Chapter 1,347 The officiant’s kindness will never be forgotten!
"Praise the big and tall main god! Praise the big and tall priest! Dear songbird chief priest, Little Feather kowtows to you!"
"Well, it's you again? Little Feather, where is your father, Prince Feather? He took the kingdom's aid and went to ambush Chief Big Mountain Eagle. There has been no news for half a month! ... What is the situation of your Feather Clan right now? ...
"
"Ah! Master Songbird Priest! Chief Dashanying's hundreds of defeated troops have long since fled back. You sent troops north to capture the Yuomei tribe in one fell swoop. You must already know this... Oh! You asked Chief Dashanying?
Where is it? I’m taking it with me! It’s right here, in this basket. My father told me that I must kowtow first and then offer it to you with my own hands!…”
“…”
In the chief's wooden house, a row of kingdom warriors stood holding axes, each of them killing fiercely and solemnly. The chief priest of the song bird sat high on the head, with an expressionless face, looking down at the kneeling young man.
Little Feather knelt down, wore seven or eight hummingbird amulets, had three hummingbirds tattooed on his face, and five more on his arms and chest. He was so loyal that one person was the bird's nest. He was respectful and worshiped the singing bird.
After kowtowing nine times, he picked up a straw basket and raised it high above his head.
After the two warriors inspected the straw basket, they looked at each other and lowered their heads to bring it forward. The Song Bird priest lifted the cover, took a few glances, and moved his brows slightly. As expected, there was a pile of blood and flesh inside.
There are exactly seven heads pickled in lime.
"Little Feather, you just brought seven heads?..."
"Ah, Master Officiant! Just these seven heads. One is Chief Big Mountain Eagle, and the other six should also be important leaders, warriors who can fight! As for the other heads, they are not as important as these six, and the clan buries them casually.
Already…”
"Really buried? Or were they captured but not killed?..."
"Master Priest! How can I recognize those Yuemeitou people? However, my father said that they will never come back anyway, they will just die early and die late!..."
The Song Bird Priest squinted his eyes and looked at the little feather that was lying on the ground respectfully like an eagle. Then he handed the straw basket to the Bee Eagle Priest and said.
"Bumble Eagle, take a closer look! Is this Chief Big Mountain Eagle?..."
"Witness the Lord God! Long hair, tattooed face, scarred forehead, fierce face... Yes! It's him! The other six are all famous tribal leaders, who have always been known for their bravery. I didn't expect that they would all be killed by this Feather Clan.
Put them all into the straw basket..."
"Well... the Feather Clan, who came here from the plateau war, is indeed capable of fighting..."
The Songbird Priest nodded and asked the head to be taken away. He looked at Little Feather again, spoke with a gentle voice and a kind face.
"Little Feather, your Feather Clan has done a great job! Well, I promised you before that after this battle is over, I will send you the last batch of supplies and weapons to support your journey north! ...Next, your Feather Clan yourself
Come and pick it up, or let us deliver it to your camp?..."
"Ah! Dear officiant! My father and clan are no longer around Yuomeibu!..."
"Um?!…"
"God bless you! Two months ago, we followed your order and sent out small groups of miscellaneous tribes to harass the Yuemei tribe... Then, a month ago, Chief Big Mountain Eagle officially sent out troops from the tribe, with two thousand people.
Chase us all the way!…”
"We ran away desperately, risking our lives for the Lord God, and two to three hundred of our tribesmen died! Then, Dad led the clan warriors to set up an ambush in the valley, and with the first round of arrows, he shot the Great Mountain Eagle Chief to death! And then
, everyone risked their own lives for the main god, and directly surrounded more than a thousand Yuemei warriors, and four to five hundred people fled... But the casualties of the tribe were terrible! Many people died! Fully half of them died!...
"
The little feathers were bumping together, looking harmless. He wiped his tears and told the story of the ambush, showing off his misery with all his strength. But the Songbird Priest didn't believe the casualties he said at all.
According to the tribal warriors who escaped back, the battlefield is in a valley three hundred miles northeast. The "mountain tribe" on the opposite side is both cunning and fierce, and they have occupied the terrain and engulfed many small tribes in the wilderness. This is
After the battle, the Yomei tribe suffered heavy casualties. The chiefs and clan elders were all folded on the battlefield, and the actual number of armored enemies killed was probably only a few dozen! From pursuit to ambush, most of the main casualties on the opposite side were
Miscellaneous soldiers without armor and stone spears...
"The Lord God bless you! Lord Priest, please have mercy!...After my father won a tragic victory, he counted the heads. Ah, only half of the clan is left! We only have these few people left, so how can we have the courage to go to you to ask for it?
Where are the supplies and weapons? I'm afraid that the kingdom's warriors who have been prepared in the camp will go out together and treat all the clans as 'mountain tribes' and 'bandits'...and then use our heads to bribe the Yome tribe.
people’s hearts…”
"My dad said, great priest, the clan doesn't want the last batch of supplies and weapons. Save the remaining food, it's enough to go to the mountains in the north! If it's still not enough, there are eight more.
Nine hundred prisoners of the Yuemei tribe? One or two hundred kilograms each is enough to eat... Counting the time, the clan has already traveled a thousand miles north to the ravines of the Opata people in the north.
La!…”
"My father also said! He didn't come to get the last supplies, he just ran away with his loincloth in hand. He belongs to the Feather clan, doesn't he? He asked me to come over and kowtow to you, and he asked me to stay in the camp and be your servant.
Slave! He also said, if you are not happy, you can sacrifice me and kill me tomorrow, take out the fresh food and throw it into the fire, which will just please the Lord God... Wuwuwu! Dad is so cruel! Wuwuwu!
I really don’t want to see the Lord God!…”
Little Feather burst into tears, cried bitterly, and lay on the ground twitching. I don't know if he was really heartbroken, or if he was lying down and pretending to survive, or a combination of both.
"Old Feather has run away? He has taken eight to nine hundred captives of the Yuomei tribe soldiers, as well as an unknown number of Wasteland miscellaneous tribesmen?... Adding his headquarters together, I am afraid he can make up 3,000 warriors, and most of them are capable.
Beat up the Feather Warrior!…”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "With Lao Fei's cruelty, shamelessness, and eating people without spitting out their bones... the Opata Alliance in the northern valley probably can't stop him!"
Perhaps, only those Apache tribes that are erratic in migration, fierce and capable of fighting can fight against him... The Feather Clan went north, well, this old fox can run really fast! His nose is smarter than a fox..."
The chief priest of the song bird remained silent, clenching and unclenching the magic staff in his hand, just like the murderous intention rising in his heart. He indeed had a plan to kill the Feather clan and use the head of a fellow villager to win over the tribe's hearts. He also arranged it in advance
The trap was prepared. Two thousand Tekos warriors from the Great Lakes Legion had arrived secretly by boat and had been staying in Leijin Town. But Old Feather followed the order and killed Chief Big Mountain Eagle, then wrapped up the prisoners and ran faster than anyone else.
...But it’s really helpless. I can’t find an excuse to fall out, and I can’t even reach out to him!
"O God! If there is a four-legged cavalry that His Majesty once predicted, even if there are only a few hundred people... No matter how old Feather tries to escape, he will not be able to escape!... Unfortunately, even though there are horses on Big Whale Island,
But I heard there are only a few..."
"Huh? This old guy ran away, but he still left a son here for me to deal with? What does this mean? Leave a channel of communication to express obedience to the Lord God and the kingdom, and to express surrender to the kingdom? This
It’s really interesting to arrange it in one step…”
There was silence in the longhouse, except for Little Feather's cry. The song bird priest's eagle-like eyes fell on Little Feather, but he could not see his face buried on the ground.
This cry seems heartbreaking, but is it sincere? However, it does not matter whether it is sincere or not. Whether to leave this channel and a way to cooperate with the Feather Clan is a question worthy of serious consideration.
.Faced with this problem, the pragmatic Songbird officiant did not hesitate for too long before making a decision.
"Bumblehawk."
"Master officiant?"
"His name is Penguariyotsin, also known as Little Feather. He is from the Lake District on the plateau and is a fellow villager of many priests of the kingdom."
"Master officiant?"
"His father is also from the Lake District. He has no faith and is a truly cunning old fox. This is something you must be wary of when you sit in the Firestone Town of Youmeibu! Of course, it is hard to say whether the Feather Clan will come out after entering the mountain.
...and this little feather is the channel of communication between the kingdom and the mountain, and it is also a good apprentice who can be trained to become a priest!..."
"Master Priest, what do you mean? Let me accept him and train him as my apprentice?"
"That's right. He will follow you from now on. You should teach him well, take good care of him, and treat him as your confidant. This child is very flexible, has great potential, and can be used in great ways! Don't doubt him because of his background.
…Because he is a child abandoned by the Feather Clan. He is also a priest apprentice who has fallen into the arms of the Lord God and has no way out!…”
The Songbird Priest smiled and spoke to the Beehawk Priest twice in front of Little Feather. One time was in the local tribal language, and the other time was in the Prepecha language. When Little Feather heard these words
, the crying gradually became quieter, he quietly raised his head, hiding the corners of his raised mouth, but saw a pair of cold and stern eyes like an eagle, without any smile...
"Beehawk, do you remember what I just said?"
"Remember! Master Priest!..."
"Very good! Then I will help you first, and also help this child, cut off his escape route, and help him truly convert with my own hands!..."
The chief priest of Songbird stretched out his hand, touched Xiao Fei's head gently, shook his hair, and looked at his hand. Faced with the way the priest looked at the sacrifice, Xiao Fei immediately had goosebumps all over his body.
Pimples, a strong sense of uncertainty came to my mind...
"Don't be afraid! Little Feather, you are a good boy and a priest apprentice with great potential! But you have not experienced the deep pain, nor have you paid the price of your faith! Your mind is too alive, and you only have the deep pain.
, only traces that are never forgotten can make you settle down..."
"Good boy, let me make up for the most missing lesson for you! Remember my words, cunning cleverness is a burden to true faith, a burden that must be abandoned! ... Just
The bird patterns all over your body cannot represent piety, but instead reveal your disbelief in the Lord God. Just like your ten fingers, those two little fingers are actually useless. They might as well be dedicated to the Lord God..."
"Blessed by the Lord God, I will convert you with my own hands! Take a blood oath to convert, and offer my flesh and blood to the Lord God. Let you watch with your own eyes, as your own flesh and blood rises in the flames, turning into blue smoke, and you make a vow to your soul! Little Feather, you
He will eventually become the most devout believer, after abandoning cunning cleverness and gaining reverence for the Lord God!…”
The chief priest of Song Bird had a gentle expression on his face and took out the obsidian dagger for sacrifice from his arms. A sharp cold light flashed into his eyes. He used a gentle local accent to soothe the frightened little feathers. The two warriors of the kingdom held on tightly.
The other party restrained him, leaving only a pair of five-fingered hands. And a cluster of sacred flames had already risen in the tent, and everything was ready...
“O Lord God! O Ancestor!…No! Ah!…No!!…”
Two shrill screams shook the flames. When everything quieted down, the gentle local voice sounded again. This voice was still calm and kind, even a little compassionate.
"May the Lord God's light guide the wandering feathers, attach themselves to the sacred hummingbird, and move on to the right path from now on! The Lord God's hummingbird has eight claws. This is a sacred auspicious number and the most pious witness!"
"O Lord God! From now on, the little feather of the Feather Clan, Peng Guariyotsin, will die in this longhouse! And the one who is reborn is the Lord God's priest apprentice, the devout and fearless Peng Bazhi!..."
“May the Lord God bless you and guide Peng Bazhi’s soul!…”
The priests in the room chanted together, praising the name of the Lord God, with joy from the bottom of their hearts. But next to Peng Bazhi, who was so painful that he fainted, the green smoke of the holy fire rose up, with flesh and blood.
Burnt, just like the sacrifice of the Lord God, let him never forget it~
