The scorching sun casts its rays, the bonfire smokes, and the priest blows the bone trumpet. The tribal leaders looked at the two captains beside the fire pit with burning eyes and shouted excitedly.
Giowa and Nerpa each held war clubs in their hands and stood facing each other. According to tribal tradition, neither of them was equipped with a shield, and the victory or defeat was only a matter of moments. Giowa raised his war stick forward and slightly retracted his right arm, assuming a defensive posture.
"Come on, Nelpa, attack as much as you like! Just like when you were a child and I trained you in martial arts!" After hearing this, Nelpa's eyes flashed. The age difference between the two is eight years. They are both descendants of gods in mountain cities. In fact, they have known each other since childhood and have fought side by side many times... Nerpa shook her head vigorously and said in a deep voice.
"Giowa, thank you for your teaching back then. My martial arts has surpassed yours! You were once my respected brother, but now, you are wrong!"
After saying that, Nelpa's expression became determined. He took small steps, raised his war stick diagonally, slowly approached Giowa, and then suddenly advanced and slashed diagonally!
Faced with this powerful and heavy blow, Giowa was well prepared. He quickly took a step back, then raised his war stick to block, making a "dong" sound. The weapons of the two were separated at the first touch. Nelpa immediately moved her steps to the left, changed her position, swung the war stick fiercely, and struck another swift blow!
Giowa frowned slightly and stepped back to block again. Nelpa is in her early thirties and is at the peak of her physical fitness. Her movements are extremely fast and powerful, and her combat skills are not bad at all, or even more powerful! He was like a dancing butterfly, constantly flying around Giowa, and every time he approached, it was a blow to the vital point!
The two men's physical strength was consumed rapidly. Giowa's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and his blocking movements became more and more difficult. He was forced to keep moving back, and soon he came to the flames of the fire pit, with no way to retreat! Seeing this, Nelpa's eyes lit up, and a victorious smile appeared on her face, which then turned into a touch of sadness.
"Giowa, my brother. You are old and you have taken the wrong path. Let me take you on your way! Roar!"
Nelpa let out a dull growl, like a roaring beast. He strode forward, no longer holding back his feet, and rushed within two steps of Giowa. Then, he first made a quick vertical chop, causing the opponent's war stick to lift up. Then he turned the war stick, holding it with both hands, and drew a clever arc, sending a fatal horizontal slash towards the opponent's exposed waist and abdomen!
"it's over!"
Giowa's frown suddenly opened and turned into an indifferent smile. He whispered, held the stick with both hands, made exactly the same movements, and slashed horizontally towards the opponent's chest and neck with all his strength.
"O Ancestral God!"
The tribal leaders in the venue suddenly exclaimed. The two captains are attacking each other's vital points at the same time. Are they going to die together?
"Bah...dang!"
The swinging war stick successfully cut through the cotton robe and the surface of the cotton armor, and then suddenly stopped, making a sharp metal clash!
"What? This!..."
Nelpa's confident expression froze instantly. He first hit the opponent's vital point, but he struck it on solid metal. He was unable to break through the opponent's armor and cause real damage!
"Roar!"
Giowa groaned in pain, but his attack movements did not change. He was still calm and powerful, hitting the vital point directly.
The war stick is coming in an instant, and Nelpa's movements are so effective that there is no time to dodge. He tried his best and turned slightly sideways, then there was a sharp pain in his chest.
"ah!"
Giowa cut through the cotton armor and succeeded with one blow, leaving his opponent no chance to come back. He took a step forward again, pulled out the copper ax from his waist with his left hand, and slashed at Nerpa's neck mercilessly!
"Uh...poof..."
Blood spurted out instantly, splashing all over Giowa's head and face, making his world a bright red. Nelpa only let out half a scream before suddenly losing strength. It was as if his swim bladder had been punctured instantly, spurting out blood and falling limply to the ground.
Giowa quickly took two steps back and quickly wiped the warmth that splashed into his eyes with his sleeve. Then, he stared at the motionless Nelpa, held the weapon again, and slowly walked forward.
Nelpa opened her eyes wide and lay quietly on the ground, looking at the deep sky. His mouth opened and closed in a murmur, but no sound came out, only the soft sound of blood flowing. Giowa glanced twice, then carefully knelt down and put his ear to Nelpa's mouth.
"...Wah...you...wrong..."
Nelpa's eyes burst into a final burst of brightness. He tried his best to open his mouth, but could only let out a faint whimper. As soon as Giowa struggled to distinguish three words, his sobs completely disappeared in the wind.
Giowa lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand, and closed Nelpa's wide eyes. Some past events came to his mind, and he pressed them down hard. After a while, he spoke in a low voice to his old friend who could no longer hear him.
"The ups and downs of these troubled times are like turbid fruit wine. This mountain city is indistinct, but it is just the residue of wine... Nerpa, you and I raise glasses together, what's the right or wrong? It's just until death..."
After Giowa finished speaking in a low voice, he closed his eyes and took a few quiet breaths, as if praying silently. Soon, the shouts of the tribal leaders sounded violently, and the boiling waves were like waves, lifting him to the height of his desire layer by layer!
"The leader of the mountain city!"
"Chief of the Otomi!"
"Bird Shooter, King of Bird Shooters!..."
Listening to the cheers of the crowd, Giowa stood up slowly, with a cheerful smile on his face. In the inherited mythology, the ancestors of the Otomi people were hunters in the northern part of the plateau, and Otomi means "bird shooter". They settled in towering mountain cities and gained a certain divinity from the sacred birds in the sky.
"Ancestral Witness! The leader of the ancestral land of Mountain City, the heir to the ancestral scepter, is the divine nobleman of Mountain City, Giowa!"
An old female voice sounded loudly, announcing the end of the election. Everyone's eyes were focused on the standing news speaker, and no one paid attention to the blood-stained corpse lying down. Giowa strode forward, took the ancestral scepter from the wife of the former leader, and cheers broke out again.
Giowa looked around and walked toward the east of the venue. He came to Xiulote, slowly knelt down on one knee, raised the scepter with both hands, and bowed his head respectfully.
"Your Highness, I dedicate the glory of the Otomi people to you, to the supreme king, and to the sun of the Otomi people!"
There was a sudden silence in the venue, and the leaders looked at each other. This was a sacred ceremony of allegiance.
Under the wolf flag, Shulot smiled with satisfaction. He took the scepter from Giowa, shook the opponent's hair vigorously, and handed the scepter back to Giowa's hand again. Then, he took off the sun amulet from his neck and put it on Giowa's neck in front of everyone.
"The supreme god protects you! Giowa, the great alliance witnesses everything. From today on, you are the city lord of Otopan and the leader of the Otomi people!"
Giowa stood up and turned to everyone in the venue. He stood beside the king, holding the ancestral scepter high in one hand and holding the sun amulet around his neck with the other. Seeing this historic scene, the tribal leaders were silent for a moment, and suddenly burst into warm cheers.
"The city lord of the Mexica Alliance, the leader of the Otomi people!..."
The eyes of the Saka priests burned with fire. He looked past Nelpa's cold body without so much as a glance. Under the gaze of everyone, the Chaos Priest walked up to Giowa and shouted angrily.
"Giowa, as the military leader of the tribe, you actually converted to the Mexica god of war!"
"Priest Saka, the God of War is also our god and protects the Otomi people."
Giowa narrowed his eyes and answered calmly.
"This is a naked betrayal! Under the leadership of you and Ort, the Otomi people are about to go astray and be abandoned by their ancestors!"
Saka roared, looked at the tribal leaders present, and cursed loudly.
"How can you not pay the price for taking refuge in the greedy Mexica people? Aren't you ashamed of abandoning the faith of the ancestors in front of the graves of your ancestors?!"
Hearing this, many tribal leaders turned their heads, unwilling to look into Saka's eyes, obviously feeling guilty. Seeing this scene, Hulot frowned slightly and quietly patted Giowa's shoulder.
"Saka, get out of the mountain city, you are the one who betrayed the tribe!"
Giowa raised the staff high and shouted harshly.
"Nelpa just left her last words before she died, confessing to me!"
"He said that the reason why you are enemies of the Mexicans and refuse military assistance from the alliance is because you have already colluded with the canine people in the north, made a kneeling contract, and abandoned the land of the Palm State! Everything you are doing now , all for the sake of seeking power, without caring about the future of the Otomi people at all!"
Hearing this, the tribal leaders all changed their colors. Some of them remained silent, some showed doubts, and they all looked at the respected priest Saka.
"What? What did you say?!"
Sarkar looked shocked and his eyes turned red when he heard the accusation.
"This is complete slander!"
"Saka, the new leader of the mountain city has been elected! Although you are a distinguished priest of chaos, the priests of the mountain city do not welcome you. Please leave immediately and return to your family's fiefdom! A truly noble priest should lead the warriors to Go to the front line in the north and fight the ferocious canine descendants instead of causing civil strife in the ancestral land!"
Alter raised his scepter and stepped forward. He stared quietly at Saka's red eyes, and Saka stared closely at him. After a while, Saka looked at the expressions of the surrounding tribal leaders and gritted his teeth.
"Alt, you are wrong! The time of the ancestor god will prove everything, and we will definitely meet again!"
After saying that, Saka took dozens of direct temple priests and hundreds of loyal family warriors and walked out of the city in dejection.
Alter looked at Shulot, and the king nodded affirmatively. Five hundred barbarian mercenaries have already been ambushing in the mountains and forests outside the city, and three hundred jaguar warriors are responsible for the finishing touches. The old priest looked at the backs of Saka and the priests again, and sighed heavily.
"Saka, we will meet again... Goodbye in the Kingdom of God!"
