The night on the north shore of Warrior Lake was not quiet. There was the faint sound of wolves howling all night long. This fertile land in the north has just been reclaimed, and is full of wild atmosphere.
Early the next morning, the more wild Bossaros hunters climbed up from the grass bed excitedly. They found a nearby wilderness priest and conducted a prayer ceremony before hunting wolves.
The wilderness priest Zudi, who was as strong as a bear, looked solemn and set up a stone altar. On the altar, he placed several animal teeth, some leaves and grass, and inserted an antler of the God of Hunting... Finally, he actually inserted a wood-carved sun hummingbird.
"Ah? Do these wilderness priests also believe in the Lord God?"
Everyone in the long boat stood not far away, watching the prayer ceremony. Divine Priest Meikat looked stunned, staring at the simple but accurate emblem of the Lord God, which was quite incredible.
"Ha! What's so strange about this? The tribes in the wasteland have always worshiped and feared those powerful gods!"
The wasteland warrior Chippawa curled his lips. As a self-confessed Tarascan, he did not have a good impression of the Mexica war god. However, like the warriors in the wasteland, he was in awe of the God of War who could summon thunder and fire. after all…
"Hey! After all... that time when all the tribes united to march south, they encountered the Mexica army's northern march... Damn it! Those flames filling the sky and the terrifying thunder can still scare people in their dreams after so many years. Wake up!… A few years ago, Desert Valley City sent some wilderness priests who believed in the Mexica God of War. Then, the belief in the powerful God of War in the south officially began to spread among various tribes…”
While everyone was whispering, the strong priest of the wilderness danced a sacrificial dance and shouted a sacrificial song. Chipawa, the wasteland warrior, nodded repeatedly and translated the sacrificial song to his father.
"Niyol! Aho! In the forests and grasslands, the hunters are sneaking silently! They hold bows and arrows, and have eagle feathers on their heads. The sacred sky is watching them, and the sacred earth will They hold up…”
"Ahuo! They move as quickly as the wind! The wind god blesses them and gives them brisk and silent footsteps! The ancestor spirits also lead them and give them keen ears and eyes!..."
"Aho! The wolves stood there, alert, smart and dangerous! That was their prey, a gift from the God of Hunting! The hunters carefully raised their bows and prayed to the great spirit!..."
"Aho! If the arrow shoots quickly, it will hit the wolves accurately! The wolves will also run and fight with the brave hunters! The most powerful god of war has given them divine power, giving them the will of thunder, and more There is the power of fire!…”
"Ahuo! Under the watchful eyes of heaven and earth, ancestors and gods! This long hunting trip will definitely bring a rich harvest! They will bring back furs, wolf meat, teeth and claws... In the cycle of life In it, the hunter and the prey are all one!…”
The powerful priest of the wasteland has a loud voice and sings a blessing. Then, he waved his thick arms, pointed toward the northern wilderness, and roared loudly.
"Hey yo yo! Ahuo!...Go! Hunters of the tribe, go hunting! Roar!"
"Roar!"
Hunters from more than a dozen tribes roared in unison, and happily carried bows and arrows on their backs and copper axes and spears to look for traces of the wolves, without even looking at the fields outside the village.
They had just returned from the war, and they were wild-minded and had no intention of tending to the crops in the fields. And the harvest of a wolf, dozens of kilograms of meat, a big hide, and teeth that can be used as arrowheads, is much better than farming. Even though this requires risking their lives, the tribes in the wilderness have long been accustomed to taking risks.
"Okay!...Hey yo yo! Aho! I wish you good luck!..."
Chihuaco, the old militiaman, opened his eyes wide and waved friendly hands to the departing hunters. Then, he turned his head, looked at his son, and asked.
"What does this 'Hey yo yo, Ahuo'... mean?"
"Uh! Dad... Niyol (Niyol) means 'beautiful, wonderful', a kind of wish. And Aho (Aho) means 'hope so, pray'... This is actually the language of the northern tribes, It is said to come from an extremely powerful and distant mountain tribe! They control the important salt ponds in the north and occupy the mountain valleys to escape the cold wave. They have a very long history. And with their many, many years of war and trade, their blessings , also spread among the tribes in the prairie..."
Speaking of this, the wasteland warrior Chippawa scratched his head. He asked the soldiers next to him uncertainly, and then reconfirmed the answer among their chaotic answers.
"They call themselves the Diné, and some tribes call them... the Navahu'u, 'the people of the fertile mountains'!"
"What? The valleys in the mountains to the north?...Important salt ponds?...Navajo people..."
Hearing this, the old militiaman blinked his eyes, thought for a while, and suddenly felt a chill on his back. He realized that the more he knew, the more dangerous he was! Just in case I come to explore the north again...
"Ahem! Don't talk about this anymore! Don't talk about it anymore!..."
The old militiaman shook his head vigorously and quickly changed the subject. He looked at the bows and arrows behind the hunters with surprise on his face. Although those bows are slightly smaller than the kingdom's large bows, they are much larger than ordinary hunting bows.
"Hey! They actually have such big bows?"
"Yeah. To hunt wolves, you must use a big bow. It's best to kill them with two arrows..."
Hearing this, the wasteland warrior Chipawa nodded. He thought for a moment and added another sentence.
"Dad! These bows are also made by tribes imitating the bows and arrows from the south. They should also come from the Mexica... By the way! When I went north this time, I also saw the bows used by the Koahuik warriors. They seemed to use The sinews of the northern bison are stuck to the wood...I don’t know how..."
"O Lord God! Heaven and earth, ancestral spirits, great spirits... wind god, hunting god, war god... the beliefs of the Red Crow Tribe Alliance are so complicated! Although they have introduced the main god who is the god of war, they still regard it only as the powerful leader of the gods. When it comes to worship...their beliefs are still ignorant of polytheism and animism..."
Two steps away, Divine Priest Mecat narrowed his eyes and stared at the wood-engraved emblem of the Lord God on the altar. He thought for a moment, then put away the amulet of the main god around his neck, and walked up to the wasteland priest Zudi with a smile on his face.
"Praise the gods! Praise the mighty God of War!..."
Priest Mecat had a gentle face and asked with a smile in proficient Guakili.
"Dear Priest of the Wasteland, can you tell me how powerful the God of War is?"
"Ah?... Praise the gods! Praise the ancestors and heaven and earth!"
The wasteland priest Zudi was startled and looked at the longship warrior in front of him, but he couldn't see the origin. He scratched his hair with his thick arms, raised his voice, and answered with a simple smile.
"Oh! God of War! That's so powerful! He is the terrible Aztec war god from the south! He can summon thunder and boulders, he can spit out smoke and fire, and he has a spear of lightning. Defeat all the gods without any opponent..."
"And His blessing can make warriors stronger and more powerful! Just like a black bear in the mountains!..."
Having said this, the wasteland priest Zudi patted his chest and raised his strong arms. Then, he thought for a while, looked at the thin, not strong, but very delicately dressed Priest Mecat, and suddenly winked.
"Um...do you have a son?"
"Huh? What?"
"Do you have a son?"
"…No."
"Ah! Then you really should worship the God of War. It's best to ask for a talisman from him..."
As he spoke, the wasteland priest Zudi looked around, took out a sun hummingbird amulet carved from fir wood from his arms, and solemnly handed it to priest Mekart.
"Here! The talisman of the God of War! It comes from the powerful Aztec tribe in the south! It can protect you...let you show off your talents and give birth to a strong son!"
Finally, Priest Zudi of the Wasteland lowered his voice, and under the gaze of Priest Mecat with gritted teeth, he made a bid with an honest face.
"Well, this precious God of War amulet...as long as you have this thick coat...or the copper ax on your waist...to give birth to a son! It's guaranteed to work!"
(End of chapter)
