The sky is always unpredictable during the rainy season. The sun was shining a moment ago, but it was cloudy in the next moment. Dark clouds cover the sun, making the earth gloomy and leaving shadows in people's hearts.
Following Ozoma's shout, Bertard instantly raised his bronze sword and stood in front of His Highness. Toltec drew out his war club and stood guard behind His Highness. Koka's hand was pressed on the battle stick at his waist. He wanted to draw his weapon and defend the war chief. But after taking a look at the vigilant General Black Wolf, he put down his hand again and just stood there, motionless.
Shulot looked confused. He turned his head, glanced lightly at the old priest Taiya, and then looked at Arnold who was lying on the ground.
"How is this going?"
Faced with the sudden change, the old priest Taiya was at a loss. He knelt on the ground in fear, kowtowed vigorously, and shouted anxiously.
"Ah! Your Majesty, Arnold, he, he has been diligent in the past few months, working hard in spring plowing, believing in the Lord God... He, he is not an assassin!"
Something happened suddenly, and Ashulote was in a state of confusion the whole time. He endured the pain of being kicked in the abdomen and said shivering.
"Your Majesty, I, I am not..."
"He's the real red-headed hunter!"
Ozoma was determined. He raised his arm lightly and pointed at Ashulote's red hair with his war stick.
"Witness the Lord God! Your Majesty, look at the color of this hair. It is a real wasteland dye! Cocker can definitely tell it!... He is a red-haired hunter who hides his identity. He pretends to be stupid and sneaks into you with evil intentions!"
"Hmm? Cocker, tell me."
Koka took a step forward with his hands free. His eyes widened and he glanced at Ashulote's hair. Then, he closed his eyes, shook his head, took another step forward, and took a closer look again.
"Uh... Dear Chief, this is indeed the dye of the wasteland."
Then, Koka grabbed Ashulote's right hand, looked at the thick calluses formed on the index finger and middle finger of the opponent's long-term archery, and replied in the affirmative.
"The great chief, he is an elite red-haired hunter!"
Ashulote suddenly trembled all over and his face turned ashen. he said tremblingly.
"Your Majesty, I am a red-haired hunter, but I am not an assassin..."
Shulot frowned and stared at the gray-faced Guakili headman in front of him. he asked in a deep voice.
"Arnaud, who are you?"
"I...I was a prisoner of the Eastern Dog-born. I was routed on the night when Skyfire struck, and then captured by His Majesty's legions. Then, I was incorporated into the flag team and went south, crossed the river, and was placed here... "
Ashulote was telling the truth from beginning to end, his expression was so sincere that tears were about to fall from his eyes.
"I...I ran away from His Majesty's military service because I no longer want to hold a bow and fight. I just want to farm with peace of mind until the end of my life...I have always done my duty honestly. This time, I did not know anything about the recommendation of Taiya Priest... Your Majesty, I am really not an assassin! I don’t even have a dagger on me!”
Listening to Ashulote's sincere words, Ashulote was a little moved. He glanced at Black Wolf calmly, and the other party stepped forward and carefully groped Ashulote's body. Afterwards, Hei Lang replied respectfully.
"Your Highness, there is indeed no weapon on him."
The king then nodded slowly. He looked at Ashulote's expression and saw no trace of lying, only a look of grievance and fear on his face. The king sighed softly.
"Arnaud, you were defeated and captured. You were afraid of fighting and escaped from the military service. According to the law, you should be executed!... But seeing that you have performed well and believe in the Lord God, the punishment can be appropriately reduced... Someone come and tie him up." Get up and give me 30 lashes!"
Ashulote lowered his head and breathed a sigh of relief. He did not resist and was tied up obediently by the bodyguards. Then, a weapon took out a long whip, looked solemn, and swung it hard.
"Woooo..."
Accompanied by the popping sound, severe pain came from behind. Ashulote gritted his teeth hard and did not scream. He just made a painful and low whine, like an injured coyote in the wasteland.
"Yeah, he's a man."
Seeing Ashulote's tenacious performance, Ashulote nodded secretly and began to love talents again.
By the time the actual 30 lashes were finished, Ashulote was already covered in sweat and blood. He almost collapsed on the ground and couldn't even move his fingers.
Shulot took a step forward, looked into Ashlot's eyes, and said in a deep voice.
"Arnold, these 30 lashes are your punishment for escaping military service. But the light of the Lord God will illuminate every believer and give them a chance to save themselves! My previous promise is still valid. You will be downgraded, but you will still You are a servant of the Lord God. From today on, you will serve as the first-level preaching priest of the nearby Guakili village! You must always keep the Lord God’s teachings in your heart, and use your pious heart to guide more Guakili people to devote themselves to the Lord God. The embrace of!"
"Ah! Your Majesty, thank you for your generosity and kindness! Arnold, you must obey your Majesty's will with a guilty heart and spread the glory of the Lord God!"
Seeing the turning point, the old priest Taiya quickly stepped forward to pull Arnold and took him to salute His Majesty.
"...Thank you for your generosity and kindness...I will obey your will and spread the glory of the Lord God...Praise the Lord God!"
Ashulote was limp and was pulled by Taiya to salute. He endured the severe pain all over his body and repeated tremblingly. After being tortured like this, half of his life was lost. Fortunately, he was finally out of danger. Damn it, I can't live this life. After the Death Chief left and he recovered from his injuries, he immediately got a small boat and fled to the other side of the river!
"Well. Praise the Lord God! That's it for today's inspection."
Shulot nodded. After this encounter, he had no interest in staying. Before leaving, the king took another look at Arnold, who was covered in injuries. He felt compassion and said to the warrior commander.
"Bertard, wash his wound and apply the royal wound medicine. There should be no herbal medicine in the village. It is the rainy season now. If the wound is not treated well, it will be hopeless once it becomes infected and suppurates."
"Your Highness, be merciful!"
Bertard bowed deeply and from the bottom of his heart. Then, the warrior commander ordered two buckets of well water, and then washed them directly on Ashulote's horrified eyes!
"don't want..."
The turbulent water washed Arnold, who was unable to move, and washed his dusty face clean. Ozoma watched this scene with interest, and then his eyes widened for a moment.
"ah?!"
Ozoma opened his mouth in surprise like a monkey, and his mouth turned into a capital "O" shape. He looked at Arnold's face, shocked, and even stuttered. This, this is a person he never thought would appear here!
"...Yes, it's you?!"
Within a split second, Ozoma realized what a great achievement it was! He raised his war stick again, pointed at the pale Arnold, and shouted excitedly.
"Haha! What Arnold, you are Ashulote!! You are the Red Salamander Chief! You are indeed an assassin!!...Speak! Are you preparing to avenge Chichika by deliberately approaching His Majesty?"
"No, I am not..."
Ashulote was about to cry but had no tears, so he argued feebly.
"That's you! Even if your face turns to ashes, I can still recognize it!"
Ozoma looked excited. What could be more pleasurable than catching his former old enemy with his own hands? He immediately knelt down in front of the king and reported back.
"Your Majesty! He is the missing chief of the Red Salamander, the second chief among the eastern canine descendants after Chichika, Ashulote!"
"Ashulot!"
Shulot was shocked. In the Nahua language, "Ashulote" is a salamander that can regenerate limbs, and "Shulote" means death and rebirth. The two names are closely related and even have similar symbols in religion. Therefore, he always remembered the missing Red Salamander chief.
"Coca, is he Chief Red Salamander?"
Koka, the chief of the red frog, stepped forward again and looked at Ashulote's appearance over and over again. He has not seen Chief Red Salamander since last year when the southern invasion went smoothly and the eastern and western canine descendants were separated. Destiny is always fickle! Unexpectedly, they would meet again, more than a year later, in the south thousands of miles away from the wasteland, and in this capacity!
Koka stared for a while and sighed in his heart. He took a long breath and lowered his head to report back to the chief.
"Great Chief, he is indeed the famous red salamander leader in the wasteland, the immortal and smart Ashulote!"
