"Dear Chief of the Red Crow Tribe! We...we need some time...to discuss..." Yuan
"Okay! Let's discuss it here, don't make me wait too long!..."
The sun sets in the western wasteland, and there is a bonfire in the big tent. Chihuaco, the old militiaman, had a grimace and joined the Mecat priest who bowed his head. The two communicated quickly and quietly in the dialect of the Patzcuaro Lake District.
"Captain Qi, what should I do?"
"What should I do? What do you want to do?!..."
"Do you think...she will be afraid of the intimidation of the Kingdom's legions?"
Hearing this, the old militiaman trembled all over. He immediately glanced at the female chief wearing a cold mask, and then blocked Mecat's mouth.
"Damn it! Are you crazy? We were blown here by the storm, and the kingdom didn't even know! The naked fox fell into the wolf's den, and even brought out the jaguar to scare you! ...The wolf directly ate you, even the bones There is only one left... By then, no matter how ferocious the jaguar is, he will not know anything!" Yuan
Hearing this, Priest Mekart pursed his lips, clenched his fists, and felt very regretful. He looked around at the fierce canine warriors, was silent for a moment, and sighed helplessly.
"Hey! Okay! The kingdom has been searching for so long before it discovered the small iron mine in Black Rock Mountain. His Majesty said that there are not many iron mines in the world, and it is difficult to find... There is no way that there is iron mine around the Red Crow Tribe. Mine. Then, we left a few people with them, and they found it directly..."
"Mecat, shut your mouth!"
Chihuaco, the old militiaman, gritted his teeth and wanted to block the opponent's mouth. Then, he frowned, thought carefully for a while, and gradually relaxed.
"Forget it, if you think about it carefully, this may not be a bad thing! ... There are still three wounded people on the ship who won't recover in a short time. It's better to let them stay here and take good care of them. The Red Crow tribe needs them to search for minerals, and the female chief also needs them. Listen to the story, I will definitely not treat them badly...I will ask Chippawa to take care of them, after all, they are all fellow villagers..."
The two deliberated for a moment and had no choice but to bow their heads.
"Dear Chief of the Red Crow Tribe! We have three injured sailors, all from Prepecha, and they also know what the iron mines look like... They can stay here, and please take care of them..." Yuan
Alan was very satisfied with the two people's understanding. She has been running in the wilderness and is used to seeing the magnificent wonders on the earth. But he is full of unknown curiosity about everything mysterious on the sea. And she threatened the two of them that they must keep some crew members. Whether it was to search for iron ore, or to listen to stories, I am afraid it is difficult to tell clearly.
"So, the Kingdom of the Lake sent out a large army to conquer the Totonak tribes because of the legendary prophecy?"
"Uh... Your Majesty's plan is not something we can know. When we set out, the Kingdom did not conquer the Totonak coast... But His Majesty did attach great importance to the route to the Eastern Snake Island... In fact, the white-skinned evil demon's The prophecy is also a divine revelation from His Majesty..."
"Divine inspiration?..."
Alan's eyes flashed, trying to figure out this word that was rarely heard in the wasteland. If someone claims to be a god in the wilderness, he must accept the challenge of a group of warriors and prove himself with force! Otherwise, you can’t even defeat me, so why would God enlighten you but not me? You must be fake! …
"The divine revelation of the southern tribes..."
Alan tilted his head and thought for a while. She knew that the tribes in the south were devout gods and valued divine revelation far more than the wilderness. Since the God of War has enlightened the Mexicans and the enemy is on the eastern sea, then the Mexican army should be heading east to conquer... In other words, within a few years, they will not be able to care about what is happening in the far north. The Red Crow tribe moving north will have plenty of time to develop! garden
"Yes! Very good!... I will let you go back and let your king know that the divine revelation he received really exists!"
Alan's voice rose slightly, and then quickly became low again, as if he was deliberately trying to maintain his dignity. Next, she asked some questions about the Mexica Alliance and the Kingdom in the Lake, and Priest Mecat answered them carefully.
After all these questions, the short clothes of poor Priest Mekart were soaked with sweat. He has already discovered how terrifying the masked female chief is, and he doesn’t know what magic of the wasteland he used to be able to judge the authenticity of his words, even as if he could read minds...
"Dear... mighty... Chief Red Crow, we haven't had dinner yet... Can you please let us retreat first?..."
"Ancestor! Your kingdom in the lake actually has eight legions? And in one legion, there are actually eight thousand warriors who can fight?...By the way, you haven't told me yet, what's the difference between these legions? ?Why do those powerful chiefs who control the legions continue to obey your king’s orders?..."
"Eh? Judging from your expression, isn't this a strange question? A powerful chief in the wasteland will always want to monopolize a place, unless there is an extraordinarily powerful chief to suppress it... Oh! It seems that your king is indeed Very powerful, that is to say, it is your king who suppresses the chiefs of each legion?... Sure enough! So, if your king dies in battle, the chiefs of each legion will occupy the land and become king?... They will not listen What did the King of the Mexican Union say? So that’s it!…Hey! Don’t cry!…”
Priest Mekart's face turned pale, his fingers were trembling, and tears burst out of his eyes. He didn't say anything. The masked chief across from him guessed it by himself. The old militiaman Chihuako next to him was stunned. He was so frightened that he grabbed the sun amulet around his neck and prayed with rare sincerity. garden
"Ah! God bless you! Don't ask me! I...I don't know anything..."
Alan raised the corners of his mouth, holding back a smile, enjoying the pleasure of taking control of the situation. She looked at the two trembling people in front of her, and estimated that the other party would never dare to lie again, so she stood up from the cushion leisurely. And when she came to the two of them, her slender and tall figure was actually much taller than the two people standing there.
"I remember you said that you are the war priest of Prepecha and you know the beliefs of the Mexica people very well?"
Alan's eyes were sharp as he stared at the pale Priest Mekart, who nodded nervously. Then, seemingly casually, she took out a dagger from her arms and displayed it in front of the Mecat priest.
"I'm looking at you, don't think about lying!...Tell me, what is written on this dagger?"
"Uh! What's written here is...'Xulot', which is the God of Death among the Mexica gods..."
"Very good!" Yuan
Hearing this, Alan nodded, but there was no change on his face. Of course, she was wearing a mask, so no one could see her expression. She had already inquired about the three characters on the dagger before and knew that they were the names of the Mexica God of Death. And what she really wants to ask is...
"Honest Priest of Prepecha, tell me! What kind of person would have such a dagger? Carve the name of the God of Death on the weapon he carries with him since childhood?"
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