Chapter 647: The second exploration of the kingdom, the first intimate contact
The tide rises and falls, submerging the tidal flats on the shore and washing away the calloused soles of the feet. The Puton warriors stood on the beach, holding up their shields and spears, and letting out bursts of beast roars and wolf howls.
However, amidst their demonstrations and intimidation, the seven invading longships approached again and gradually approached the coast. Dozens of canoes gathered again, and the tribal warriors on board raised their spears and were always ready to fight.
On the coast, Moch, the chief of the Short Spear Tribe, was wearing wooden armor, a bright feather crown, and carrying seven thick and short throwing spears. He stood in the center of the tribal warriors and was observing the invasion by sea.
Next to him were hundreds of tribal warriors wearing wooden armor, each of whom also carried a throwing spear on his back.
The Short Spear Tribe is the strongest among the several large tribes of the Puton tribe in the prairie. They occupy the open grassland by the sea and the fertile lower reaches of the Dacao River. They are named after the "short spear" they throw.
Most of the tribal warriors are good at throwing spears and spears, especially the elite tribal warriors, who can even shoot running wild deer.
"Huh? This is..."
Chief Mozi squinted his eyes and looked at the Kingdom fleet on the beach. The fleet approached for a while and then stopped again. Then, a canoe was lowered from the big ship. Two sailors paddled the boat and sailed towards the mouth of the river.
On the small boat, there stood a foreign priest in a white robe with a feather crown, holding a book, and a Mayan commoner with a slender head but no facial tattoos.
"Witness the gods! The respected Chief Puton on the opposite side! We are the envoys of the fleet. We come from the Nahua tribe in the west. We have no hostility! We come with gifts, and we are willing to be your friends!"
A few hundred steps away, the Mayan civilians on the boat raised their hands in the air, shouted at the top of their lungs, in a standard northern city-state accent.
"City people?..."
Hearing the accent of the other party, Chief Mozi frowned slightly, and then he was attracted by the words that followed.
"Nahua Tribe?!"
The Nahua Eastern Expedition five hundred years ago completely changed the structure of the Mayan world and brought many Nahua tribes who migrated eastward. Until now, there are still sporadic Nahua tribes remaining in the jungles hundreds of miles to the west.
, have also had contact with the Puton tribes. In the lowland city-states in the north, there are many Nahua-speaking groups, all left behind by the collapsed Toltec dynasty. Of course, the Puton tribes are among the Mayans.
The savages who hunted in the vast grasslands and mountains of the central region could not speak the Nahua language.
"Bring them here!"
A dozen tribal warriors swarmed forward, holding shiny obsidian spears, and spread out to guard the two people who landed, walking towards the strong chief. Priest Tomat wore a feather crown on his head, with a fearless and calm face. Next to him, the Mayan businessman Ti
Carlo was trembling with fear and wanted to cry. Even though he was full of reluctance, he still walked step by step into the "barbaric" Puton tribe.
"A brave Nahua priest and a timid Mayan commoner, what an interesting combination!"
The corners of Chief Mozi's mouth turned up, and he was a little curious. But this was just curiosity, not goodwill. He took off a sharp throwing spear, held it in his hand, and watched the two people get closer and closer until they were within ten steps!
"Ancestors witness! The intruder will die under my short spear!"
Chief Mozi shouted sharply, raised his sharp short spear, and without hesitation, threw it forward!
"Whoosh!"
The Mayan businessman Tikalo immediately trembled, his knees became weak, and he even dwarfed half of his body. Sweat broke out on his back, and he blurted out this sentence when he remembered the time when His Highness used him as a target for a test shot.
"God bless you!"
"God bless you!"
The spears whizzed at him, and within ten steps, there was no time to dodge. Priest Thomas closed his eyes, remained motionless, and prayed sternly. Then, he felt a chill on his scalp, and the feather crest on his head was accurately hit by the spears.
Shot down. And he stretched out his hand to touch the top of his head, and could vaguely touch his scalp. It was obvious that he was bald. Really, life and death only lasted a moment.
In full view of the public, the feather crown that symbolized the identity of the priest was shot off. Priest Tomat barely survived, but before he had time to be afraid, the anger in his heart had already risen. With a sharp look in his eyes, he shouted loudly in Nahua language.
"Chief of the Puton tribe! I come with the light of the Lord God, and with the goodwill of the Mexica Alliance! How dare you act brazenly and offend the majesty of the Lord God?... The powerful alliance rules the plateau, and there are countless fierce warriors.
Tens of thousands! Don’t let the scriptures of the Lord God fall from my hands!”
Hearing the angry scolding of Priest Tomat, a cold sweat broke out on the Mayan merchant's shiny forehead. He couldn't wait to stand up straight, so he racked his brains and translated loudly.
"Dear Chief Puton! This is the God of War priest from the Tiger Tribe, who comes with piety and friendship! Why do you want to take action for no reason and hurt the friendship of the distinguished priest?... The powerful Tiger Tribe rules the western plateau.
There are twenty times as many warriors as you! Please don’t disappoint the friendly priests and attract the wrath of the gods!”
"The powerful tiger tribe has twenty times as many warriors as us?"
Hearing this, Chief Mozi was slightly solemn. He did not believe that there could be such a powerful tribe in the world. However, since the other party has seven large ships and hundreds of warriors who have traveled far, they should come from a large Nahua tribe.
There is no doubt about it. But why would such a tribe suddenly appear on the tribal land?
Chief Mozi was silent and looked carefully at Priest Tomat in front of him. Priest Tomat was still angry and gritted his teeth as he also observed the Mayan chief in front of him. However, after a moment, the expressions of both parties were moved.
"The head is slightly longer, and there are tattoos on the face, but there are no fighting cock eyes or trimmed teeth... There are not many so-called divine features among Mayan nobles on this chief's face!..."
Priest Tuomat moved his eyes slightly and saw the opponent's strong arms, burly figure, and rough big feet. There is no doubt that the leader of the Puton tribe in front of him is also a powerful tribal warrior. This can
The Maya gods he saw along the way were completely different.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Chief Mozi looked at the Nava priest in front of him, and his eyes stayed on the copper ax on his waist for a while. Then, there was curiosity on his face, and there was more
Some seriousness. Such a strong priest is rare among Mayan tribes. He pondered for a while, then clenched his fist and hammered his chest hard to express the respect of the warrior.
"Priest of the Nahua people, the gods have left, will not bring down their wrath, and will never come back! I threw a short spear and called on my spiritual ancestors. Since you are not dead, you are not an intruder. Now, tell me
Me! Why did your fleet appear on our land?"
After hearing what the chief said, Tikalo wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt a little relieved. As long as the other party is willing to talk and doesn't kill people as soon as they meet, then he has room to use his talents. He quickly made some modifications and translated the chief's
If so, remind in a low voice.
"Throwing spears when you meet is not only an expression of intimidation, a display of extraordinary combat skills, but also a test of your courage... Priest Thomas, the other party did not offend the Lord God, so our gift..."
Priest Tomat seemed as if he had not heard anything. He looked directly into the eyes of Chief Mozi with majestic eyes and spoke loudly.
"The Mayan gods have long since left, but the Lord Nava has just ascended to the top! He continues to send down miracles and uses divine guidance to lead an extremely powerful alliance. Our fleet came from three thousand miles away.
I don’t covet your land, and I have no hostility towards you. We appear here because we are guided by divine inspiration and shoulder the sacred mission to go to Snake Island in the East China Sea!”
"Miracle? Divine revelation?..."
Hearing this, Chief Mozi shook his head. Since the divine disaster, there has been no divine revelation in the hearts of the Puton tribes. However, he could understand other devout tribes, so he asked curiously.
"Ancestors witness! You really came from a distance of three thousand miles? Then what is your mission?"
"Witness the Lord God! We are going to the East China Sea and prepare ourselves on Snake Island to fight against the white-skinned evil demon!"
Having said this, Priest Tomat looked firm and repeated the prophecy of the white-skinned demon again. Chief Mozi was stunned for a while and his eyes widened. After a while, he came back to his senses and shook his head vigorously.
He shook his head.
"The spiritual ancestors have never given us enlightenment. But if there are invaders coming, no matter what they look like, we will fight them!... Priest of the Tiger Tribe, I respect your mission and your
Piety and courage. You are a qualified warrior! However, if you have no other words, you can leave! Don’t set foot on our land again!”
"..."
Priest Thomas gritted his teeth, pursed his lips, and felt a little frustrated. He leaned down, picked up the priest's feather crown on the ground, and put it on his head again. Then, he stared at the obsidian spear on the ground and pondered for a moment,
Stand up straight again.
"Chief of the Puton tribe! One of the purposes of our fleet coming east is to convey the Lord God's prophecy. Since you have listened to the Lord God's revelation, you will receive the Lord God's gift!"
Having said this, Priest Tomat reached into his arms, took out a bag of gems, and handed it to Chief Moqi's bodyguard. Then, he gritted his teeth, took off the fine copper ax from his waist, and handed it directly to Moqi.
Chief Qi.
"Um?"
Chief Mozi glanced at the gems in the bag, and there was no change on his face. The Short Spear Tribe hardly traded with city-state people, and they didn't pay much attention to the gems that the gods loved. Then, he took the bronze ax from Priest Tomat and touched it.
Touching the sharp ax blade, my fingers felt a slight pain, and my eyes immediately froze.
"Hey! This axe..."
Chief Mozi turned over his palm and faced the bright sunlight. He suddenly saw his scratched finger and was suddenly surprised.
"What kind of ax is this? It's so sharp!"
"This is the ax given to warriors by the war god Nava. It is not only sharp, but also tough."
Mayan businessman Tikallo saw the right moment and spoke with a smile.
"And with such a god-given battle ax, tens of thousands of warriors from the Tiger Tribe can all hold it in their hands!"
Hearing this, Chief Mozi raised his eyebrows. He held an obsidian short spear and touched the bronze battle ax with both hands.
"Bah!"
In just one powerful blow, the tip of the short spear was missing a length, but the blade of the battle ax was undamaged. Seeing this scene, Tikalo raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Priest Tomat who was also smiling.
.Then, the two of them looked at the shocked Chief Mozi, with expectation in their eyes.
Chief Mozi's expression changed, and he lowered his head and thought for a while. After a while, he finally raised his head again, with a cold look in his eyes, and pointed at the two of them.
"Capture them! Send a messenger and tell the Tiger Tribe! Give them a hundred god-given battle axes in exchange for their God of War priest!"