The old militiamen were captured. Of the twenty-one crew members, not one escaped.
The weapons were taken away, the gems were taken away, and the ship was robbed. A canine hunter wants to snatch the golden sun amulet from the neck of the priest Mecat. Mecat roared angrily and fought to the death. As a result, the red-haired canine captain came out, scolded the hunter a few words, and then let him go.
"What did he say?"
"I can't understand him."
Priest Mecat shook his head, with some doubts on his face.
"But I seem to have heard the name of the Lord God... Does he believe in the Lord God?"
Everyone didn't know the answer, but they were all packed into the village elder's big hut like some kind of cargo and became prisoners. However, what was unexpected was that this group of canine warriors appeared out of nowhere, and after robbing them of all their belongings and weapons, they still provided them with food and treated the injured.
"Mecat, have you seen it? Their leader seems to be holding a weapon from the kingdom..."
"Of course, they robbed us..."
"No. I mean, that's what he had when we first met."
"Huh?! When we first met?"
In the dark hut, Priest Mekart suddenly stood up. He pondered for a moment, showing hesitation.
"You mean..."
"These are not those wild canine descendants in the wasteland...they have had contact with the kingdom!"
"Contact?...Then, what kind of contact is it?"
Speaking of this, the two fell into silence at the same time. According to the Kingdom's always strong style, no matter how you think about it, it will not be a good contact. And every day now may be the last day of your life.
"Hey! God bless you! Go to sleep..."
The sun rises and the moon sets, and the days of imprisonment are boring and boring, and full of anxiety and suffering. Everyone was imprisoned in the small village for more than ten days without any dialogue. Guarding them were only the same number of canine warriors, fierce and simple, stubborn and silent, and unable to understand the language.
"Lord God! Where did this dog descendant come from? Can't you even understand the Guakili language?"
Priest Mekart narrowed his eyes and looked at the soldiers guarding outside through the gap in the hut. He looked at the blue tattoos on the warriors' faces, their long hair, and the short leather belts that tied their hair, and he had no impression at all. It wasn't until he saw a warrior's horn that he realized something.
"The horn of the northern bull? A tribe from the northern plains?..."
After a few more days of difficult confinement, the smell in the hut became a bit choking. The farmland outside the village is full of green, and the corn is half as tall as a person. It seemed that it was already July at least, and even the seriously injured people who were imprisoned were already able to walk.
The red-haired dog-born captain then gathered his men and prepared to escort these prisoners away. But as soon as the old militiaman was escorted to the entrance of the village, he saw a red-haired scout running from the northwest and said something to the dog-born captain.
"What? Are they coming?"
The dog-born captain was obviously taken aback. After hesitating for a moment, he gave the order again and drove the captured crew members back into the house.
Then there were two more days. It wasn't until the early morning of the third day that another group of hundreds of canine descendants hurried from the northwest. From the cracks in the hut, the sharp-eyed scout Shanniao saw that these canine descendants were all carrying two or three-meter spears. Many of them had red hair, and they were obviously more elite than the team in the village.
Under everyone's uneasy gaze, the new canine leader carried a copper ax and several personal guards. He only asked a few words and strode towards the hut. Then, the red-haired captain from the village rushed over and blocked the other party from the hut.
"The Lord God and the ancestors witness! Why are you here in such a hurry?"
"Ancestors witness! Of course I have to come here in a hurry! If I were a little late, you would have sent me to the south!"
The new canine leader is fierce and has ferocious red markings on his face. He puffed out his young and strong chest, gritted his teeth fiercely, and shouted sternly.
"Let me in!"
"what are you up to?"
"What did you say I was going to do?"
"The chief said it! The Mexicans are our allies now. You can't kill them!"
"Ha! Allies? They are allies and you still rob them?"
"That's another thing. They have too many weapons and armor, and they are injured... Only by giving the weapons to us can they be truly effective! Besides, I don't kill them, I heal them..."
"Witness the ancestors! The Mexicans are not our allies!"
The young tattooed leader roared loudly and howled like a wolf.
"They are just using the tribe! They have the best armor, but they never gave it to us... Have you forgotten? Who drove the tribe here from the plateau!"
"The big chief knows everything you said! Little chief Alan also knows it! That's why we captured Otter City and didn't hand it over to them."
The red-haired canine captain gritted his teeth, restrained the murderous intention in his heart, and answered angrily.
"They attacked the tribe, hunted us down, and killed so many warriors from all tribes! Even the powerful Chief Chichika died in their hands..."
"I have never forgotten these years! I remember their wooden beasts, their rockets, their thunder, and their thick-skinned warriors... I want to kill them too!..."
"But now is not the time to fall out! The warchief is moving the surrendered Huastec tribes to new nests in the north. Outside Otter City, there are also troops from Palmus Valley City...Silver Ravens loyal to the Mexica people The tribes are also becoming more active in the south... So, the chief said, treat them as allies and don’t kill anyone!”
"No killing...ha!"
Hearing these words, the young tattooed leader suddenly calmed down. He let out a scoff, paused for a moment, and then whispered.
"Give them to me...and let me kill them! No one will know..."
"But…"
"You know, the blood feud between me and the Mexicans! The blood feud between us and the Mexicans!...I brought more people than you..."
The young tattooed leader narrowed his eyes, revealing murderous intent and threats.
"Give them to me! I promise, no one will know!…"
"you!…"
"I also guarantee that... all the weapons and armor you captured will fall into your hands, and no one will come to snatch them!"
"..."
Hearing the last sentence, the red-haired canine captain was silent for a moment. After a while, he asked softly.
"you promise?"
"I promise!"
"You promise?"
"We promise!"
"Oh well."
The red-haired canine captain stepped aside and pushed open the door, allowing the frightened fleet members to appear in the sight of the young leader.
"The Lord God and the ancestors witness! They are yours...do it cleanly and don't let anyone know..."
"The ancestors witnessed it! Don't worry!"
The young tattooed leader grinned, revealing sharp teeth. Then, he held the copper ax and walked into the hut with his bodyguards and a fierce smile.
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