In the dilapidated hut, the door was wide open, and the faces of those captured from the fleet were full of panic. The fierce Canine Warriors brandished their axes and spears, striding in with murderous intent. The tattooed leader at the forefront wore a vicious expression, his mouth twisting into a sinister smile.
"Blind heavens! This is? This is!..."
The old Militia Chiwaco was terrified, watching the Canine Warriors rush in. Although he couldn't understand the conversation outside the hut, he could feel the full malice and an ominous aura from their aggressive stance. He bit down hard, his nails digging into his flesh, standing at the front of the fleet's crowd, carefully speaking in Mexica Language.
"Respected Leader of the Wilderness… we are friends from the Kingdom of the Lake…"
"Everyone, kneel down!"
