"Drip! Drip! Drip!..."

The sound of the conch horn of the warrior squad sounded not far from the mountain. Chivaco stopped and listened for a few breaths, his expression slowed down a little. He signaled the sailors to speed up their pace, and after passing two mountain passes, the **** battlefield suddenly appeared!

On the yellow-brown ground, more than a dozen corpses fell around, turning into pools of bright red. At the place where the corpses were concentrated, two wounded Prepecha warriors were squatting on the ground, anxiously inspecting something.

"Damn it! It must be Sri Dog!"

Seeing the team being attacked, Huitu Puap let out a yell, furious. After searching eagerly for a while, he found a corpse with arrows in his eyes, which was the captain of the investigation team.

"Chicari!"

Puap's heart trembled. He uttered a cry of grief, then staggered, and ran towards his fallen cronies.

He was demoted to the seaside, followed by only a dozen trusted subordinates, dozens of warriors from the capital city, and 300 surrendered southern warriors. Since he went to sea, he had already lost two of his confidantes, and now another one died here, which is really heartbreaking.

You know, these trusted confidantes who have been in the battlefield for a long time, but he controls the backbone of the army, and the capital of his recovery in the future! This trip to the sea to explore, even if it is closely along the coast, is still a good deal!

"Damn...Sri Dog!"

Puap yelled angrily and stopped suddenly. When the second half of the sentence was re-exported, the name was changed.

"Chicari..."

Seeing the horror of the corpse, Chivako's eyes jumped. In Prepecha, "Chikari" means logs, which is somewhat similar to the meaning of his name. The old militiaman pursed his lips, stepped forward, and questioned the two remaining wounded warriors.

"What happened just now? Was it an attack by the Sri people?"

"We encountered a group of Sri tribe warriors, possibly hunters, and were attacked by them!"

The young archer gritted his teeth and said in a hateful voice. In many hunting tribes, warrior and hunter are often the same word, because bow and arrow are essential skills for survival.

"We couldn't understand what they said. The captain lowered his weapon and expressed his kindness to them, but was shot dead by the leader of the Sri people! Afterwards, the Sri people directly killed them... There are more than a dozen of them , we only have four, but still defeated them!"

"Phew!...Praise the Lord God! You are all brave warriors! May the souls of the dead fly into the resting kingdom of God...I will report back to Your Majesty for those who died for exploration and ask for generous compensation!"

Chivaco looked serious, prayed a rare sentence, and made a solemn promise. Then, he asked in a deep voice.

"I remember you, your bow skills are very good! Your name is...Kexi? Toad of good water?"

"Yes! Captain!"

Nodding in surprise. His name is Kexi koki, which is a common toad in the countryside. If it were the habit of the Celestial Dynasty, it would be something like a dog or a dog. In traditional beliefs, taking such a name is, on the one hand, a cheap name to support, and on the other hand, it is also a psychic connection with divine animals, thereby resisting the invasion of worldly spirits and monsters.

Chivako squatted down, only to see a middle-aged samurai on the red-stained ground, who was not dead yet, but his face was flushed, and he fell into a coma motionless.

"What's up with him?..."

"During the battle, the Sri man shot a kind of red arrow, which should be poisonous. He was hit by two arrows, and it didn't take long before..."

"A red arrow?"

"That's it!"

Fortunately, he took out a bone arrow, and the arrow was dark red. Chihuaco frowned, carefully sniffed the arrow, and only smelled a faint smell of blood.

"Mountain, what kind of poison is this?"

The young mountain bird was staring blankly at the tragic battlefield, his hands and feet trembling slightly. Chivako asked twice before Mera came back to his senses. He took the bone arrow, looked at it carefully for a while, and couldn't make up his mind for a while. Then, he recalled the song his mother sang, and suddenly realized.

"...A powerful tribe in the desert, raising poisonous scorpions and rattlesnakes. The warriors shoot dark red arrows, like the rays of the setting sun, taking away the light of the enemy... These are the arrows of poisonous scorpions and rattlesnakes! "

"What? Scorpions and rattlesnakes?"

"Leader, the tribe of the Sri people live on hunting and hunting. The population is small. They have neither forging skills nor materials to exchange. Their bone arrows, the arrowheads come from the teeth of coyotes, and the arrowheads come from the stems of plants and trees. The stalks and feathers are taken from seabirds. When fighting against hostile tribes, such bows and arrows are difficult to cause fatal damage. In order to enhance the power of arrows, slightly larger tribes will domesticate scorpions and rattlesnakes. They put the thin prey into the scorpions In the cage with the snake, let the poisonous beast bite. Then, take out the poisonous liver of the prey, put the arrowhead into the liver and soak it for several days, then take it out and dry it in the shade, it will be the best poisonous arrow, which can be stored for a long time!"

"Making Poison Arrows..."

Chivaco blinked, knowing more about the dangers of the desert safari tribe. Then, he asked eagerly.

"Mountain, is there an antidote for this kind of poison? Is he still alive?"

"Uh... scorpion venom and snake venom..."

Yamadori looked into the eyes of the unconscious samurai, then touched the samurai's feverish face. He hesitated a little, but hesitantly answered in the affirmative.

"This poison arrow is very new...he should be... hopeless..."

"...Ah! Blind god!"

Chivaco looked sad and sighed heavily.

"To die in this wasteland where not a single blade of grass grows, thousands of miles away from home...it's the end of the world..."

After sighing for a moment, he suddenly paused, thinking of something, and asked sharply.

"Mountain, you said this poisonous arrow is very new?! How long can this kind of arrow keep the poison?"

"...The poisonous arrows are most poisonous just after drying in the shade. At this time, wrap the arrows well and put them in the quiver, out of the light. Then within four or five days, the poison will be very poisonous. As long as the skin is broken, you will die... Afterwards, the toxicity will dissipate inexplicably, and gradually it will not hurt people. After two weeks, it can only be used to hunt birds and small animals..."

"If you break the skin, you will die... Then these arrows were newly made within four or five days!"

Chivaco murmured to himself with a serious face. Thoughts flashed in his mind, and the omen of danger came to mind again.

"So, a hostile Sri tribe is just three days away from us... No, the hunting team will not go in a straight line, it should be within two days!"

"Within two days? Hostile Sri tribe?"

Puap just arrived. Hearing this, he showed fierce killing intent.

"Let me take the sailors to find out this tribe!"

"Old Pu, don't be impulsive!"

Chivaco shook his head. He looked to the east of Yamadori Island, across the strait for a few miles, was the edge of the mainland. The eastern continent is full of gray and yellow. It is a desert extending from north to south, and the Gobi is becoming more and more desolate.

"Look at the eastern coast! Are you going to go deep into the strange desert with your hands, looking for the hostile tribe who doesn't know where?"

"But..."

Puap was speechless for a moment. He looked at the eastern continent and asked bitterly.

"The Sri people attacked for no reason and killed the warriors of the kingdom! Are we going to forget that?"

"never mind?"

Chivaco bit his lip, worry appearing on his face.

"Hey! The Sri people attacked so resolutely, and escaped a lot...I'm afraid, they will come to the door again!"

"Hmph! Damn Sri Dog! If they come to the door again, I will cut off their dog's head with my own hands!"

Pu'apu clenched the bronze dagger tightly and pressed his leather armor with a murderous look on his face.

Chihuaco sighed softly, and looked at the archer again.

"Toad, do you remember what the other party said?"

"Well..."

Kexi scratched her head with her **** palm and dyed her hair red, looking simple and fierce.

"Captain, I don't remember much... It seems that there is something, what... Itako!... By the way, there is another sentence, Tach York, Hunter!"

"Tahan? Isn't that the name of the island? Itako, Hunter, what do you mean?"

Chivaco was a little puzzled, and looked at Kawado, the mountain bird who followed.

Kavado thought for a while, and answered hesitantly.

"Itako...should be killing, killing them! As for Hunter, it seems to be the land, the soil...it can also be the ancestral land of the tribe!"

"Well..."

Chivaco frowned and fell silent. After a while, he whispered to himself.

"Mountiao Island is so special, if it is the ancestral land of the Sri people... then it will be troublesome!"

"What's the trouble! It's just a tribe of savages, with simple weapons, scanty clothes, and some bravery!"

Pu'apu's face was sullen, with murderous intent boiling in his chest, and the dagger in his hand was not loose at all. He had examined the corpses and equipment of the Sri warriors, and there was not even a decent cotton armor, nor a sharp obsidian weapon. These wildlings only have flint spears, floppy hunting bows, and at most a poisoned bone arrow.

"I will kill as many as they come!"

"Let's go! Take the bodies of the seriously wounded and warriors and return to the camp at the landing site."

Chivako lowered his eyes and ordered calmly. Then, he looked at the body of the Sri man, paused, and said again.

"As for the corpses of these Sri people..."

"Damn it! Cut off their heads and put them on the pile of bird droppings, and warn Sri Dog!"

"No! Dig a big pit and bury them all properly. Erect another wooden board, draw the rune of the main god, and leave a sun hummingbird amulet!"

"Old man Qi, you!...Hmph!"

Pu'apu's eyes widened, and he saw Huiqi's serious expression. He let out a cold snort, but didn't say anything more.

Everyone quickly followed the captain's instructions and hastily buried the dead Sri people. Then, they hurried back to the side of the ship with the bodies of the seriously wounded and the samurai.

"Boom boom boom!..."

The assembled war drums sounded quickly and lasted for a long time. At night, all the samurai scouts returned and were on guard. The people surveyed the island roughly, but did not find a single village of Sri people, only desolate and uninhabited mountains, and a long river running north-south. The only remaining part of the fleet was Meckart, the priest on board, who remained on the mountain to measure the angle of the North Star.

The night is dark, the moonlight is dim; the early sun is faint, and the afternoon sun is bright. By noon the next day, the unconscious warrior finally couldn't hold on and swallowed his last breath. Soon, the prepared fire was raised by the sea, and three corpses were thrown into the fire. The faint black smoke dispersed and rose into the vast sky, accompanied by low prayers.

The fleet was thousands of miles away from the kingdom, and all they could bring back was a pile of warm dust.

Meccat arrived in time and presided over the funeral ceremony, allowing the warrior's soul to go to the kingdom of God. When the black smoke dissipated and everything returned to dust, he seriously reported.

"Captain, our current position is between 28-30 degrees to the North Star...about 29 degrees."

"North Star 29 degrees..."

Chivako nodded heavily, pretending to understand.

"Well, what, how much was it when we set off?"

"The mouth of the Tulsas River, about 18 degrees North Star."

"That is, sailing northward for about ten degrees?"

Chivaco tugged at his hair and grumbled.

"It's been three full months, and it's only been ten or so degrees... This is too slow! In the future, should we continue to go north?"

The old militiaman thought for a while, and was a little undecided. he asked again.

"Priest Mecate, not long ago, we encountered the location of Yorem's department. What is the degree? I remember Chief Deerhead said that there are many small islands with birds in the west."

"Ministry of Yorem... Mayo people..."

Meccat took out a roll of precious hemp paper from his bosom, which recorded all the astronomy and hydrology along the way with dense dots and graphics.

"Captain, it's North Star 25-26 degrees!"

Chivaco nodded again. He thought about it and asked uncertainly.

"Priest Mecate~lightnovelpub.net~ Based on this degree, can you find our previous location?"

"Captain, the degree of the North Star can only determine the north and south, but cannot determine the east and west. However, there is another marker in the east and west, and that is the east coast. As long as you follow the coast, you can roughly find the previous position!"

"Very good! It's wonderful! The stars in the sky can actually help sailing. Your Majesty is truly inspired!"

The old militiaman nodded again and again, with a happy expression on his face, and sincerely praised him. Afterwards, he put away his smile, looked majestic, and made the leader's decision.

"Go dig some stones in the afternoon, gray, brown, hard, soft...all piled up in the cabin at the bottom, and bring them back to His Majesty! After finishing, everyone, tonight, be careful and spend the night on the boat ! Praise the Lord God, He will bless us!"

"Praise the Lord God! May God bless you!"

Everyone responded in unison, looking at the sun on the zenith. The sound of devout prayer spread far away among the towering mountains, startled a large number of birds, and then sank into the endless sky. The sea and sky in the north are so vast and seemingly endless!

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