The day passed by in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye it was dark again. Bonfires were lit on the extending ridges, stretching for several miles. More than a dozen tribes and thousands of canine warriors camped in the open air, sleeping in a mixture of darkness and firelight.
, just like the various camps mixed together.
The dew was cold and the moss was cold, and the evening breeze was silent. In the silent night, Alan suddenly woke up. Like an alert lynx, she straightened up suddenly and looked around. There was already a sharp obsidian dagger in her hand.
"Well?..."
There was nothing around, only the red-haired tribe sleeping in the grass nest. During the day, a grand sacrificial ceremony was held in the Mexica camp at the foot of the mountain, and mysterious prayers echoed all day long. The tribal warriors were on alert all day long.
Everyone was sleeping a little deeply at this moment. Farther away, there were a few vigilant scouts scattered around the edge of the camp, and they didn't know which tribe they belonged to.
Alan was a little confused. She touched her forehead, but she didn't feel sick. The girl hunter looked around the back camp again and paused.
In the gloomy night, a man was sitting under a short tree a dozen steps away, almost blending in with the tree. Alan narrowed his eyes and quietly touched the hunting bow.
"Alan, it's me."
A familiar voice came, and the man raised his head, exposing his incomplete left ear.
"Abba?"
Alan breathed a sigh of relief. She put her bow on her back, stood up and came closer.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
"I felt a little uneasy and woke up very early."
Amosi frowned, but his eyes looked at the mountains on both sides, as if he wanted to see through the deep darkness. His intuition as a scout for more than ten years allowed him to smell the smell of danger, but he could not identify where it came from.
"I feel like something's not right."
"Ah? Dad, I can't sleep either."
Alan wrinkled his little nose and sniffed carefully. There was still the same canine scent in the wind.
"What's wrong?"
"...have no idea."
"Is it the spell the Mexicans chanted during the day that cast a spell on us?"
"...Unlike...everyone else is sleeping soundly."
Amosi shook his head. Alan was an excellent hunter whom he personally trained, and he also had beast-like intuition. Both of them felt something was wrong, so it was definitely not an illusion. Chief Red Crow took a few steps irritably. There were more than a hundred tribesmen.
The red-haired people are all here, mixed together with other ordinary tribes. They are neither organized nor familiar with each other. Only a small section of the fence wall in the back camp has been repaired...
Amosi looked at the swaying wall of the campfire again, and finally made up his mind.
"Alan, wake up the soldiers. I will take some experienced red-haired scouts to patrol outside!"
"Okay, Dad, you can go with ease!"
Alan nodded firmly and went to work immediately.
Without hesitation, Amosi took six or seven elite redheads with him and walked towards the forest on the edge. When the group passed the bonfire, they greeted a dozen soldiers who were on guard.
"Thanks for your hard work."
"Ah, where are you going so late?"
"I've eaten too much raw corn and bugs and I'm upset. Go outside to the woods to get rid of it."
"...so many people?"
"Hmm. It's not even comfortable."
Amosi casually responded with a few words. The fire was dim and shadowy, and more than a dozen warriors gathered together. Chief Red Crow glanced at the warriors on duty and asked calmly.
"Which tribe are you from?"
"Red Rabbit. Our camp is to the south."
The red-haired captain answered simply and without any hesitation. He looked at Amosi and asked.
"what about you?"
"Red Crow."
"Red Crow?"
The firelight flickered and shadows came over. The red-haired captain's eyes flashed, and there was some fluctuation.
When Amosi heard the question, he explained again.
"We are a tribe that escaped from the valley in the west. We just arrived in the east not long ago."
"oh."
The two of them said nothing more. Before leaving, Amosi glanced at him and vaguely felt that the captain was familiar, but he didn't see clearly.
"Quack!"
There were few stars in the moonlight, and the short-billed crow was chirping in the sparse forest, with a somewhat ominous meaning. Amosi didn't go too far. He lay on the ground, looked at the marks on the grass, and listened to the birds not far away.
Ming, my mind calmed down a bit.
"There are no traces of a large group of enemies lurking...Am I really under a Mexica spell?"
Amosi shook his head, reached out and picked up a handful of leaves, and smiled at the elite followers.
"Now that everyone is out, let's deal with it on the spot...go back and have a good night's sleep."
The group of people were all veterans. After relaxing for a moment, they walked back in a hurry. Soon, the vigil team appeared in front of everyone again. Amosi looked at it for a while as usual, and was suddenly startled.
"How many people were keeping vigil just now?"
Amosi turned to look at the guard next to him.
"Three palms?"
The guards are not sure either.
"There are at least five palms now!"
Amosi narrowed his eyes and looked a little serious. The night was already dark, it was the darkness before dawn. The soldiers were sleeping the most at this time, so how could there be so many people joining the night watch?
"Uh... maybe it's for rotation."
The guard scratched his head, feeling that the chief was a little too suspicious.
"Everyone pull out their weapons."
Amosi waved his hand, took off the stone spear from his back, and hid it behind his back with one hand. The team paused for a moment, took off the weapon, and continued towards the vigil team.
The group of canine warriors who were keeping watch at night seemed to have been paying attention to this place. At this time, under the leadership of the leader, they also stood up, quietly left the edge of the camp, and walked towards Amosi. Under the dim moonlight, the two groups
As people got closer, they noticed the weapons in each other's hands and the hostility in their eyes.
"The new Chief of the Red Crows, Amos?"
Seeing the stone spear in the opponent's hand, Miwa grinned, showing his sharp teeth. He was holding a hunting bow in his hand, wearing loose cloth armor, and a pair of leather armor under the cloth armor. Behind him, there was a man nearby.
Thirty elite warriors surrounded each other from three sides.
"You are indeed alert. No wonder you left us with the red fox and escaped from the valley first!"
Miwa's words were laced with hatred.
"Who are you..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Amosi stopped in alarm. He looked at the few people behind him, and then at the dim camp not far away, and was in a dilemma.
He tried hard to identify the other person's face, and suddenly an idea flashed across his face. The last time they met was before dawn, when they worked together to encircle and suppress the infiltrating Parmus warriors!
"You are...Red Frog's personal guard, Miwa!"
Amosi held the stone spear and took two steps back in shock.
"Why are you here?! The Red Frog Tribe, isn't it already..."
Having said this, Amosi suddenly realized. His heart trembled, and his expression was unusually solemn.
"You actually risked your life to attack the camp for the sake of the Cactus tribe!..."
"That's really smart. I just like killing smart people."
Miwa gritted his teeth, and the murderous intent on his face became more and more fierce. He raised his hunting bow and was about to take action at any time.
Amosi's brain was working rapidly, and he forced a smile with difficulty on his face. He did not shout loudly to remind the camp and stimulate the other side to take action, but lowered his voice.
"Brother Miwa, we are both tribes in the wasteland, and we fought together in the valley! That day the Red Frog tribe was in danger, and it was Ivican and I who risked our lives to save the Red Frog camp. We are all old friends, and we have many friends.
Some friendship... The Red Crow tribe was also abandoned by Red Fox, and even the old chief was lost. Everyone has struggled all the way to this day, just to survive and for the continuation of the tribe... Why do you have to fight for the cruel Aztecs?
People are so dedicated to their lives?”
After hearing these words, Miwa's expression changed and his expression softened slightly. Amosi continued to persuade.
"Brother Miwa, you are a real warrior! Among the three tribes in the valley, the Red Frog Tribe is the most adept at fighting, and even defeated the general of the Cactus Tribe! Chief Chichika loves warriors the most, and I can also say something in front of him,
Recommended for you...as long as you go to the big leader..."
"Damn! Amosi, I will never betray the chief, let alone kill him!"
Miwa suddenly became furious and interrupted Amosi's words. A chill ran down Amosi's spine when he heard Miwa shout.
"The Death Chief has prayed to the powerful Lord God! The divine power controls the irresistible thunder and fire, which is about to fall from the sky! The entire Red Dog Alliance will be destroyed by the Lord God tonight! I..."
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Along with Miwa's low roar, four terrifying roars suddenly exploded in the valley, like world-destroying thunder!
"ah!"
After the thunder, there was a moment of silence between heaven and earth. Then, there was a sudden horrifying cry, rising in the camp that was several miles long.
"The gods of the Cactus Tribe have arrived!"
"Fire from the sky burns the mountains, and the gods destroy the world!..."
"Run away!..."
The shouts suddenly boiled over! More than a dozen huge fireballs rose from the Mexica camp and rolled towards the front camp in the mountains, like a spell from the gods! Then, hundreds of rockets struck like arrows.
The meteor shower broke through the night. Rockets fell from the sky and shot into large campsites randomly, setting countless grass nests on fire!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
There were four more terrifying roars, shocking the hearts of all the canine people. The shouts around them became more chaotic and terrifying, like boiling water. In just a moment, the entire canine camp fell into hysterical panic. Countless canines
The descendants of the warriors woke up from their sleep. They ran around in fear, and were attacked by unknown people. They began to kill each other crazily, howling like wild beasts. The terrifying camp roar suddenly broke out, like a raging flood, and no one could
