The day flies by, and in a blink of an eye it is dark again. Bonfires were lit on the extended ridge, stretching for miles. More than a dozen tribes and thousands of canine people camped in the open air, sleeping in a mixture of darkness and firelight, just like the camps of various tribes mixed together.
The dew is cold and the moss is green, and the evening wind is silent. In the silent night, Alan suddenly woke up. Like an alert lynx, she stood up suddenly and looked around, with a sharp obsidian dagger in her hand.
"Well?..."
There was nothing around but the tribal redheads sleeping in the grass nests. During the day, a grand sacrificial ceremony was held in the Mexican camp at the foot of the mountain, and mysterious prayers echoed throughout the day. The tribal warriors had been on alert for a day, and they were all sleeping a little deeply at this moment. Further away, there were a few alert scouts scattered around the edge of the camp, and it was unclear which tribe they belonged to.
Alan was a little confused. She touched her forehead, but she didn't feel sick. The girl hunter looked around the back camp again and paused.
In the gloomy night, a man was sitting under a short tree a dozen steps away, almost blending in with the tree. Alan narrowed his eyes and quietly touched the hunting bow.
"Alan, it's me."
A familiar voice came, and the man raised his head, exposing his incomplete left ear.
"Daddy?"
Alan breathed a sigh of relief. She put the bow on her back and stood up to approach.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
"I felt a little uneasy and woke up very early."
Amosi frowned, but looked at the mountains on both sides, as if trying to see through the deep darkness. The elite scout's intuition allowed him to smell danger, but he couldn't tell where it came from.
"I feel like something's not right."
"Ah? Dad, I can't sleep either."
Alan wrinkled his little nose and sniffed carefully. There was still the same canine smell in the wind.
"What's wrong?"
"...have no idea."
"Did the Mexica chant a spell and try a spell on us during the day?"
"...Not like that. Everyone else was sleeping soundly."
Amosi shook his head. Alan is an excellent hunter that he personally trained, and he also has beast-like intuition. If both of them feel something is wrong, it must not be an illusion. Chief Red Crow took a few steps irritably. More than a hundred red-haired tribesmen were here, mixed together with other ordinary tribes, unorganized and unfamiliar with each other. Only a small section of the fence in the back camp has been repaired...
Amosi looked at the swaying campfire in the back camp again, and finally made up his mind.
"Alan, wake up the soldiers. I will take some experienced red-haired scouts to patrol outside!"
"Okay, Dad, you can go with peace of mind!"
Alan nodded firmly and went to work immediately.
Without hesitation, Amosi took six thousand elite red-haired men and walked towards the edge of the forest. When the group passed the bonfire, they greeted a dozen soldiers who were on guard.
"Thanks for your hard work."
"Ah, where are you going so late?"
"I've eaten too much raw corn and bugs, and I'm upset. Go outside to the woods to get rid of it."
"...so many people?"
"Yeah. It's not comfortable."
Amosi responded casually. The fire was dim and shadowy, and a dozen soldiers gathered together. Chief Red Crow glanced at the warriors on duty and asked calmly.
"Which tribe are you from?"
"Red Rabbit. Our camp is to the south."
The red-haired captain answered simply without any hesitation. He looked at Amosi and asked too.
"what about you?"
"Red Crow."
"Red Crow?"
The firelight flickered and shadows fell. The red-haired captain's eyes flashed, and there was some fluctuation.
Amosi heard the inquiry and explained again.
"We are a tribe that escaped from the valley in the west. We just arrived in the east not long ago."
"oh."
The two of them said nothing more. Before leaving, Amosi glanced at him and vaguely felt that the captain looked familiar, but he didn't see it clearly.
"Quack!"
There were few stars in the moonlight, and the short-billed crow was chirping in the sparse forest, with a somewhat ominous meaning. Amosi didn't get very far. He lay on the ground, looked at the marks on the grass for a while, and listened to the chirping of birds not far away, and felt a little calmer.
"There are no traces of a large group of enemies lurking...Am I really under a Mexica spell?"
Amosi shook his head, reached out and picked up a handful of leaves, and smiled at the elite following him.
"Now that everyone is out, let's deal with it on the spot...go back and have a good night's sleep."
The group of people were all veterans. After relaxing for a moment, they walked back in a hurry. Soon, the vigil team appeared in front of everyone again. Amosi looked at it for a moment out of habit, and suddenly he was startled.
"How many people were keeping vigil just now?"
Amosi turned to look at the guard next to him.
"Three palms?"
The guards were not sure either.
"Now there are at least five palms!"
Amosi narrowed his eyes, looking a little serious. The night has darkened, it is the darkness before dawn. The soldiers were sleeping the most at this time, so how could so many people join the night watch?
"Uh... maybe it's for rotation."
The guard scratched his head, feeling that the chief was a little too suspicious.
"Get your weapons out."
Amosi waved his hand, took off the stone spear from behind, and hid it behind his back with one hand. The team paused for a moment, took off their weapons, and continued toward the vigil team.
The group of canine warriors keeping vigil seemed to have been keeping an eye on this place. At this time, under the leadership of the leader, they also stood up, left the edge of the camp, and walked towards Amosi. Under the dim moonlight, the two teams got closer and closer, and they both discovered the weapons in each other's hands and the hostility in their eyes.
"The new Chief of the Red Crows, Amosi?"
Seeing the stone spear in the opponent's hand, Miwa grinned, showing his sharp teeth. He was holding a hunting bow in his hand, and was wearing loose cloth armor with a pair of leather armor underneath. Behind him, there were nearly thirty elite warriors, surrounding each other from three sides.
"You are indeed alert. No wonder you can leave us with the red fox and escape from the valley first!"
Miwa's words were laced with hatred.
"Who are you..."
Amosi stopped in alarm. He looked at the few people behind him and then at the dim camp not far away, feeling in a dilemma. He tried hard to identify the other person's face, and suddenly an idea flashed across his face. The last time they met, it was just before dawn, when they worked together to encircle and suppress the infiltrating Parmus warriors.
"You are... Red Frog's bodyguard, Miwa!"
Amosi held the stone spear and took two steps back in shock.
"Why are you here?! The Red Frog Tribe, isn't it already..."
Having said this, Amosi's heart trembled, and his expression became extremely solemn.
"You actually risked your life to attack the camp for the sake of the Cactus tribe!..."
"So smart. I just like killing smart people."
Miwa gritted his teeth, the murderous intent on his face becoming more and more fierce. He raised his hunting bow and was about to take action at any moment.
Amosi's brain was working rapidly, and he struggled to force a smile. He did not shout loudly to alert the camp and stimulate the other side to take action, but lowered his voice.
"Brother Miwa, we are both tribes in the wasteland, and we fought together in the valley! That day the Red Frog tribe was in danger, and it was Ivican and I who risked our lives to save the Red Frog camp. We are all old friends, and we have many friends. There is some friendship... The Red Crow tribe was also abandoned by Red Fox, and even the old chief was lost. Everyone has struggled all the way to this day, all to survive and for the continuation of the tribe... Why do you have to fight for the cruel Aztecs? , so dedicated?"
After hearing these words, Miwa's expression changed and his expression softened slightly. Amosi continued to persuade.
"Brother Miwa, you are a real warrior! Among the three tribes in the valley, the Red Frog Tribe is the most adept at fighting, and even defeated the general of the Cactus Tribe! Chief Chichika loves warriors the most, and I can also say something in front of him. Recommended for you...as long as you go to the big leader..."
"Damn it! Amosi, I will never betray the chief, let alone kill him!"
Miwa suddenly became furious and interrupted Amosi. A shiver ran down Amosi's spine when he heard Miwa shout.
"The Death Chief has prayed to the powerful Lord God! The divine power controls the irresistible thunder and fire, which is about to fall from the sky! The entire Red Dog Alliance will be destroyed by the Lord God tonight..."
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Along with Miwa's shouts, four terrifying roars suddenly exploded in the valley, like world-destroying thunder!
"ah!"
After the Thunder God passed by, there was a moment of silence between heaven and earth. Then, there was a sudden cry of terror, rising in the camps for miles.
"The gods of the Cactus Tribe have arrived!"
"Fire from the sky burns the mountains, and the gods destroy the world!..."
Accompanied by sudden boiling shouts, more than a dozen huge fireballs rose from the Mexica camp and rolled towards the front camp in the mountains, like a spell from the gods! Then hundreds of rockets struck, like a meteor shower piercing the night. Rockets fell from the sky and shot into large campsites randomly, setting countless grass nests on fire!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
There were four more terrifying roars, shocking everyone's hearts. The shouts around him became more chaotic and terrifying, like boiling water. Within a moment, the entire canine camp fell into hysterical panic. Countless canine warriors woke up from their sleep, ran around in fear, were attacked again, and hacked each other crazily. The terrifying camp roar suddenly erupted, raging like a flood, and no one could stop it!
