Seeing Wuwuyi running away, the officer was just stunned at first and did not react. It wasn't until Wuwuyi pushed away several soldiers in a panic that he realized something was fishy.
"Get the girl!" he shouted, "There's something evil in here!"
In fact, the officer just asked casually. As long as Wuwuyi made up some excuses, he would probably not think about it in detail. But for Wuwuyi, this problem has reached the limit of her patience. Aztlan was a wolf and she was just a lamb in comparison. How can there be any reason not to be afraid if a lamb follows a pack of wolves?
Her heart was beating so fast that it almost burst out of her mouth. She was in the center of the Aztlan Legion, and as far as the eye could see, she was surrounded by enemies. Thanks to the fact that the queue had broken up as they took a water break, she still had a little room to move. When Wuwuyi ran past them, they sat and lay down, and many of them didn't react.
But such opportunities don't last long. After the officer shouted, "Get the girl," the repeated shouts spread like toppling dominoes. Wuwuyi couldn't move faster than the sound. It wouldn't take long for the Aztlan soldiers in front to react and intercept him.
"Mother Goddess of Wind, blow away my voice; Mother Goddess of Earth, cover my footprints; Goddess of the Sun, cast my body into darkness; Goddess of Moon, drive death away from me..."
Wuwuyi recited a magic incantation, but since there was no effective shield around him, this was more of a comfort to his heart.
Wuwuyi felt relieved when he saw that several soldiers in front turned their heads due to the shouts of "grab that girl" and stood up. The implementer of this kind of plan would have a narrow escape from death. But many of these Aztlans had already drank the water from the pool, including even their leader. She had bought enough time for her tribe.
That's when the miracle happened.
The Aztlan soldiers who stood up were just laughing. Although they heard the shouting, they could not hear the specific content. Just when they were about to prick up their ears and listen carefully, the shouting stopped suddenly. But I saw that the soldiers who were shouting were holding their throats in pain. Although their mouths were opening and closing constantly, they seemed to be shouting something, but they could only make an unsyllable "beep" sound.
Such symptoms quickly spread among the army. In order of drinking water, the Aztlan soldiers were deprived of their voices. This vanguard of the troops soon only had the mournful cry of "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa".
Wuwuyi breathed a sigh of relief—the curse had taken effect.
This is not an ordinary spring, but a sacred place shared by more than ten tribes on this grassland.
According to legend, this spring is the gateway to the underworld. The dark energy from the underworld has given the spring a terrible curse. People who drink the water from the spring can vaguely see the appearance of the world of the dead. In order to prevent them from revealing the appearance of the world of the dead to the living, under the power of the curse, they will lose the ability to speak and die soon after. .
Only a few people can survive drinking from the spring water, and these people are considered to be God's chosen messengers and serve as priests of the tribe. Many tribes would move here after the death of an old priest, allowing several promising candidates to drink from the spring to determine who would serve as the new priest. Half of the Wuwuyi tribe moved east this time because the original priests were too old.
Were it not for the tense situation, Wuwuyi would not have brought the Aztlan people into this sacred place.
The symptoms of poisoning continued to spread. After losing the ability to speak, the Aztlan soldiers who drank the water soon felt difficulty breathing, and then their bodies also lost strength. Some people struggled to stand up and tried to stop Wuwuyi, but they were easily pushed away by Wuwuyi.
After breaking through the siege, Wuwuyi glanced back roughly and estimated that there were nearly five or six hundred Aztlan soldiers who were poisoned.
The troops in the rear did not have time to drink water and therefore survived. They were far away from Wuwuyi and could not prevent Wuwuyi from escaping, so they used weapons such as bows and arrows and stone throwers to attack from a distance. The sound of "whirring" flew past his ears, and became more and more dense. Wuwuyi hurriedly recited the magic incantation again:
"Mother Goddess of Wind, blow away my voice; Mother Goddess of Earth, cover my footprints; Goddess of the Sun, cast my body into darkness; Goddess of Moon, drive death away from me..."
Amidst the sound of the incantation, she leaned forward and threw herself into a grass servant that was half a person tall, and then never appeared again. When the Aztlan soldiers arrived, the place was empty, not even any footprints could be seen.
It was late at night, and Wuwuyi lay in the grass, breathing happily while staring at the bright moon in the sky.
At the last moment, she was hit in the leg by an Aztlan arrow, but fortunately the arrow was not poisoned. This was thanks to the Aztlan custom of taking captives for human sacrifice. Applying poison to arrows will reduce the number of prisoners. Therefore, it is a technique used by Aztlan hunters, but no one in the army uses it.
The arrow had been pulled out, and the wound had been bandaged with longer weeds. The bleeding has stopped, and apart from some difficulty running, movement is not a problem.
Five hundred people were poisoned. If placed in her tribe, it would mean the entire tribe was wiped out. But for this group of Aztlans, only one-sixth was damaged. But no matter what, she won this confrontation. The leader died and the group of Aztlans had to retreat. After this, his tribe would never come near the borders of Aztlan again.
"Mother Goddess of Wind, blow away my voice; Mother Goddess of Earth, cover my footprints; Goddess of the Sun, cast my body into darkness; Goddess of Moon, drive death away from me..."
She chanted the incantation and hid her figure in the prairie. When she couldn't light a fire to reveal her whereabouts, she could only rely on this magic to avoid being infested by nocturnal snakes and insects.
Blowing by the wind, she fell asleep sweetly.
The next morning, she set out again. She knew that her tribe had most likely migrated overnight. She just hoped that her fellow tribe members could leave her some hints so that she wouldn't blindly pursue them.
Unexpectedly, Lolos and others were waiting for her not far outside the tribe. The tribal camp ahead didn't seem to have moved at all.
"Wuwuyi, you are finally back." Lolos rushed over anxiously and said, "The Aztlan people have found our tribe, and the tribe leader asked me to take you away first to avoid any accidents."
"Aztlan people?" Wuwuyi said with some pride, "Don't worry, they drank the water from the holy spring and suffered heavy injuries. They have most likely retreated now. It's all my credit!"
Rolos and the people around him looked at each other doubtfully.
"What are you talking about? The Aztlans came to our camp yesterday afternoon, three thousand people, no more, no less."
