The bonfire swayed in the camp, and the darkness waxed and waned. The red frog messenger looked panicked, while Shulot smiled broadly. When the two people's eyes met, the messenger shuddered and spoke with some fear.
"Ah, wise chief! I am from the Red Frog Tribe..."
Having said this, the messenger paused and looked at Shulot with wide eyes. He hesitated for a while, but finally gave in.
"Greetings to you, the respected Chief of Death! I am Koka, the war-savvy Red Frog Chief!"
"Oh, Chief Cocker!"
Shulot looked calm and nodded slowly. He had already guessed the answer. The king pondered for a while and waved to the surrounding guards.
"Let him go."
The guards let go and stepped back, but Coca's strength gave out and he knelt on the ground.
"Coca, why did you come here in person? Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the alliance and sacrificed to the gods on the spot?"
Shulot asked with a smile. He was quite interested in the red frog chief. The opponent was able to defend the camp under Tao Tribulus's throw, resist the Black Wolf's attack, and shoot and injure his favorite general. Now he dares to act as an envoy in person and come directly to meet with him... If nothing else, he does have a beast-like acumen, tenacity and bravery.
Chief Red Frog trembled when he heard the sacrifice. He remained kneeling, raised his head and shouted.
"Great Chief, only by coming in person can I show my sincerity in surrender!"
"Oh? But at the beginning, you didn't take the initiative to reveal your identity. If you are so hidden, you might as well sacrifice it! The Red Frog tribe suddenly lost its leader, and it must be in a panic. There will be a battle tomorrow!"
Shulot shook his head and laughed. He looked into Chief Red Frog's round eyes and threatened him coldly.
Koka was speechless for a moment, then fell to the ground in fear and shouted tremblingly.
"Great Chief, I am in awe of your power and I sincerely surrender to you! The reason why I did not reveal my identity immediately is because I shot and wounded your general in the previous battle. I dare not get your promise of protection before To be honest with you..."
"I am willing to lead all the tribes in the valley to surrender and fight for you! I am also willing to contact all the tribes in the wasteland for you, so that they all respect you as the co-owner of the wasteland! Chief, your ambition is as high as the sky and your mind is as broad as the wasteland. ! I am the first wilderness coyote to surrender to you, why do you have to kill me and let the warriors feel cold?"
"Fight for me, co-owner of the wasteland?..."
Hearing this, Shulot was silent. He looked at Chief Hui Red Frog's expression that didn't seem to be hypocritical, but then asked another thing.
"Coca, in the Battle of Taniguchi, you faced the exploding sphere of divine power for the first time. Aren't you afraid of the gods? How did you think and quickly find a way to deal with it?"
"Well..."
Coca stared, a little surprised. He raised his head and looked at Shulot carefully.
"So that's a ball of divine power? I thought it was the magic of the Cactus tribe, ah no, magic... Of course the gods have to be afraid, but how can you be distracted on the battlefield? You have to wait until you survive to sacrifice more. Birds and beasts... As for dealing with it, as long as the evil... and the magic are not allowed to fall into the camp, it will not be able to harm the camp. I have been watching carefully..."
"Yes, Not Bad."
Shulot looked at Chief Red Frog again with great interest.
"Coca, have you seen the giant beasts running in groups in the wasteland?"
"Ah? I've seen it before. I heard from the priests in the tribe that these giant beasts are mainly found in the remote northeastern grasslands, and occasionally some go to the Coahuila wilderness. They are extremely powerful, run fast, and are very troublesome to capture. But Just killing one can feed hundreds of people for two days."
Facing the chief's question, Koka was a little confused. But since he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it and answered frankly.
"Um."
Xiuluo nodded, pondered slightly, and asked again.
"Coca, if you encounter a foreign race riding a giant beast, claiming to be the incarnation of the gods. They have weapons as loud as thunder and armor that is difficult to penetrate, how will you deal with it?"
"Huh? A foreign race riding a giant beast? Wouldn't that have a lot of meat, enough for the tribe to eat for a long time..."
Koka stared and touched his waist, but remembered that the weapons had been taken away. He thought for a moment and spoke carefully again.
"Since he is a man of God, he must be careful to be respectful and show his surrender."
"What if the other side wants to steal your food, kill your men, and plunder your women?"
"Ah! Are there many of them? Can they fly?"
"There aren't many people, and they can't fly."
"Then there's no need to run away, just kill them!"
There was a fierce light in Koka's eyes. He looked at Shulot, then carefully lowered his head and explained in a low voice.
"Great Chief, the priests in the wilderness often say that nature is a rotating ring. Everything in the world has weaknesses, and both divine and evil magic have flaws. Giant beasts cannot run in the mountains, and thunder cannot fall all the time. And thick Skin can't cover your eyes and prevent you from falling... Even a god can try to kill you. If you can't kill him, just run away..."
Hearing this, Shulot stared at Coca's face and said nothing for a long time.
The red fox chief in front of him has a gray face, but he has an innate wildness, a cunningness to survive like a beast, and a heart that is not afraid of the gods... In some respects, this is really a rare person. The general is worth using.
The king thought for a moment and finally made a decision.
"Coca, do you believe in gods and are you willing to sacrifice for them?"
"Ah, this...I..."
Koka's expression changed, and it took him a while before he reluctantly answered.
"All things have animism... I naturally believe in gods. To sacrifice for the gods, it is better to wait until I am about to die... Ah, great chief, I swear by my ancestors that I am willing to fight for you and die for you! "
Koka fell to the ground again and reached out to hug Xilot's leg.
"Great Chief, please accept my surrender! The Red Fox Tribe only wants to keep 4,000 people and keep the chief's life! I will donate the entire Red Fox Valley and the other ten thousand tribes to you!"
"Okay. Coca, you get up. I accept your surrender, forgive your sins, and save your tribe and life!"
Shulot waved his hand, signaling Barda to put away his weapon. The guards on the left and right stepped forward and forcibly helped Chief Red Fox up. The king looked into the other person's eyes and said with a smile.
"You said you wanted to fight for me, so I will give you this opportunity! Coca, the Lord God needs your chief as a sacrifice... You go back, I will give you one day, tie up the red cat chief, and then surrender the camp!"
Hearing this, Coca's face showed joy. Just a few breaths later, he hesitated again.
"Warchief, your promise...witness..."
"Um?"
Xiulote looked at him coldly, and Chief Red Fox fell to the ground again, just staying still. The king thought for a moment, then raised his staff and spoke slowly.
"Coca, I swear by the honor of my ancestors, I accept your surrender and promise your future!"
"Great Chief, as my ancestors have witnessed, I will definitely die for you!"
Keka was overjoyed, kowtowed heavily on the ground several times, then got up and left.
"I'll go back to camp right away and kidnap Mizli for you!"
Shulot smiled faintly and nodded slightly. He watched Coca open the big tent and, accompanied by his personal guards, plunged into the deep darkness. Then, the king turned his head and ordered in a deep voice.
"Order the craftsmen to check the wooden cannons and gunpowder! Order the guard battalion to check the gunpowder and rocket launchers! Distribute the bronze armor in the camp to the warriors trapped in the battle! Send the Parmus warriors to block the north and south mountain roads. Send an order to Bertard, and prepare the entire army for a day. , to join up with Chalki’s reinforcements. If the Guakili people don’t surrender, two armies will attack the camp early the next morning!”
The guards bowed their heads in salute and left with murderous intent on their faces.
The moon sets and disappears over the mountains, the morning light lights up the sky, and before you know it, it's dawn again. The Mexican legions at the mouth of the east and west valleys gradually awakened. Thousands of warriors prepared for war, like beasts showing their claws. On the afternoon of the second day, Chief Chalki's advance reinforcements finally arrived at the entrance of the northwest valley, and more than two thousand Parmus warriors also blocked the mountain roads in the north and south of the valley. More than 20,000 Guakili dog descendants have been firmly locked in cages, waiting for their fate to be judged!
