Wuwuyi's father was once the bravest warrior of the tribe. Under his leadership, his tribe defeated every enemy that came to compete for the grassland and never failed.
But in front of the Aztlan people, he could only choose to bow his head.
Wuwuyi was almost crying when she heard the words "Okay" coming from her father's mouth. She really wanted to rush up and knock these Aztlans to the ground and beat them up. But reason told her that she couldn't do it, not only she couldn't do it, but even if all the people in the tribe combined their strength, they couldn't do it.
This is probably the mood when the sheep come into the sight of the lion.
The officer turned his head and glanced into the tent. When he saw Wuwuyi's sad expression, he smiled meaningfully again.
"Little girl, there is no need for you to cry. Everyone here can become a slave, but you will not."
He stepped into the tent again and stretched out his hand to catch Wuwuyi. Wuwuyi shrank in fear, and the officer sneered, grabbed her arm without mercy and pulled her up from the ground.
The chief was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to help. But without his crutches, he fell to the ground within a few steps.
"What are you going to do?" He stared at the officer on the ground and asked with all his strength, "I have promised to move to Aztlan, let her go!"
"Why are you panicking? I have no interest in such a little chick. She is prepared for the Sun King." The officer replied with a half-smile, "In order to ensure the loyalty of every city-state and every tribe in the territory, the Sun King We need to maintain the blood connection with you through marriage. Don’t worry, she will become the 72nd wife of the Sun King, and her life in the future will be much better than you and me."
"I...I don't want to marry any Sun King...!"
"Let Wuwuyi go! Let go!"
Although Wuwuyi and the chief screamed sadly, they could not move the officer at all. He dragged Wuwuyi out of the tent. The tribesmen outside the tent were agitated for a while, but the officer only glanced at them coldly and suppressed the agitation.
"Let go... let go of my daughter..."
The old chief struggled to crawl out of the tent, but the officer seemed not to have heard anything, dragging the tearful Wuwuyi and swaggering past the tribesmen. The tribesmen lowered their heads one after another, pretending not to see the scene in front of them or hear Wuwuyi's cry.
The chanting of a mantra suddenly sounded softly:
"Mother Goddess of the Wind, bestow upon me the power of life; Mother Goddess of the Earth, bestow upon me the power of life; Goddess of the Sun, bestow upon me the power of life; Goddess of the Moon, bestow upon me the power of life... …”
At first, the officer still didn't care. But as the chanting continued, the surrounding environment suddenly changed dramatically. The wind stopped her running, the ground began to tremble slightly, the sun was blocked by dark clouds, and the moon only jumped out of the darkness for a short while, and then It was also obscured by dark clouds.
Nature has lost its power. Those forces turned into an undercurrent, rushing straight to the rear of the officer. As soon as the officer turned around, before he could see anything clearly, a fist hit the bridge of his nose. In severe pain, he felt a huge impact, and his whole body was about to fly backwards. But before flying out, another hand grabbed his shoulder, and using the force of his flying out, his entire right hand holding Wuwuyi was torn off from his body with a "click"!
Blood splattered, and under the dark clouds, a voice as bright as a bell came:
"I told you to let go of my daughter, didn't you hear me?"
The old chief stood under the dark clouds with his officer's right hand raised high, his face, neck, and chest covered with donated blood. The marks of old age have faded from his face, his curved back is now straight, and the muscles all over his body are bulging, like a strong bull. There was a continuous low roar coming from his throat, and each sound was like beating a gong or a drum.
This is the secret magic of their tribe, which can briefly transform the power of nature into its own power. Wuwuyi also used this magic, but her father was much more skilled.
The officer was writhing in pain on the ground. The bridge of his nose was completely sunk into his face under this punch, and blood was pouring out of his right arm. He moved on his belly on the ground like a maggot, his body covered in blood and mud. Not long after, his clenched fists loosened and he died on the ground.
The chief's actions not only served as an order, but also boosted the morale of the tribesmen. They picked up everything around them that could be used as weapons, screamed, and rushed towards Aztlan's soldiers!
The sudden change gave the Aztlan soldiers no time to react. Before they could get their weapons in hand, the chief rushed into their midst. His hands were empty, and just when the Aztlan people thought he was preparing to fight with his fists, they saw him pressing his body down, grabbing the calves of the two Aztlan soldiers on the left and right with both hands, and just mentioned, He picked up the two Aztlan soldiers. He spun his body, waving the two Aztlan bodies like weapons, whirring like a rapidly spinning windmill. Before Aztlan's weapons could reach him, he swung them away one after another.
A few torches were suddenly thrown in from the distance, and they fell into the tent, setting off a blazing fire. But they saw Rolos rushing in from outside the village with a small group of people. Each of them held a torch in their hands. Regardless of whether it was their own camp, they waved the torch towards the place where the Aztlan people were most densely populated. Throw.
In the chaos, the Aztlans began to retreat, not even having time to take away the officer's body.
——But such victory is only temporary.
During the retreat, junior officers took over the place of the dead general. The chief only caught up to the entrance of the village and was already gasping for air, while the Aztlan people, under the command of the new general, retreated while stabilizing their position. After a while, the pursuing team was repelled, and the Aztlan people began to set up a fighting formation in front of the tribe.
The fire was spreading, but the tribesmen had no intention of saving their belongings. They were forced out of their camp by fire and began to confront the Aztlan people on the plains.
The total population of the Wuwuyi tribe is only 500, including the elderly, women and children. There are actually less than two hundred young and middle-aged men who can become combatants. These two hundred people are not fully equipped with weapons. But now that we have chosen to fight, there is no way out. They protected the women and children at the rear and faced Aztlan's army of up to 3,000 men as if they were dead.
"Chief, this can't go on like this." Rolos was extremely nervous, "We have to find a way."
"There is no other way." The chief said, "Just follow what we discussed before."
Rolos glanced at the chief in shock, but the chief's eyes were fixed on the Aztlan military formation in front of him and he did not notice him at all.
After a long time, Rolos nodded sadly.
"Chief, I will complete the mission."
"Father!" Wuwuyi grabbed a spear and ran to the front of the line, "I'm here to help too!"
Rolos suddenly waved his hand, and two tribesmen gathered around. They couldn't help but pick up Wuwuyi from left to right, and ran towards the west under the leadership of Rolos.
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