Chapter 482: The exploration of the kingdom in the lake, the oath of blood on the big ship
"Pah, pah!"
The constant pain on his face woke up the unconscious warrior. Pikam opened his eyes with difficulty, and a strange big face appeared in his sight. He blinked hard, and then he saw the neck below the big face.
A strange golden talisman is hanging down, it seems to be the sun and a bird?
"Itaco!"
Pikam suddenly realized that this was the southern tribe that invaded his ancestral land! He suddenly let out a roar and reached for the dagger at his waist. However, his arm could not move at all and had long been firmly tied to death.
.
"ah!"
Hearing the angry shouting, Huitu Puap was startled and jumped up from the deck. After a few breaths, he came to his senses. The Huitu warrior became angry and stretched out his arms and slapped him seven or eight times.
"Damn savage, what are you yelling at? If you dare to scare me, see if I can beat you to death!"
"Papa! Papa!..."
The crisp sound of slaps echoed on the deck. Chihuaco stared for a moment, squinting his eyes and saying nothing.
"Pop!"
Puap slapped him in the face more than a dozen times, until Pikam's eyes were filled with stars and his head was dazed. Then he stopped and called Shanniao to come closer to the translator.
"Savages, why are you attacking us?"
"...?"
Pikam's eyes were straight, and he couldn't react for a while. After a while, he glared at the mountain bird who spoke Sri Lanka, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Bah! You are a gerbil who betrayed the tribe and lured outsiders to the ancestral land! I will twist off your head and dedicate it to the soul of my ancestors!"
Shanniao was speechless and his face turned red. He was stunned for a moment before replying in a low voice.
"I...I'm not from Sri, I'm from Mayo!"
"Mayo people? Enemies?! Itaco! Kill you!..."
"Papa!..."
Puap shouted angrily, waved his hand again, and slapped a dozen more times. He reprimanded angrily.
"Ha! You, a savage prisoner, still dare to shout and kill? Watch me cut your tongue!"
With that said, the gray earth warrior made a "dang" sound, pulled out the obsidian dagger from his waist, and pressed it towards the opponent's mouth.
"ah!"
Pikam was startled, and soon understood Puap's intention. He struggled to twist his tied body, like a fish that landed on the beach. However, the gray earth warrior's arms were particularly strong, and he pinched his arm directly.
His neck forced him to stick out his tongue. Then, a sharp dagger was pressed against the edge of his tongue. The moment it touched, it made his heart tremble.
"Saate! Saate! No, don't!"
Pikam let out a shrill howl and his whole body trembled.
He is not afraid of death, but he has an uncontrollable fear when he thinks of becoming mute. The Sri people are a nation that advocates singing and integrate everything into songs. They use songs to tell the history and inheritance of the tribe, and also tell the story of the tribe.
Divine heaven, earth and nature. They are proud of singing, and each person can sing hundreds or even hundreds of songs. Once a person becomes mute, he will no longer be able to communicate with his ancestors and heaven and earth, and will be despised by the entire tribe.
, even the soul cannot return to its ancestral land.
"Lao Pu, that's enough! I still want to ask questions, so don't really hurt him."
Chihuaco watched with cold eyes until he was almost done with establishing his power, then he took two steps forward and signaled the gray warriors to stop.
"Hmph! There are so many Sris on the island. After killing him, we will probably catch another one!
Puap said "hum" and put away the dagger. He thought for a moment, gave Pikam two more palms, and then stood up and left.
The two of them had a tacit understanding for a long time. One was a bad guy and the other was a good guy. They wanted to get some information out of the Sri leader.
The sun sets in the west, reflecting the sparkling waves; the clouds are magnificent, with a faint blush. Half a day has passed since the fierce water battle in the afternoon. Ever since Chief Pikam's boat was overturned, the Sri Lankan fleet has been plunged into complete chaos.
There was chaos. Some of the boats rushed forward desperately to rescue the fallen chief, but most of them stayed behind slowly, with fear and hesitation. The enemy's boats were disconnected from the front and rear, and without enough numbers, it was impossible to truly attack them.
The large ship posed a threat. The kingdom's fleet collided for a while, and arrows rained down, finally completely killing the Sri Lankan fleet!
Afterwards, Chihuaco had people search for it for a while, and captured the unconscious tattooed warrior, Chief Pikam, from a Sri Lankan boat.
After a fighting, the expedition fleet lost more than a dozen people, and the Sri Lankan people suffered at least over a hundred casualties. Seeing this fierce water battle, the soldiers on the shore roared wildly, going crazy, and even shot arrows far out to sea.
, but to no avail.
In order to be prepared for the night attack by the Sri people, Chihuaco did not stay on the shore longer. He let the fleet row northwest for half a day, temporarily out of sight of the Sri people, and then he freed up his hands to deal with the captured prisoners.
"Warrior, you fought to the last moment, you are very brave! The most important warrior of the tribe in the lake, we admire your bravery and express our goodwill to you!"
With a smile on his face, Chihuaco walked to Pikam's side. He knelt down and gave Pikam a mouthful of honey water first.
"Here, drink some honey water. It's very sweet!"
"...Well?"
Chief Pikam was a little dazed. He subconsciously opened his mouth, carefully retracted his tongue, and drank a few large sips of honey water. The tribal warriors set out early in the morning and ran for most of the day before arriving at the ancestral island. Then he fought fiercely with the intruders.
During the battle, he didn't eat for a whole day. When he regained consciousness, he felt hungry and thirsty all over, and he didn't have any strength at all.
"You, Lake Tribe?"
"Yes. We are warriors from the Lake Tribe in the far south. When we come here, we have no ill intentions toward your Sri Tribe. We are not enemies. You are not enemies either! There is a misunderstanding between us and you!
"
"No! Tahyok, Khanty, our ancestral land!"
Upon hearing Shantiao's translation, Pikam's eyes suddenly widened. He stared at Chihuaco's face and roared in a low voice.
"You are intruders! Climbing the tribe's ancestral land and destroying the tribe's heritage are the mortal enemies of all tribes! Ntaho! Get out of here, Lake Tribe!"
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Chihuaco scratched his head, feeling a little troubled. His guess was verified. Tiburon Island is indeed the ancestral land of the Sri people, and it is a sacred island that all Sri tribes must protect even if they fight! After a while, the old man
The militiaman sighed and tried to reply with a smile.
"Calm down, warrior! We are not enemies. We are friends. We will leave here soon! Soon, leave!"
"Not an enemy, but a friend? Are you leaving soon?"
Pikam looked suspicious. He looked at Chihuaco's expression and thought about his situation. The other party seemed to be relatively friendly. He stopped the evil man who cut out his tongue and fed himself a few more mouthfuls of honey. He shouldn't be lying.
.He tried hard to use his brain and said loudly.
"You swear! Swear by your ancestors!"
"..."
Chihuaco raised his eyebrows, patiently clenched his fists on his chest, and swore loudly.
"Ancestors witness! Our kingdom's fleet is not the enemy of the Sri people. Soon, we will leave your ancestral land! We have no ill intentions!"
Pikam listened carefully, but unfortunately there was no translator, so he couldn't understand a single word. And the translator's words were hard to believe. He gritted his teeth and shouted again.
"Captain of the big ship! I can't understand your oath. I will cut my palm and swear an oath with your blood!"
"What?!"
Upon hearing this request, Chihuaco was stunned. He looked at Shantiao and asked doubtfully.
"What is he going to do?"
"Captain, he wants to swear an oath on blood with you. He means cutting his palms together, then sticking them together, letting the blood flow in one place, and then repeating the oath. In this way, through the medium of blood, under the witness of the ancestors, the oaths made by both parties will be fulfilled.
Once you have magic power, you can restrain the other party..."
Shanniao blinked and translated carefully.
"...cut your palm and swear against it?"
Chihuaco's old face trembled. He raised his head and looked at Huitu Puap.
"Lao Pu!"
"Old man Qi, what do you think I'm going to do? I don't do this kind of thing! Hmph, if you follow my wishes, I'll torture him directly and make him say anything!"
"...Why!"
The old militiaman sighed helplessly. He thought about it and said seriously.
"Witness the ancestors! Swear on blood, both parties must swear an oath to be fair! I can swear to leave the island, put you back to the tribe, and not be an enemy of you Sri people! But you must also swear!"
"What! Are you willing to swear and let me go back to the tribe?!"
Hearing this, Pikam was startled, with a look of surprise on his face. After he was captured, he originally thought that he would die and was ready for his soul to return to his ancestral land. But now, the sudden appearance of life made him unable to take precautions.
His mind was a little relaxed. After a moment, he answered hesitantly.
"Well, um... swearing to each other is fair. Then, what do you want me to swear to?"
"I want you to swear that you will no longer be our enemy and tell me the news from the north!"
"I will no longer be your enemy and tell the news to the north?"
Pikam hesitated and thought about it for a long time.
The other party killed many Sri warriors, and even many warriors from their own tribe died... However, they stayed on the big boat, and the tribe's small boat couldn't do anything to them. The tribe needed to hunt and migrate, and they didn't have much reserves.
Food. Therefore, such a large-scale mobilization of various ministries is under great pressure and cannot be sustained for too long. Once most of the soldiers leave, a small number of guards cannot guard the big island... In general, if they can be allowed to leave their ancestors,
Earth, the sacrifice of some warriors is still acceptable.
What's more, if he is captured by the enemy, even if he is released to the tribe, he will be stained with an indelible stain. And if he can let the other party leave, he will become a warrior who is not afraid of life and death, go deep into the ship alone, and persuade the fierce
The hostile tribe finally protected the sacred ancestral land! In this way, this will become a good story that will be sung by everyone and make the tribe famous!
As for the news from the north, he would definitely not tell about the Sri tribe. As for other news, it wouldn't matter if he did.
Pikam thought for a while and made a decisive decision.
"Okay! Leader of the big ship, I promise you!"
"Okay! Warrior, wow!"
Chihuaco laughed with joy, and his old face turned into a flower. He asked someone to loosen Pikam's bonds, and handed him an obsidian dagger. Then, the two of them raised the dagger at the same time, facing the gorgeous sunset, and at the same time raised their daggers to their palms.
