returned from the cold north, hovering over the distant mountains and forests, gazing at the bustling scene here, calling chaotically. Based on their limited lifetime experience, such large-scale activities of the bipeds always meant food to be found. Sometimes it was grains, and sometimes it was dead bodies... Of course, there were also dangers here, especially those red-headed hunters with excellent archery skills.
"Oh Chief Divine! So many big birds, if only I could shoot one down and have a feast... Tsk tsk! What a pity, I don't have any skilled Canine Descendants under my command... Curse those archery bastards and mongrels, they shot my eye blind! Otherwise, I would have been a Fourth Level Samurai, maybe even a Military Merit Nobility..."
