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The long winds of the wasteland never cease. Watermark advertising test Watermark advertising test It blows through the rich valleys and the farmland by the river, with the smell of withered yellow, and also brings the message of the south. It brushed the unused altar, caressed the vicissitudes of the stone wall, and came outside the ancient city of Palms to the newly built Red Raven camp.

Although it is said to be the Red Crow Camp, there are not too many old Red Crows except for an inherited banner. Three days ago, Alan had already moved eastward along the Tempon River with eight hundred young men and more than a thousand women and children, carrying the harvested grain.

This long-prepared migration did not deceive the eyes and ears of the Chichika chief. However, when the big leader knew the number of Ding Zhuang, he acquiesced to the women and children to retreat in advance. He even arranged for 400 red dog warriors, more than 2000 red dog women and children, plus more than 3000 women and children from various vassals, a total of 8000 people moved east.

Among the 8,000 people who migrated, none of them were old or weak. Even canine women and juveniles could draw their hunting bows and wield stone spears. At this moment, they had probably boarded the prepared raft and went down the Tempon River, more than a hundred miles east.

After these 8,000 people left, there were still more than 30,000 Guaquili tribesmen in the valley, plus 6,000 Otomi serfs and prisoners of war waiting to be slaughtered. After a series of hard battles, the army in the valley has little left. Only the three thousand tribal warriors in the Red Crow Camp were left, as well as the thousands of adult Ding Zhuang scattered in various ministries.

Thinking of this, Amoxi looked resolute, with fearless fighting intent in his eyes. He nodded to Zukata who reported the letter and said kindly.

"Brother Zukata, thank you for the information! The military situation is urgent, I want to convene the soldiers in the camp and send reinforcements to the south as soon as possible!"

Hearing this, Zukarta's expression changed. He opened his mouth to persuade him to say something, but was stopped by Amoxi waved. He could only take Chipava and a few people and step aside.

When the spear team came to the Red Crow camp, they did not hide the military situation in the south. At this moment, the leaders and warriors of various ministries have heard the news and hurriedly gathered. Everyone was talking and looking worried. In the red crow camp, it was already noisy.

Amoxi raised his hands, and everyone gradually fell silent. With bright eyes, he looked around at everyone, and shouted confidently and boldly.

"Heads from all the ministries, warriors! The fearless tribe of red monkeys has descended, and the tyrannical Mexicas are attacking the chief's main camp! The heroic chief is fighting to the death, blocking the Mexica in our Beyond our homeland! Now, with three thousand warriors gathered here, let us rescue the noble leader and defeat the brutal Mexica with the determination to die!"

Hearing this, worries and unease appeared on the faces of many canine warriors. Most of them were defeated troops from various ministries, and the reorganization had not been a few days. The sky fire that night was still haunting them like a nightmare, making them fearful in their hearts.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and a head of the red salamander tribe stood up and questioned loudly.

"Amoxi, you are just the patriarch of the Red Crow Tribe, fleeing from the Red Fox Valley. What qualifications do you have to command our red salamander warriors?"

Hearing this, Amoxi's expression did not change. He laughed out loud and answered loudly.

"I am the patriarch of the Red Crow Tribe, and the leader of the rear battalion personally appointed by the Chichika chief, who can manage all the reserve soldiers!"

"The big leader believes in me, recruits me around, and assigns me a heavy responsibility! I am not afraid of danger, and I will die for the tribal alliance!"

Speaking of this, Amoxi suddenly lifted the wolf robe on his body, revealing his scarred chest.

"I fought with the cactus tribe in the Red Fox Valley, and shot the enemy's black wolf general! I fought with the Uman warriors and attacked the terrifying Death Chief! ... These days, I have led the elites to the south several times. , attacked the camp of the cactus tribe and rescued hundreds of warriors!"

Hearing this, the rescued tribal warriors were excited and shouted the name of Amoxi. They respect the Red Raven chief and are willing to die for him.

Amoshi's expression grew more generous. He clenched his fists, slapped his bare chest, and shouted loudly to the crowd.

"Come on! Look at the scars on my chest, all the marks left by the frontal fight against the cactus warriors! I am both the favorite general of the great leader and the warrior of the alliance! How can I not be qualified to rule the valley warriors? !"

The soldiers in the battalion were overwhelmed by Amoxi's spirit, they clenched their fists and responded messily.

"it is good!"

"What a warrior!"

"I support you!..."

Excited shouts echoed in the camp, and they did not stop for a long time. Until an old man walked into the arena, everyone quickly quieted down. Zukata looked carefully, and it turned out to be the old priest of the wasteland, Zuma, respected by the various tribes of Guaquili.

Priest Zuma looked solemn, wearing ancient robes and holding a carved wooden staff. He walked to the center of the crowd, paused for a moment with his wooden stick, and shouted with vigour.

"Don't worry! Whether Amoxi is qualified to lead the people in the camp, he said it doesn't count, and you don't count it, you have to ask the Mother Earth!"

Hearing this, everyone was startled. Guaquili people fear heaven and earth, respect wind and fire, and regard red as sacred. The Goddess of the Earth is respected, not a **** with a specific image, but more similar to the God of the Celestial Dynasty.

"Come on, light the brazier for sacrifice!"

Priest Zuma shouted to the left and right, and immediately someone brought the prepared brazier. Dried pine wood burned in the brazier, and unknown herbs were added. The breeze was blowing, and the rosin and medicinal fragrance were scattered with the wind, and everyone looked solemn.

Zukarta stood aside, looking anxious. There was a dash of absurdity in his heart. The military situation in the south is so urgent that a decisive choice must be made whether to fight or flee. At this time, the Guakili people in the camp are still holding divination?

Thinking of this, Zukata shook his head again and again. It's a pity that on such a sacred occasion, as an alien, he has no right to speak, so he has to watch silently.

"Divine heaven and earth, noble ancestors! Please listen to the call of the people of the earth... At this critical moment, please grant me divine enlightenment... May I ask, warrior Amoshi, is it the revered mother earth? God, the chosen leader of Guachili?"

The priest Zuma chanted and danced a strange and mysterious dance. The wooden bell on him shook with the dance and made a special sound, making everyone present dizzy. After a while, Zuma stepped forward and threw a bison skull into the fire. The blazing flames cracked the skull, and the old priest took out a handful of powder from his arms and threw it into the brazier suddenly.

"call!"

The flames in the brazier suddenly burst into flames, and everyone in shock took a step back. Priest Zuma's expression did not change. He took out a rough white "linen cloth" from his arms and wrapped it around his hand. Then, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and from the blazing flames, he grabbed the burned skull.

The old priest looked at the skull for a moment, and his expression changed for a long time. Under everyone's attention, he suddenly fell to his knees and saluted Amosy respectfully.

"Ah! The cracking of the skull is the most sacred sign! The leader of Amoxi, the Mother Earth recognizes you, and you are the leader chosen by heaven and earth!"

Then, Priest Zuma turned his head and shouted solemnly to the crowd.

"Don't kneel down quickly and pray to the Earth Goddess! Salute to the chosen Amoxi leader!"

Zukata watched with a cold eye, and only then did he taste a little bit. After thinking about it, a smile appeared on his face, and he immediately knelt down and salute. However, there are many Warriors who are quicker than him. These people fell to their knees without hesitation, shouting neatly.

"Meet the leader of Amoshi! The leader chosen by the Mother Earth!"

Seeing the miraculous scene and hearing the shouts of the crowd, thousands of tribal warriors knelt down and saluted the Amoxi leader. Hundreds of rescued warriors shouted frantically, and the atmosphere in the field was infectious. The dozens of tribal leaders present looked at each other, and although they all looked flickering, they had to follow the general trend and slowly knelt down to the ground.

Seeing the people kneeling down, Amoxi burst into laughter. His expression was firm, his eyes were bright, and his pride was burning like fire.

"Rise, my warriors, my warriors! The Earth Mother has chosen me, and I will live and die with you! Now the noble Chichica chief is in the south, resisting the tyrannical Mexica! The people of the wasteland will never give in. Let me lead you together to support Chief Chichika and fight to the death of the Great Chief Death!"

"Listen to you, Chief Amoxi! Fight to the death with you!"

Hearing this, the tribal warriors showed admiration and cried out on the ground. They had been convinced by Amoxi, and they were all excited at this time, which inspired the **** bravery of the wasteland dog. At this moment, Amoxi's figure was as tall as a big leader. Boiling cheers echoed in the camp, as if everyone had won victory.

Hearing that he was going south, Zukata frowned. He looked at the elder tribe leaders, who also looked uneasy and worried.

At the critical moment, Priest Zuma stood up. He took two steps forward, raised his wooden staff, bowed his head to salute Amoxi, and then looked at the excited warriors.

"Going to the south to fight is related to the survival of the Guaquili people. What is the good and bad luck of this battle, please let me ask the Mother Earth!"

Amoxi pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

"Okay! Excuse me, respected priest Zuma!"

Seeing Amoxi's respectful attitude, Priest Zuma nodded with satisfaction. He burned incense again, danced and sang, and threw the buffalo skull into the fire.

There was solemnity in the vast camp. Thousands of tribal warriors were apprehensive, waiting for the results of the divination. Priest Zuma sang for a while before spilling powder again, and then suddenly took out the cracked skull from the blazing flames.

The old priest held the skull and looked at it with a serious expression for a long time, but said nothing.

"Respected priest Zuma, what is the result of the divination? The noble chief Chichika is still waiting for my rescue!"

Amoxi looked eager and asked aloud. Everyone also held their breath.

"Respected Chief Ammosi."

Priest Zuma pondered for a while and said calmly.

"The Divine Revelation of the Earth Mother has descended. But before it is announced, there is one last step to be done!"

"Please make it clear to the priest!"

Amoxi nodded solemnly.

"The earth goddess said, ask the Amoxi leader to drink the burning divination powder and accept the enlightenment of the gods!"

Priest Zuma looked around the crowd with a solemn expression.

Hearing this, Zukata pinched his fingers in confusion, what is this development.

"it is good!"

Amoxi certainly should be. He took a handful of divination powder, swallowed it, and then took the water bottle handed by Priest Zuma and drank it.

"Huh? This is... I saw it!..."

Amoxi stood for a moment, and his eyes became empty and confused. A deep shock appeared on his face, affecting the hearts of all warriors. Suddenly, Amoxi raised his head and let out a painful cry.

"what!..."

A terrifying cry roared like a beast, shaking the entire camp. Everyone was shocked, looking up, the respected leader of Amoxi had fainted in the divine revelation.

"This... what's going on here?"

"What did the leader see?"

"What is the prophecy?"

The soldiers screamed in panic. High Priest Zuma was calm and unhurried. He raised the divine scepter in one hand and the bull skull for divination in the other, and roared in an old voice.

"Earth Goddess descends Divine Revelation!"

Hearing this, the camp became quiet again, only the old priest's shocking chant.

"The south is a deep darkness, an irresistible return. The shadow of death comes from the south and is about to devour everything in the valley! . . . The earth mother said, our home is not here, but after climbing over the mountains, The fertile soil where the great river flows! The vitality of the Guaquili is in the east!"

"Ah! This! What does the respected priest of Zuma, the Goddess of the Mother God, mean?"

"God's revelation means..."

Priest Zuma raised his wooden staff and looked south again. In his pale old eyes, the exhilaration of revenge flickered.

"Fate is doomed! The Chichika leader will return to the earth, and the cactus tribe will capture the valley. And we in the camp must immediately migrate to the east, protect the first tribe, and regain a foothold in the east of the mountains!"

"Ah? Migrating to the East!..."

The silence of the crowd did not last long, and the Red Crow Camp soon boiled. The people of the wasteland have long been accustomed to migration, and as long as they choose a direction, they will not hesitate for too long. Soon, the three thousand tribal warriors brought food and weapons, abandoned the baggage and camp, and swiftly headed east. And more than a dozen messengers set off at the same time, going to various ministries in the valley, to inform the mother goddess of the divine revelation.

Zukarta watched all this, thinking silently in his heart. He brought a few old Tarrasco brothers, carrying long guns, and followed the fast-moving team.

"Chipava."

"Captain Zukata."

"Good, very good."

A smile appeared on Zukata's dull face.

"Ah, what's nice?"

Chipava scratched his head, puzzled.

"Chief Red Crow, it's very good... Also, our choice is also very good!"

Zukata smiled faintly and looked up at the sky~lightnovelpub.net~ The sun was already sloping westward, and the red glow dyed the sky, reflecting the earth and covering the mountains in the south.

"It's a splendid evening. The battle in the south should be over! The old wolf king sank into the abyss of death, and the new wolf king was born in the mountains. The long day is finally over!"

Chipava seemed to understand but nodded again and again. He looked not far ahead, and the unconscious leader Amoshi was lying on a wooden frame two people tall, motionless, carried by the loyal Red Raven warriors.

"It's like carrying a sacrifice..."

The young militiaman muttered to himself. Zukarta smiled and shook his head.

"No, from today onwards, that is a hero with divinity!"

The conversation between the two dissipated in the wind and flew far away.

On the wooden stand, the divine Amoshi remained motionless and silently opened his eyes. His eyes were clear and bright, reflecting the red dusk and the vast world.

"Rest in peace! Chief Chichika... I'm back! Alan..."