"Bring the deer you hunted in the morning! Bring the mead you snatched! The spiritual ancestors protect the tribe. Today is a good day to welcome friends! I, Moqi, the short spear, will be here to fight with the Menghu tribe The tomato priest swears blood oath!"
Along the long river, the waves are rolling. It was evening, and the clouds were floating. Seven long ships approached the shore, and more than a hundred archers stood on the sides of the ships on guard. The dust noble Puap personally led sixty armored Prepecha warriors onto the land. He was fully armed, with a bronze cloth armor on his upper body, a spear in his right hand, a shield in his left hand, and a bronze ax on his waist.
"Haha! First he was attacked, then he was detained, and now he wants to swear an oath... he is so capricious, he is really a damned barbarian!"
The brave dust noble had a sullen face and cursed secretly. He clenched the bronze spear in his hand, always ready to rush forward to fight with the Puton tribe and protect the Tomat priests who swore an oath in front.
Opposite the kingdom warriors, dozens of steps away, were densely packed Puton warriors. They all held their stone spears erect, carried spears on their backs, and howled excitedly. Soon, under the chief's order, several tribal warriors wearing wooden armor came to the middle of the two teams carrying a stag that had been dead for half a day.
"Chief, fresh stag! Just right for the ceremony!"
"Yeah. Let me do it. The ancestors said that when you welcome friends, you must be sincere!"
Chief Mozi cut open the deer's front belly with his own hands and dug out the blood-coagulated heart. He wielded the dagger accurately and cut the dark red fresh deer heart into two even halves. Then, Chief Mozi's expression became solemn, he handed half of the deer's heart to Priest Tomat, and declared in a deep voice.
"Ancestors witness! Friends, we share the same heart of soul, and we also build a bond of mutual trust between our hearts!"
Seeing this scene, Priest Tomat raised his brows, understanding in his heart. In the understanding of various Chinese and American ministries, the heart is the location where the soul exists, and it also has mysterious spirituality. Many important rituals require the participation of the heart. At this moment, this deer heart is like a medium for casting spells, to declare that the two of them are of the same mind.
"The Lord God witnesses! Friends, we share the soul of the same heart. From then on, our souls are connected to each other, and our friendship, like souls, is inseparable!"
Priest Tomat looked solemn and solemnly declared. Then, the two of them lowered their heads at the same time and gulped down the bitter and fishy "witness".
Two steps away, Ti Carlo's brows were twitching and his expression was complicated. Because he knew that this was the first step in the Puton tribe's oath, and the next step was to make an alliance based on blood.
"The fierce Aztecs finally came to the Mayan world. And their first step was to form an alliance with the equally barbaric Puton tribe... Phew! O Serpent God! I guided them here , is it right or wrong?..."
The tide rises and falls, the river surges, and the general trend is always unstoppable. Within a moment, Priest Tomat and Chief Mozi raised their heads at the same time. The two of them looked at each other's dark red lips and red teeth, paused, and for some reason, burst out laughing at the same time!
"Haha! Praise the Lord God! Mozzi, my friend!"
"Hahaha! The ancestors have spirits! Tomat, my brother! Ho, ho!"
Chief Mozzi raised his head and howled wildly at the sunset. Then, he waved his hand and ordered.
"Bring me the wine!"
Two tribal warriors immediately stepped forward and brought a huge clay pot. The clay pot was filled with mead, but it was brewed from honey. Among the tribes, such wine can be used to treat diseases and disinfect wounds, so it is extremely precious.
"Come, brother, let's bleed together!"
Priest Thomas nodded. Then, he skillfully pulled out the obsidian dagger, cut the vein on the back of his palm, and then placed his hand vertically above the clay pot. Almost at the same time, another cut palm came over. The palms of the two people touched each other, blood gathered, and dropped into the wine, turning the golden mead red.
"Ancestors witness! The Short Spear Tribe is willing to become allies with the Menghu Tribe! From now on, we will support each other and never betray. If I violate my oath, I, the Short Spear Huoqi, will definitely die by a sharp blade!"
"Witness the Lord God! The kingdom in the lake is willing to become an ally with the Puton Short Spear Tribe! The warriors of both sides rely on each other and will never attack from behind. If the oath is violated, the Lord God Priest Tomat is willing to sacrifice himself. To the gods!”
The high-pitched vows echoed in the seaside sky under the gaze of the setting sun. The bright red warmth dyed the precious honey wine into their mouths again. After drinking the large jar of fishy-sweet mead, both of their faces turned slightly red. Then, the two raised their bloody right hands again and clasped them in the air! Tremendous cheers came from the mouths of the warriors of the Puton tribe!
"Allies! Brothers! Allies! Brothers! Oh ho!..."
A dozen steps away, Puap was speechless. He looked at the sudden change in the situation and was really at a loss. On the flagship, the old militiaman Chihuaco's eyes flashed, he raised his hands and started shouting.
"Allies! Brothers!...Why are you standing there in a daze? Let me howl loudly! Allies! Brothers!"
The cheering lasted only a moment, and a cheerful atmosphere filled the shore. The soldiers on both sides put down their weapons, grinned widely, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed. Chief Hodge ordered the soldiers to light a fire and roast the venison on the spot. Then, the two of them sat on the ground by the beach and really talked about important topics.
"Chief Mozzi, my brother, the glory of the Lord God has unified the western plateau! And now, her kind eyes have come to the Yucatan Peninsula for the first time, and she is watching you!"
Priest Tomat was extremely solemn. He took off the pure gold sun amulet from his body and put it on the neck of Chief Mozi.
"This is the talisman of the Lord God of Mexica! The supreme Lord God has chosen you. As long as you devoutly believe in the Lord God, you will receive her blessing!... Also, this book is the scripture of the Lord God, It can bring you God’s enlightenment!”
"..."
The corners of Chief Mozi's mouth twitched and he looked at the other party's solemn and enthusiastic expression without saying a word. He put on the pure gold amulet and put away the scriptures with pictures and texts. Then, he followed the fanatical priest and recited the prayers of the Lord God several times. "Praise the Lord God Huitzilopochtli! She governs all things and is omnipotent, giving us victory and bravery, light and harvest!..."
When Priest Tomat's face was full of joy, Chief Mozi couldn't wait and asked.
"Brother Tomat, you said that as long as I accept your friendship, there will be a good opportunity for the tribe to rise!... What exactly are the good opportunities and benefits you mentioned?"
"Moqi...Brother, please listen to me slowly telling you."
Priest Tomat thought for a moment, organized his words, and then answered with a smile.
"In order to resist the coming white-skinned evil demon, His Highness Shenqi leads us to the Snake Island in the east. Our fleet is just the pioneer of exploration and the scout of the army! After we determine the eastern route, we will continue to follow There are thousands of warriors from the kingdom coming! And the place where the Short Spear Tribe is is the place that must be passed through on the route."
"Huh? Thousands of warriors? Will they definitely pass through here?"
Hearing this, Chief Moqi's face became a little uncertain again. He glanced at Priest Tomat suspiciously and forced a smile.
"The Tiger warriors want to pass through here, but they need the Short Spear tribe to provide food and water?... As long as the price is right, it's not impossible."
"Haha! Moqi, my brother, the kingdom will never treat you badly or treat our allies in the east badly!"
Priest Thomas smiled. He saw Chief Mozzi's doubts and continued to explain.
"As long as the Short Spear tribe converts to the main god, the kingdom's priests will come to guide you in farming and help you build a city-state! And the kingdom's fleet will continue to bring wealth and make your tribe prosperous!"
"Farming? Building cities? Bringing wealth?"
Chief Mozzi curled his lips and shook his head in reply.
"Tomat, my brother, the life of the tribe is very good! Everyone is used to a life of moving from time to time. There is no need to make a circle of stones to surround ourselves like the people in the northern city-states. I heard that the northern city-states People who pursue gems and carry them into the grave when they die are simply stupider than grass rats! Those so-called wealth cannot be eaten, drunk, and cannot be used for fighting. It is useless to ask for so much!"
Hearing this, Priest Tomat's eyes flashed. He looked at Chief Mozi, who had already had an idea, and asked with a smile.
"Oh? Brother Mozzi, what do you want? You can tell me directly!"
"Haha, it's great! When brothers meet, there is no need to be like a water snake, circling around in the water! I'll just say it straight..."
Chief Mozi raised his clay cup and drank another glass of blood wine. He licked his lips, feeling the blood and sweet taste, and his body felt warm. Then, he pulled off his collar, patted his strong chest hard, and shouted loudly.
"Thomat, my brother, my ally. I want your axe, your spear! I want your bow, and your armor! If possible, I want your ship!..."
"Witness the ancestors! As long as you have these things, let alone conversions and supplies, even the lives of tribal warriors, I can exchange them for you!"
