There was silence in the long, low house, with only the faint smell of blood wafting in the wind. Kakalo lay quietly on the ground, as if returning to the embrace of the Mother Earth. And the mysterious words were like prophecies, falling on the hearts of the three people, and they couldn't let go of them for a long time.
Bertard took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to detect the old priest's breath, turned around and shook his head.
"Your Highness, he is dead."
Shulot looked solemn and reached out to pick up the wooden board on the ground. He looked at his emblem and name and was speechless for a long time. After a while, he looked at Cocker.
"Coca, did you hear the old priest's last words clearly?"
"Ah, the respected Chief of Death!"
Kaka carefully glanced at the name on the board, and then glanced at Kakalo, who was lying dead on the ground. Although he did not believe in gods, when he encountered this mysterious phenomenon, he still regarded it as the prophecy of the wilderness priest and was full of awe for Shulot. Chief Red Frog lowered his head deeply and replied.
"Great Chief, Kakaro's last words were, Flower of Death, the soul you have been looking for is in the place where you keep traveling, and you can never catch it!"
Among the Chichimec people, "Alan" is the "flower of death", "away" also means "travel", and "meeting" and "capturing" are similar.
"Yeah, pretty much what I heard."
Shulot nodded calmly, but waves of turmoil arose in his heart.
"Know my name, know my emblem, the prophecy before death...The flower of death cannot capture me? Does this refer to the secret of my reincarnation?...The node of destiny is in the east? This is the prophecy colonizing Coming soon?...The shadow of death is coming from the south? Is this talking about the coming smallpox plague?...Is there anyone in this world who can really see through everything and predict the future?"
The king was silent for a long time, lost in thought. Bertard looked calm, and Cocker bowed his head respectfully. Time in the longhouse almost froze until a guard bowed his head and came forward.
"Your Highness, the envoy of the Eastern Route Army is outside the house. There is urgent military information."
Hearing this, Shulot woke up from his meditation. He thought for a moment and then ordered in a deep voice.
"Bertard, give this wise wilderness priest a good burial! Erect a tombstone for him and engrave his last words on it. Treat the surrendered tribal priests in each tribe kindly. Let them send two more people to sort out the wasteland inheritance here. Send them all to my big tent!"
"Follow your will, Your Highness! I will send men to check the priests in the wasteland."
Bertard bowed. As soon as Shulot took two steps, he remembered something again, turned around and asked.
"Coca, you said the Red Crow tribe was the first to escape?"
"Yes, Warchief."
"Where did they escape?"
"Uh... it should be the north, I just don't know if it's the northwest or the northeast."
Koka stared and couldn't answer.
The king shook his head slightly and ordered the warrior captain.
"Pay attention to the Red Crow tribe. It's best to catch their leader!"
"As you command, Your Highness!"
Shulot said nothing and strode out of the longhouse. There are too many secrets in this world, silently buried in the dust of history. And he is destined to leave his own footprints in the dust!
Outside the longhouse, an Otomi messenger was waiting. He was travel-stained, his face was covered with dust, and his eyes showed some anxiety. Seeing Shulot walking out, the messenger suddenly fell to his knees and shouted loudly.
"Your Highness! Two days ago, the Eastern Route Army was attacked by the Dogmen! Prince Giowa sent me to ask you for reinforcements!"
"Who is the leader of the Guakili canine descendants? How many tribes are here? How many warriors are there in total?"
Shulot's expression did not change and he asked in a deep voice. He had long expected that the Eastern Route Army would be attacked by the dogmen, and had ordered Giowa to set up camp for defense. Giowa relied on the camp, and even if he could not win, he would not be defeated.
"Your Highness, the leader of the canine descendants should be Red Dog Chief Chichika. The army fought for two days, and the flags of the five large tribes, Red Dog, Red Stork, Red Deer, Red Monkey, and Red Salamander, all appeared! The enemy in front of us It is estimated that there are 8,000 to 10,000. The Red Dog tribe sent more than 2,000 troops, the Red Stork, Red Deer, Red Monkey, and Red Newt each had more than 1,000 troops, and the other ordinary tribes also had 2,000 troops."
"Eight thousand to ten thousand?"
Shulot frowned. There are more than 60,000 canine descendants gathered near the city of Palms in the northeast. Armed with all the strong men, the maximum number of 20,000 can be mobilized. This number of troops sent proves that the canine descendants still have some strength left.
"Prince Giowa has eight thousand warriors in his hands! He has the same strength as the Guakili people, and he set up camp in advance. Why did he ask for help from me so quickly?"
"Your Highness, the Guakili dog descendants are divided into two groups. One group is the main force assembled. Five large tribes camp together to confront the prince in front. There are many red hairs in the large tribes. They harass the camp day and night, and the warriors are not allowed to do so. Rest.”
The messenger took a breath and replied carefully.
"The other route is the harassing partial division. More than two thousand soldiers from the ordinary tribes were divided into a dozen small teams and went around to the southwest of the camp. These ordinary tribes moved flexibly. After they dispersed behind the army, they continued to plunder the supply teams! I'll come At that time, the latest batch of grain transport teams had just been looted, and the militiamen suffered more than two hundred casualties..."
"What's Giowa doing?"
Hearing this, Shulot was a little dissatisfied.
"With eight thousand warriors in his hands, can't he even protect his own food route?"
"Your Highness, according to your order, Prince Giovanni set up a camp to defend it! The dog descendants attacked twice and left two hundred corpses behind, so they stopped attacking by force. There is still half a month of food in stock in the camp. As long as there are enough militiamen transporting food, the dog descendants cannot really block the food road."
Then, the Ottomi messenger looked hesitant. He looked at Cocker next to him, and Chief Red Frog took a few steps back consciously. The messenger then whispered.
"Your Highness, Prince, please forgive me! He has just assumed the position of leader of the mountain city, the bird-shooting king of the Otomi people. His reputation has not yet been established, and his control over the legion is not yet stable. The Guakili dog descendants are coming fiercely, and he does not dare to fight with him at this time. If the opponent loses the battle, the morale of the army will be shaken. Even if the battle is won, the Guakili people will be defeated and will not disperse, often setting ambushes. The previous leader of the mountain city won first and then lost. When chasing the fleeing enemy Ambushed by a sharpshooter..."
Having said this, the messenger paused, then suddenly fell to the ground and shouted loudly.
"Your Highness, the prince is holding on to the camp and it is unbreakable. He asks you to lead the army and join hands with him to defeat the enemy!"
Shulot thought for a while and nodded slowly. he said with a smile.
"It has only been a few months since he became the leader of the mountain city, but Giowa has indeed made a lot of progress! Go back and tell him to hold on for another five days. When I sort out the situation in the valley, I will lead the army eastward!"
The next few days were busy, with wounded soldiers having to rest on the spot and prisoners having to be managed in separate camps. Xiulote controlled the two legions and appeased the surrendered Guakili tribes. He detached one thousand warriors and three thousand militiamen from the Western Route Army to guard the valley and manage nearly 20,000 canine captives. Then, the king led more than 13,000 warriors, plus 3,000 red frog warriors, and the mighty army sent troops to the east!
