Chapter 648: The Second Kingdom Exploration, the Fury of the Tiger Tribe
The long river surged and merged into the seashore. The canoe left, carrying the news that the priest Tomat was detained and the conditions of the Puton tribe. The sailors were running around on the long boat, the warriors were wearing armor, and no one knew what kind of fierce quarrels there had been.
Two quarters of an hour later, the canoe came back again, bringing back a hundred shining sharp copper axes, which blinded the tribal warriors.
"Ha! Priest Nava, I never imagined that you are so noble and valuable!"
Chief Mozi looked at the shining copper ax and grinned. His small eyes glowed with greed, and he stretched out his hand and patted Priest Tomat on the face, like patting a priceless statue of a god.
"You said, you are so noble, if you ask the fleet again for a hundred copper axes, will they give it to you? Haha, there is a translator from the city-state, so let's pay for ten copper axes!"
The Mayan businessman Tikalo trembled and translated the chief's words. He felt both regret and complaint in his heart. Why did he want to wade through this muddy water? He was about to leave, so why did he want to inspire the greed of these barbarians?
Desire? It's gone now. The other party got greedy and turned the table over. This greed always goes further and cannot be satisfied, and this time, I'm afraid there will be no return...
"O God of Serpents! I have worked so hard, waited for so many years, and planned for many months. Seeing that there is hope for revenge, am I going to fall on the last stretch of the road? Is this my destined fate?..."
"The greedy man who is greedy for wealth, the blasphemer who murders the priests, the renegade who does not keep his promise! The Lord God will witness all this, send down divine punishment, and let your soul fall into the cold abyss!"
Priest Tomat was tied up like a rice dumpling and sat next to Chief Mozzi. He tried hard to straighten his spine, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire, his mouth was fearless, and he scolded the Mayan merchant Tikalo.
He shrunk his head and closed his mouth, not daring to translate these words.
"Ha ha!"
Although Chief Mozi didn't understand, he could guess a thing or two. He laughed loudly and looked at the picture booklet in his hand, which was found from the Nahua priest. The pictures were painted with stories about the main gods.
, as well as text labels for the squares.
"Tsk, tsk, this is your inheritance map? It's so thin. What are the drawings? A two-headed pyramid, a mountain with snakes coiled around it, and a god holding lightning?... Hey, this paper is soft and soft.
Tough, it seems to be coated with something, better than the people from the northern city-states!..."
Chief Mozi tugged at the "Ali Sutra" in his hand, feeling the toughness of the hard yellow paper. He also snatched the books and boards from the city-state priests, but they were not as good as those of the Menghu tribe.
As early as the classical era, the Mayans would make simple bark paper and even compile it into books for use by the gods and priests. The priests would also write a highly abstract text, which was passed down from generation to generation like a secret talisman.
The knowledge of the gods was inherited by different priests, and the writing was different. However, after the divine disaster, most of the knowledge of the gods was lost, many priest families died, and even the papermaking technology regressed. However, the abstract and messy Mayan characters were still just
spread among the priests.
"What a prosperous tiger tribe..."
Chief Mozi looked at the book in his hand and muttered. However, a panicked shout suddenly sounded on the coast.
"Coming, coming! They're coming!"
"Bang, bang bang!"
Huge crashing sounds continued one after another, like the strongest tide in the rainy season. Chief Mozi drew out his throwing spear and when he heard the sound, his expression changed!
The seven long boats accelerated to their maximum speed and rushed towards the shore. The oarsmen on the boats blushed and rowed with all their strength. The dozen or so canoes that were intercepted were all "bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang" as soon as they came to block them.
"It was knocked over and overturned. Dozens of tribal warriors fell into the water, tumbling in the waves, and swam hard to the shore. The seven long boats had already approached the shore before their momentum was exhausted, and quickly turned around.
More than a hundred Prepecha warriors stood on the back side of the ship with their big bows raised high. After a moment's pause, they all raised their heads and fired arrows.
"Look up and shoot high!"
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
More than a hundred feathered arrows soared into the sky, crossed over the tribal warriors on the seaside, drew a very high arc, and then landed diagonally on the sandy ground more than two hundred steps away. The sound of "puff" arrows being dropped kept coming.
, one even fell in front of Chief Mozi. At such a distance, the kinetic energy of the bow and arrow has been exhausted, and there is no substantial lethality. But such a long distance itself is a deterrent...
"Hiss! This is? The bow and arrow of the Menghu tribe? It can shoot two hundred steps!..."
For the first time, fear appeared on Chief Moqi's face. This was obviously a demonstration by the Menghu tribe. He stared at the nearby longboat, his expression uncertain, and he was silent in thought.
"The huge ramming longship, the long-distance archery on board, plus the two hundred axe-wielding and armored warriors... who can run away, shoot from a distance, carry and assault!...All these together, even if there are only a few
Hundreds of people will also cause great trouble to the tribe!"
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
Another round of threatening arrows was fired from the seven long boats. Then, the fleet quickly turned the bows, and the oarsmen rowed desperately. They once again broke away from contact and retreated into the offshore. Only a dozen boats capsized on the coast.
The floating canoe and dozens of tribal warriors who had fallen into the water were swimming ashore in embarrassment.
Chief Mozi watched the fleet move away for a while and then stopped offshore. He knew that he was waiting for a reply. He turned his head again and looked at the feather arrows on the sand, the bronze ax in front of him, and finally the ridge beam.
The upright Nava priest's expression became fierce.
"Ha! Nava Priest, your crew dares to threaten me! Threatening the brave short spear tribe, intimidating a powerful chief like me!... You know, no matter how fast your longship is, it can't get ashore! Your bows shoot
No matter how far it is, it's only more than a hundred ships. No matter how powerful your tribe is, it's still three thousand miles away! As long as we retreat inland or return to the walled city, your fleet will pose no threat to us.
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Chief Mozi squinted his eyes and sneered in a deep voice. Then, he seemed to be mocking, but also seemed to be venting the anger and anxiety in his heart, and suddenly waved the weapon in his hand.
ax.
"Ha! Nava Priest, your crew doesn't care about your life or death at all! I will kill you! I will take you back to the city and make you into tonight's dinner!
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"..."
The Mayan businessman Tikalo was about to cry and stammered in his translation. Priest Tomat looked resolute. Although his heart was trembling, his face showed a calmness without fear of death.
"The Lord God bless me! His Majesty the Divine Enlightenment said that weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, but arrogance is! Chief Morton, the powerful Tiger Tribe came with good intentions, but you responded with malice and greed!...
You are like a grass rat in a burrow in the prairie, greedily popping up to eat, but you don't know the speed and ferocity of the jaguar!... Tikalo, if you want to survive, just give me a word-for-word translation, don't
Being smart!"
"Well!..."
Tikalo paused for a moment. Soon, he was crying and translating the strong words of the priest of the main god word for word, sweating profusely.
"Huh? Looking for death!"
Hearing this, Chief Mozi's eyes became fierce, and he raised his newly acquired copper axe. The sharp ax blade shone with a dazzling cold light in the midday sun.
"Ha! Priest Nava, if you say one more thing, I will cut off your limbs right now! Make you regret and cry!"
Priest Thomat was not afraid. He even laughed and cursed angrily.
"Witness the Lord God! Chief Puton, you don't know the power of our power, nor the value of our friendship, nor can you understand the glory of the Lord God's mercy! These one hundred copper axes are just jaguars to the powerful alliance.
The hair on the body! And the 400 warriors on the ship are only one-twentieth of the 8,000-man legion. There are twenty such 8,000-man legion in the alliance!"
"Come on, kill me! With the blessing of the Lord God, you will lead my soul to the Kingdom of Light! And you will regret and cry! Because you will face the anger of the Tiger Tribe, and you will lose your refuge.
The hope of the Lord God, if you lose the opportunity for the tribe to rise, you will also completely lose your tribe!... You will regret and cry for the rest of your life for everything you have done today!"
"Five Dynasties Rivers, Mountains and Winds"
Hearing the angry shouts of Priest Tomat, Chief Mozi lowered his eyes and remained silent.
"The anger of the Menghu tribe...the opportunity for the tribe to rise?..."
One hundred copper axes are enough to prove the wealth of the Menghu tribe. The long boats and big bows can also prove the strength of the Menghu tribe. And the priest Tuomat behaved so calmly in the face of death, far better than the priests of the city-states.
Be braver! Those words full of confidence are obviously backed by the big tree and firmly believe in the strength of the Tiger Tribe!
After a while, Chief Moqi gritted his teeth, raised his copper ax with a cold face, and suddenly swung it down!
"Ah! God Serpent God, save me! I still have some big things to accomplish!"
Mayan businessman Tikalo closed his eyes and howled miserably. However, the cold ax blade did not penetrate his body. After a moment, he opened his eyes tremblingly, only to see the solemn-looking Priest Tomat, and the same
Serious Chief Mozzi.
Priest Tomat moved his stiff shoulders and pulled the severed rope off his body. He stood up with difficulty, tried his best to control his trembling legs, looked at Chief Mozi with his copper ax hanging down, and asked calmly.
"What, Chief of the Puton Tribe, are you going to keep your promise and let me go?"
Chief Mozi pursed his lips and lowered his head. After a while, he looked at Priest Tomat, and the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.
"Priest Nava, your bravery has won my respect! The spiritual ancestor gave me enlightenment and told me the future I chose. He asked you a question through my mouth..."
"Is the friendship brought by the Menghu tribe still there?"
