The dog-born warriors went south, and the coalition scouts went north. They approached each other for reconnaissance, and they were destined to meet in the mountains and forests of the plateau. From Otopan State to Palm State, the scout team fought continuously, and hundreds of soldiers fell. The blood flows with warmth, dyeing the lush green grass red, moistening the loess on the plateau, and soaking the desolate forest outside the mountain city.
The situation in Otto Pampang became increasingly tense, and canine figures became more and more common. Soon, shocking news reached the mountain city.
The team of Chaos Priest Saka were attacked on their way back to their fiefdom. The dangerous wild forest swallowed up everything. All the priests of the Saka family died in the battle, and no one was spared. The few surviving samurai fled into the mountain city and described the attackers' faces, attire, and weapons. The knowledgeable old priest Alter looked sad and asked in person, confirming that he was a canine barbarian.
Upon hearing this tragic news, some of the tribal leaders in the mountain city were filled with indignation, some were sad and fearful, some were shocked, and some even went to the leader's longhouse overnight to swear allegiance to Giowa.
Later, Giowa personally led the warriors to the scene of the attack. He gathered the bodies of the priests, held funeral prayers, and cremated them in the wind with his own hands. The curling green smoke floats from the fire, taking away the souls of the deceased and the disputes of the past. After the funeral, the new leader's reputation rose again, and the old priest's prestige returned to its peak. Because the king will be defeated and the bandit will be defeated, life and death will be different, everything is a foregone conclusion.
A few days later, the kingdom's wolf flag was erected at the top of the city, next to the new leader's black bird flag. In the temple in the center of the city, the flags of the God of War and the God of Ancestors stood one after another, flying high. These changes are quiet and natural. The once chaotic human hearts in the mountain city were condensed into a whole.
The night flies away with the wind, the clouds and rain spread during the day, and the ancestor gods sigh and send out wind and thunder. The green smoke of burning wasteland rises from the fields, and the melodious singing sings softly in the sky. May falls from the smoke-filled song, entwined with the first rain of spring.
Shulot stood on the city wall of Otopan, looking at the birds flying in the mountains. A large group of migrating songbirds stayed around the mountain city and did not go north for a long time. They seemed to consider this place their new home and even started building nests.
"Spring plowing is approaching, and the cold wave in the north has not yet dissipated. It seems that the descendants of the Guakili dogs will never retreat."
"Your Highness is wise. The scouts reported that the Guakili canine descendants have built camps, occupied fertile land by the river, and settled in Parmus State one after another. Eight large tribes were scattered, each occupying warm valleys. They robbed those who were good at farming. The mountain people, after plundering enough grain, are working hard to restore the farmland in the north and prepare for the upcoming spring plowing. However, the ordinary tribes of thousands of people spread out and looted everywhere, and five or six invaded the northern boundary of Otopan State. , there is even a canine team approaching the outskirts of the mountain city."
Having said this, Bertard looked at the Ottomi warriors guarding in the distance and lowered his voice cautiously.
"Along with these ordinary tribes, there were two groups of red-haired scouts from large tribes. They met our scouts and there was no conflict. Instead, they sent messages."
"Oh? A message from the descendant of Guakili?"
Shulot raised his eyebrows.
"What did they say?"
"Eight large tribes formed a preliminary tribal alliance. The leader of the alliance is Chichika of the 'Red Dog' tribe, and the deputy leader is Otuwa of the 'Red Fox' tribe. Otuwa is also an old tribal priest. . When he heard that the Praetorian Guards were heading north, he sent out scouts to pay tribute to his brothers from Aztlan, the great chiefs of Mexica."
"Chichica, chichi hound? Otohua, oztohua fox?"
Xuelot muttered these two names and easily found similar meanings in Mexica. He frowned.
"They call us, brothers from 'Aztlan'?"
"Yes, Your Highness. The language of the Guakili people is similar to that of the Otomi people, and is also very similar to us... Of course, we Mexica have no blood relationship with them. They are truly from the same family as us. The bloodline is the Tlaxcala people, the sworn enemy of the alliance in the east."
Xiulote nodded. This lexicon of language hides the true history of ethnic migration thousands of years ago, but it is meaningless at this moment.
"What did the Guakili messenger say?"
"The Guakili people have heard of the reputation of the Alliance and know the divinity of His Highness, and want to live in peace with us. They are willing to surrender to the Alliance in name, using the existing territory of Parmus State as the boundary, and ensuring the stability of the northern border , no longer plundering south. In addition, they received news from the Guamar dog descendants, requesting trade with the Alliance, and exchanged the plundered ding, gold and silver for food, salt, cotton cloth, and sacred red fur and Dye. Finally, Otois has another proposal..."
Bertard paused and looked around cautiously again.
"What proposal?"
Shulot became more interested. It can be seen from the words of the messenger that the Guakili people are not barbaric tribes who only fight like wild beasts and are completely unable to communicate, at least not the leaders of the tribe.
"Otua pays tribute to the great chief of Mexica. Their Guakili tribe is willing to send troops and cooperate with the alliance to eliminate the Otomi forces in the remaining two states! After the destruction of the Otomi people, they only need to feed the tribe. We have nothing to ask for, including living supplies, land and Dingkou, they all belong to the alliance!"
"Haha, sowing discord, such a simple strategy..."
Hearing this, Shulot laughed. There is no basis for mutual trust between the Alliance and the Guakili people, so there is no possibility of cooperation at all. It’s just that the Guakili’s proposal strikes a chord with greed. Land and Dingkou were exactly what the king wanted, which made him feel a little emotional.
"What a cunning fox! As long as the alliance has the slightest suspicion and replies to the canine messenger, the provocative rumors will spread everywhere and destroy the mutual trust between us and the Otomi people."
The king shook his head. His eyes were bright and he said with certainty.
"The Otomi people are friends of the alliance and the future people of the kingdom. The Guakili canine descendants are our enemies and the targets of this expedition. The strategy of the kingdom has been decided long ago and there is no room for wavering! Send the order to the scouts and encounter them in the future. The envoys of the Guakili people will all be regarded as enemy warriors and will be killed without mercy!"
Bertard immediately took out a pen and paper and wrote down His Highness's royal order. Then, he thought for a moment and pondered.
"Your Highness, will your royal order be also communicated to the Otopan Army? On the one hand, it will let General Giowa know and stabilize the minds of the Otomi people; on the other hand, it will also take advantage of the situation to bring the army of the mountain city under the command of the kingdom. Down."
Shulot pondered for a while and nodded in agreement. He ordered with a smile.
"Good suggestion, let's do it like this! Haha, Bertard, since Giowa has become an independent party and has become the leader of the Otomi people, it is not good to use the old names anymore, and they need to be given due respect. From now on Starting today, tell all the generals that Giowa has become the prince of the kingdom, and the seat is next to me! Well, send an envoy to the capital city in the lake to report the latest news about the Otomi people to King Avit. In addition, send My personal guard, I invite Prince Giowa to have dinner with me."
"These days, Giowa is quite busy, constantly summoning tribal leaders and mobilizing warriors from all over the world. The only major events in the world are sacrifices, farming and war. Now that spring plowing is approaching, people's hearts are on the fields, and the harassment of dogs has become more serious. Frequently. It’s time to sit down and discuss the major matters of farming and sending troops!”
The king's voice dispersed into the wind, and the cicadas chirped in low tones. In May, there is a whistle, in July there is fire, and the hot summer is coming, just like the wind and thunder in the rainy season, sounding the prelude of war.
