Chapter 843: The second kingdom exploration, the ferocious smile of the canine leader
The old militiamen were captured. Of the twenty-one crew members, not one escaped.
Everyone was taken away their weapons, gems, and boats. A canine hunter wanted to snatch the golden sun amulet around the neck of priest Mecat. Mecat roared angrily and fought to the death. As a result, the red-haired canine hunter
The captain came out, scolded the hunter a few words, and then let him go.
"What did he say?"
"I can't understand him."
Priest Mecat shook his head, with some doubts on his face.
"But I seem to have heard the name of the Lord God... Does he believe in the Lord God?"
Everyone didn't know the answer, but they were all stuffed into the village elder's big hut like some kind of cargo and became prisoners. However, what was unexpected was that this group of people appeared out of nowhere.
After robbing them of all their belongings and weapons, the canine warriors still provided them with food and treated the injured.
"Mecat, have you seen it? Their leader seems to be holding a weapon from the kingdom..."
"Of course, they robbed us..."
"No. I mean, that's what he took when we first met."
"Huh?! When we first met?"
In the dark hut, Priest Mekart suddenly stood up. He pondered for a moment, showing hesitation on his face.
"You mean..."
"These are not those wild canine descendants in the wasteland...they have had contact with the kingdom!"
"Contact?...Then, what kind of contact is it?"
Speaking of this, the two of them fell into silence at the same time. According to the kingdom's always strong style, no matter how you think about it, it will not be a good contact. And every day now may be the last day of your life.
"Hey! God bless you! Go to sleep..."
The sun rises and the moon sets, and the days of imprisonment are boring and boring, and full of anxiety and suffering. The people were imprisoned in the small village for more than ten days without waiting for any dialogue. They were guarded by only the same number of canine warriors, fierce and
Simple, stubborn and silent, and unable to understand the language.
"O God! Where did this dog descendant come from? Can't you even understand the language of the Guakili people?"
Priest Mekat squinted his eyes and looked at the soldiers guarding outside through the gaps in the hut. He looked at the blue tattoos on the faces of those soldiers, their long hair, and the short leather belts that tied their hair. He had no impression at all.
.And it wasn’t until he saw a warrior’s horn that he realized something.
"The horn of the northern bull? A tribe from the northern plains?..."
After a few more days of difficult imprisonment, the smell in the hut became a bit choking. The farmland outside the village was full of green, and the corns were half as tall as a man. It seemed that it was already July at least, even though he was imprisoned
The seriously wounded are all able to walk.
The red-haired dog-born captain then gathered his men and prepared to escort these prisoners away. But as soon as the old militiamen were escorted to the entrance of the village, they saw a red-haired scout running from the northwest and said something to the dog-born captain.
.
"What? They're coming?"
The dog-born captain was obviously taken aback. After hesitating for a moment, he gave the order again and drove the captured crew members back into the house.
Two more days followed. It was not until the early morning of the third day that another group of hundreds of canine descendants hurried from the northwest. Through the cracks in the hut, the sharp-eyed scout Shanniao saw that these canine descendants were all carrying
Two or three meter long spears, many with red hair, were obviously more elite than the team in the village.
Under the uneasy gaze of everyone, the new canine leader carried a copper ax and several personal guards. He just asked a few words and strode towards the hut. Then, the red-haired captain in the village hurriedly
Arrive and block the other party from the hut.
"The Lord God and the ancestors witness! Why are you here in such a hurry?"
"Ancestors witness! Of course I have to come here in a hurry! If I were a little late, you would have sent me to the south!"
The new canine leader was aggressive and had ferocious red tattoos on his face. He puffed out his young and strong chest, gritted his teeth fiercely, and shouted loudly.
"Let me in!"
"what are you up to?"
"What did you say I was going to do?"
"The chief said it! The Mexicans are our allies now. You can't kill them!"
"Ha! Allies? They are allies and you still rob them?"
"That's another thing. They have too many weapons and armor, and they are injured... Only when the weapons are given to us can they be truly effective! Besides, I don't kill them, I heal them..."
"Witness the ancestors! The Mexicaans are not our allies!"
The young tattooed leader roared loudly and howled like a wolf.
"They are just using the tribe! They have the best armor, but they never gave it to us... Have you forgotten? Who drove the tribe here from the plateau!"
"The big chief knows everything you said! Little chief Alan also knows it! That's why we captured Otter City and didn't hand it over to them."
The red-haired canine captain gritted his teeth, restrained the murderous intention in his heart, and answered angrily.
"They attacked the tribe, hunted us down, and killed so many warriors from all tribes! Even the powerful Chief Chichika died in their hands..."
"I have never forgotten it over the years! I remember their wooden beasts, their rockets, their thunder, and their thick-skinned warriors... I want to kill them too!..."
"But now is not the time to fall out! The chief is moving the surrendered Huastec tribes to new nests in the north. Outside Otter City, there are also troops from Palmus Valley City...the Silver Crows who are loyal to the Mexica people
Tribes are also becoming more and more active in the south... Therefore, the chief said, treat them as allies and do not kill anyone!"
"No killing...ha!"
Hearing these words, the young tattooed leader suddenly calmed down. He jeered, paused for a moment, and then whispered.
"Give them to me...let me kill them! No one will know..."
"But…"
"You know, the blood feud between me and the Mexicans! The blood feud between us and the Mexicans!...I brought more people than you..."
The young tattooed leader narrowed his eyes, revealing murderous intent and threats.
“Give them to me! I promise, no one will know!…”
"you!…"
"I also guarantee that... all the weapons and armor you captured will fall into your hands, and no one will come to snatch them away!"
"..."
After hearing the last sentence, the red-haired canine captain was silent for a moment. After a while, he asked softly.
"you promise?"
"I promise!"
"You promise?"
"We promise!"
"Oh well."
The red-haired canine captain stepped aside and pushed open the door, allowing the frightened fleet members to appear in the sight of the young leader.
"The Lord God and the ancestors bear witness! They are yours...do it cleanly and don't let anyone know..."
"The ancestors witnessed it! Don't worry!"
The young tattooed leader grinned, showing his sharp teeth. Then, he held a copper ax and walked into the hut with his bodyguards, grinning ferociously.