Chapter 1642 Messenger of God

The priest's expression was mournful, and his old voice was like the cry of a night owl, revealing endless sorrow.

At the same time, this series of words is quite difficult to pronounce, just like reciting an epic poem, and it also conveys a huge amount of information!!

No wonder the priest had to carefully watch his words when conveying the words of the Qingma chief. Dare the lover made a request to me!

Let me take these tribal warriors with swords and spears to fight against Wei Laoliu's group?!

This is so impure. An old man hangs himself because he thinks he has a long life!

Of course, these are not the focus of my attention.

Did he call for more warriors?

Could it be that the so-called Manco people do not refer to a tribe?

The most important thing is the altar they mentioned.

Last night, when the Mancos and the group of jackals under the Guardsmen fought, the altar shook, the soul of a god roared, and endless blood spread in the sky?

Judging from their description, it seems that this is not just an exaggeration, but more like describing a picture.

I almost couldn't help but think about the two corpses of the Mancos in a strange state when I hid in the tree hole, and... the blood mist that kept flowing out from the hole!!

What's going on with all this?

I had too many questions in my mind, because their arrival not only interrupted my conversation with the Tengu, but also brought me more questions. I needed time to sort them out slowly, so Weiwei looked away and avoided them.

With hopeful eyes, they whispered: "I also really want to promise you that I will encourage everyone when you hold the funeral, but you have also seen my state. If I go out like this, I am afraid that not only will it not have a positive effect, but it will

It will hit everyone even harder.”

The priest whispered my words to Chief Qingma. Unexpectedly, this man suddenly became very excited. He waved his fists and said something loudly. The spit foam even splashed on my face, if not on his face.

Without being angry, I would have thought that he simply became angry after being rejected.

"Chief Qingma said that your deed of killing 300 white-skinned demons in a battle last night has been spread, and everyone already knows it, and we devoutly believe in Weilacoca and will not waver until death. How is this possible?

Are you afraid because of your temporary weakness?"

The priest faithfully plays the role of translator.

It turns out this guy thought I was questioning their beliefs...

Sure enough, it is difficult to communicate with a fanatic, especially if the fanatic seems careless and uncultured. According to my past experience, the less educated people are, the more determined they are and will never question themselves.

He won't listen to any point of view, no matter how fanciful you say it. He will keep his own point of view over and over again and never waver.

This kind of person... Even if it were the big-mouthed Tao Xiang'er, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to move, let alone me. I'm a stupid person, so I decisively gave up trying to reason with this person.

After a brief pondering, I already had a calculation in my mind. Seeing is worth hearing a hundred times, and taking a look is worse than hearing a lot. Maybe taking a look can solve more questions?

So, I nodded and said: "That's fine, but I can't walk in my current condition, so I have to trouble you..."

Chief Qingma was overjoyed and gave orders to the two warriors behind him. Not long after, the two warriors found an object similar to a sliding pole to lift a chair. Several people helped me onto the chair, and I held on to my weak body.

I sat on it with my body like a big horse and a golden sword. Two warriors carried me away from here, one after the other, and the god followed behind me.

As the Tengu said, this is indeed a tribe in the valley, like a hidden world. The sky is gray and the weather today is really not wonderful. Each building is made of thatch, bark, animal skins, etc.

The simple houses that were built are scattered here in a disorderly manner, spreading into the distance. This tribe is really not small, but now it is empty and there is no one in sight. The priest said that they all gathered at the altar, preparing to bury last night.

The soldiers died in the battle, but there were only a few of us left in such a large tribe.

The chair swayed and I moved forward slowly. While going to the altar, I kept chatting with the priest, and I learned a lot about it.

The so-called Manco people...are really not a tribe!!

This valley is very large, with many small hills. Eleven tribes, large and small, live here. The Manco people are what the outside world calls them. They don’t even know that they are called Manco people. They have a unified

All of them believe in Werakoka and Zhuhuaka.

It's just that there is no peace among the many tribes, and they also have wars with each other.

The tribe I am currently in is the largest tribe among them. The entire tribe has nearly 3,000 people and a total of 800 warriors. It was only their tribe that raided the camp last night.

The war was not started by them.

In fact, the Manco people are not very primitive. They maintain a half-farming and half-hunting life, growing crops such as corn and potatoes, but the yields are very low. These two crops are indeed native to the Americas, but at the beginning their yields were very low.

Extremely low. The corn and potatoes in the outside world have been improved for countless generations, but they are very backward. The cobs of corn are very small, and the same is true for potatoes. It is not enough to sustain their food needs, so they need to hunt, but

With so many of their tribes living in this place, there is no prey here, so their warriors and hunters need to leave here to hunt outside.

The four Mancos who were captured and brutally killed by the camp I was in were their warriors and hunters who went out to hunt.

As Tengu said, the Manco people were not afraid of death, but they were afraid that their souls would not be able to return to the arms of Zhuhuaka. Those people scalped them, no doubt to anger them.

Sure enough, the angry Chief Black Elk led 600 soldiers to raid various camps outside. However, the result of the battle was tragic. Nearly 400 soldiers slept forever in the outside world. Less than 200 people came back. Chief Black Elk also

Died in battle.

As for the Qingma chief in front of him, he is the younger brother of Black Elk. It can be said that he was appointed in a critical situation and just became the chief this morning...

Because of me, the so-called "messenger of the gods", the tribes that have been in constant disputes finally have the possibility to unite. With faith as the banner, Qingma has contacted all the tribes, and now more warriors are gathering here.

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This bad idea... was actually suggested by Tengu while I was unconscious. The not-so-smart Qingma chief regarded me as a good idea. He was even more convinced that I was sent by God to save them. After all... a dog.

He can come up with such an idea and is smarter than the chief himself. Is there any other possibility besides the dog beside God?

Hearing this, I had to sigh in my heart. No wonder Tengu vowed that the overall situation has been decided, but now it is really about to take action...

In addition, I also learned some other things, such as the witchcraft medicine used in the attack on the camp was made by the priest next to me. He did not hide anything from me, saying that it was actually a kind of white stone that lived on

Bugs are very small. They gather together and look like a layer of white powder attached to stones. They use special techniques to tame these bugs. Once these bugs invade the human body, they will first enter the heart and then be released within a short period of time.

A large amount of gas is released, and the heart explodes. The gas expands and bursts the heart alive. And they also have a special drug that every Manco person takes when they were young. This drug will enter the heart and allow the heart to carry the drug.

After the insects smell this smell, they will no longer release gas.

This is why it is said that eating the hearts of Manco people can protect them from witchcraft...

And while he was talking, the so-called altar place... finally arrived.

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Chapter completed!