"Who are you?" They looked at the young boy in front of them with some fear, "What do you want to do?"
With a frightening smile on his face, Gan approached them step by step. The warriors of the two tribes hurriedly threw the short spears at hand, but Gan only swayed his body slightly and dodged both short spears.
"Now, are there any other means?" Gan chuckled, "If there is no other means, then I win?"
The warriors of the two tribes had no weapons to resist. They could only clenched their fists and prepared for a desperate struggle. Unexpectedly, when Gan saw this scene, he shook his head, turned around, raised his hands and shouted happily to Wuwuyi in the distance: "I won another round!"
"I also hurt my butt again!" Wuwuyi limped over while holding his butt, complaining constantly, "What do you mean I haven't had a duel in a long time? You've been here all this time." It was basically a non-stop duel, after fighting the grizzly bear against the gray wolf, after the gray wolf against the elk, last night I even didn’t let go of the mouse, chasing it for several kilometers!”
"Now, how many games have I won now? How many games have I won?"
"I don't know! I can't count the numbers after one hundred!"
"Tch, you're still as useless as ever..."
"I... look they are running away!" Wuwuyi pointed at Gan's back and shouted. The two tribesmen whose ankles were cut by Gan were constantly pushing the distance between them and Gan with the force of their hands, as if they were about to run away.
"You just ran away?" Gan tilted his head, "I've won anyway."
"Don't you have anything else to ask?"
"Ah, it seems so." Gan touched his head and grinned at Wuwuyi, "I was just focusing on the duel and forgot about this matter. Thank you, Wuwuyi."
"Humph, if you want to thank me, then marry, marry..."
"Hey - you!" Gan's shout completely interrupted Wuwuyi's words, "Stop! I have something to ask you!"
The two tribesmen Naken just waited for death on the spot, and crawled forward a few steps harder. But this was just a useless struggle after all. They only felt a gust of wind blowing from behind, and then Gan flashed in front of them.
"The duel is over, now it's time for questions." Gan squatted down, the dagger in his hand swinging back and forth in front of the two tribesmen, "Tell me, which tribe are you from?"
Knowing that there was no chance of survival today, the warrior in bearskin cursed loudly: "I am from the Mescalero tribe, what? Kill me if you want!"
"It's really from the Mescalero tribe!" Gan waved his hand towards Wuwuyi, "You guessed it right!"
"Of course!" Wuwuyi shouted, "I have already said that if the people here are not from Aztlan, they must be from the Mescalero tribe!"
Gan nodded. But he blew a whistle, and the war horse that just threw Wuwuyi ran over. Gan got on his horse and stretched out his hand to Wuwuyi: "Let's go and draw a map!"
Wuwuyi also nodded obediently, grabbed Gan's hand and climbed onto the horse. After she sat firmly, Gan patted the horse's back, and the horse started running wildly.
As soon as they left, the two injured tribal warriors lying on the ground were stunned - after such a fight, the little boy just wanted to ask them where they were from!
"Bullying... bullying is too much!" The bear-skinned warrior couldn't help but cursed at the horse's butt, "Even if you don't tell me, I know that you are those bearded people! Let me tell you, this battle, You will definitely lose!"
Not long after these words were spoken, the horse's hooves landed in front of them again. Gan held the reins with one hand and hugged Wuwuyi with the other, looking down at the two people who fell on the ground from the horse's back. Just when the warriors thought they were certain to die this time, they saw Gan patting his head: "It's so dangerous, so dangerous, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me. You can be considered a tribe on this plain, right? Are you interested? Join the Northern Alliance led by our boss?”
"Join the Northern Alliance? That's ridiculous!" The warrior covered in boar fur scolded, "Go against us, and you're already on the verge of death!"
"Well, I don't think I can convince anyone anyway. I can only fight." Gan shrugged indifferently, "I've told you so, and you won't be scolded by the boss when you go back. Then let's go .”
"Wait a minute." Wuwuyi frowned and questioned the two warriors, "I heard from my father that the Mescalero tribe has been fighting with Aztlan for decades, and they only recently became an alliance. Aztlan Ztlan has been squeezing us and forcing us to hand over tributes and sacrifices, why don’t you take this opportunity to resist?”
"Resistance?" The bearskin warrior laughed again, "Our Mescalero tribe has always only stood on the side of victory!"
"Now? Can I ask a question?" Gan tilted his head and asked, "Why do you think we will lose? Why?"
"Don't you know it yet? Quetzalcoatl has returned to Aztlan!"
As soon as they mentioned this matter, the two warriors Bearskin and Pigskin became excited.
"She can drink the water directly from the Black Spring, and she is not a mortal body like you and me!"
"Her wisdom is extremely profound and she can discern the will of heaven that mortals cannot understand!"
"Her magic power is unfathomable and undetectable. It is ten thousand times stronger than you!"
"She has made a covenant with the God of Spring Water. With her here, you will be defeated. And our Mescalero tribe will own the entire Great Plains!"
The two people answered in unison, and Wuwuyi slowly opened her mouth in shock: "The toxicity of the Black Spring is much higher than that of the Dumb Spring. How can someone survive drinking the water? Are you lying? ?”
"Is it the tribe living next to the dumb spring?" Bearskin's warrior heard some clues and looked at Wuwuyi seriously. "Listen to me, the god of the spring has decided to help Aztlan. Continue to help. Those bearded men won’t end up well, so you should switch sides as soon as possible!”
"Huh? The god of springs has formed an alliance with Aztlan? Have you been bewitched by some demon?" Wuwuyi asked, "Our gods and the gods of Aztlan have never crossed paths. What you said Where is that divine envoy now?"
The two warriors snorted.
"I'm not afraid to tell you! That messenger is in our Mescalero department now!"
"Hey~ this is good news, good news, right?" Gan turned to look at Wuwuyi excitedly, "I can duel again, and I can duel with a very powerful person again!"
"I want to go too." Wuwuyi looked serious, "I must confirm the matter about the God of Spring Water."
"Okay! Where are the Mescalero tribe going?"
"I remember it was in that direction...Eeeah! Gan, don't always accelerate suddenly like this..."
Leaving behind the two fallen warriors, Gan happily rushed towards the direction pointed by Wuwu Yi.
(End of chapter)
