"Praise the Lord God, huitzilopochtli! Die for God, fight for God!"
In the dark night, faced with the sudden siege from the wilderness tribe, Zuvalo's hands and feet trembled and he felt fear in his heart. He stretched out his hand, grasped the sun hummingbird amulet on his chest, tried to muster the courage, and prayed and shouted loudly.
"Get ready, follow me and fight back to the ship!"
The location of the camp is not far from the docked fleet. He was ready for a fight. He wanted to lead the hundreds of warriors and sailors who landed, desperately broke through the hundreds of enemies surrounded on all sides, and returned to the ship overnight.
"Hmm? Huitzil-opochtli? Hummingbird, left? Chief Sage at the top?"
However, after hearing Zuvalo's prayers and shouts, a powerful leader wearing a feather crown and a tattoo on his face walked out from among hundreds of tribal warriors carrying a throwing spear. His eyes were sharp, staring at the sun hummingbird amulet around Zuvaro's neck, and looking at the other person's sacrificial robe painted with divine patterns, with confusion and surprise on his face. After several breaths, he finally spoke, but it was in the ancient Uto-Azte language.
"Huichol, wixárika, teopan. We, the Huichols, the teopan, follow the guidance of the blood and the eagle. So do you, the tribesmen on the ship. A branch of the Huichol people, following the guidance of the divine hummingbird?”
After hearing the leader's words, the new priest Zuvalo stood stunned on the spot. Although the other party's language is strange, it is understandable. It is even closer to Mexica than the Prepecha language in the Lake District. Zuvalo's thoughts raced and he remembered the story about the origin of all races in Shenwei University. Then he hesitantly lowered the bronze spear in his hand and asked in Mexica.
"Friends, we are from the Mexica Alliance. The alliance was originally a tribe from Aztlan. We follow the guidance of the sun and hummingbirds, and believe in the supreme god who holds lightning and throws spears. Are you Huichol people? Where are you from? ?”
"The God of War who believes in the sun and hummingbirds, wields lightning and throws spears? Sees the God of War as the Father God? It's really strange. However, the God of War with lightning is indeed one of the gods!"
Upon hearing Zuvalo's description, Visaka, the leader of the Torpan tribe, raised his eyebrows. He pondered for a while, and then carefully observed the kingdom warriors in the camp, their sophisticated weapons and equipment, and their expressions of fighting to the death. After a while, Visaka howled like a wolf twice, and the Tolpan warriors all lowered their stone spears, giving up the threat of attack and showing some goodwill.
"The Huichol tribe on the ship, I don't know where you come from, but we should have common ancestors and are not enemies! The god of lightning and spear-throwing war is one of the gods of the Huichol people in the mountains, and he is also a god of war. An ancient god. The sun father god tayaupá, the rain mother god nacawé, the eagle star god, the water snake cloud god, the scarlet death god, the corn goddess, and the war god holding lightning are all important gods."
Visaka lifted up his upper body armor, revealing the tattoo of the Sun Father on his chest. The sun is as broad as the ocean and emits light like waves. In the middle of the sun, there is a red heart tattooed on it.
"The gods watch the world and rule the red sky, earth and ocean together. And we Huichol people are the red hearts migrating along the rivers in the wilderness."
Zuvalo, the new priest, stared at the opponent's tattoo with his eyes widened. This worship of the red sun and heart seems to exist on the royal flag of the alliance and in the inheritance chart of the priests. He thought of something and his lips felt a little dry for a moment. After being silent for a while, he made an invitation.
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"Friends from the Torpan tribe, we have never been hostile. I think we can sit down and have a good chat by the campfire."
The long night returned to silence, with low conversations ringing out from time to time. From inheritance, mythology, rituals, to gods, the two leaders from both sides chatted for a long time, and they increasingly felt some ancient closeness, but there were also practical differences.
It's like a forked river, flowing through hundreds of years, reflecting the same shadow of the past. But the scenery on both sides of the river has become completely different. Looking back, we can vaguely see the upper reaches of the river. And below the long river, the powerful Mexica Alliance has grown into a river and sea without realizing it! Zuvalo was silent for a long time before he asked aloud under the light of the morning sun.
"Dear Chief Visaka, may I ask how many tribes there are in the Huichol people in the wilderness mountains now?"
Visaka touched his chin, the feather crest on his head swaying in the wind. His eyes flashed, watching Zuvalo's expression, and answered in a deep voice.
"The tribes move around, chasing prey and water plants for half the year, and planting corn and beans for the other half of the year. No one knows how many tribes there are in this wilderness of hundreds of thousands of miles. But like our Topan tribe, there are only one or two thousand people There are always twenty or thirty tribes. However, the larger tribes cannot be supported in this wilderness, and they have to fight southward to compete for more fertile valleys."
"The Guakili people in the southeastern plateau were once hostile to the tribes, and they fought and fought. But a few years ago, the cold wave went south, and the tribes suffered heavy casualties, and many of them lost contact. The large tribes of the Guakili people all gathered together and headed south. Migrated. I know that two large Huichol tribes have gone south to the territory of the Guakili people and mixed with the local tribes."
Hearing this, Zuvalo raised his eyebrows. There are twenty or thirty tribes, each with one or two thousand people, which is a number of 40,000 to 50,000 people. Together with the more scattered small tribes and several large tribes that have moved south, it is estimated that there are 70,000 to 80,000 people. This kind of scale is not too large compared to other departments in the wasteland, but it is not too small either. The entire wasteland is still too barren.
As for the hunting and farming territory of the Huichol people, it is in the western and northern parts of the wilderness. To the southeast they were bordered by the silverstone-rich land of Sacascat of the Guakili people, and to the northwest they were in contact with the Totome people in the mountains. And such a migratory and warlike tribe actually has many similarities with the Alliance in terms of language and beliefs.
"Behind this similarity, there may be a common origin, just hundreds of years ago. And if we can ally with them and gradually assimilate the kingdom to the northwest of the world, this northern route will truly establish a real A solid stronghold!”
Thinking of this, Zuvalo showed a sincere smile on his face. He reached into his arms, took out a golden amulet of a sun hummingbird, and solemnly presented it to Visaka. This time when he went north, he brought many such talismans and gave away many.
"Praise the Lord God, Huitzilopochtli! He has granted us lightning-fast travel, thousands of miles away, to meet our ancient kin! Come, Brother Visaca, let us have a good chat. Maybe, you can Consider settling down at the mouth of the Torpan River."
"The land at the mouth of this river is actually very fertile. As long as you master the farming skills, you can get a stable food harvest. And fishing can also be done along the coast at the mouth of the river. As for the skills of boat building and fishing, the tribes on our boat also have I can teach you."
After hearing Zuvalo's story, the leader of Visaka frowned. Instead of showing joy, he looked wary. He looked into Zuvalo's eyes and asked in a deep voice, word by word.
"Zuvarro, my friend. In the wilderness, there is never free food. Hunters will only release bait when hunting. Since you have shown so much goodwill to our Torpan tribe, , so what do you want in return from us?"
Hearing this, the new priest Zuvalo lowered his eyes. After a while, he looked at the leader of the Torpan tribe and answered solemnly.
"The supreme lord god shines on the red heaven and earth, from the plateau and lowland in the south to the Gobi and mountains in the north! We will not persecute our distant compatriots, but will only bring you the brilliance of the lord god, which is something we have never thought of. prosperity and growth.”
"The price we need is to let the revered Lord God fall into your hearts and become the only supreme god! From now on, the blood of the brothers' tribes will blend together, and you will gradually become one with us."
Aztec Immortal
