Halfway through September, the rainy season is coming to an end. In the rich fields of the Tehuakan Valley, emerald green and golden intertwined, there are signs of a corn harvest. From the north to the south of the valley, there is life everywhere, but the busy crowd is nowhere to be seen.

Flocks of colorful buntings fell from the sky, daring to perch on corn. They swayed their gorgeous head feathers, broke open the tender green skin, and pecking at the newly ripened pods. The puff-tailed raccoon also emerged from the forest, with a cute and sad face, cautiously, stretched out its long arms, and stole the buns in the field.

Rude pigs don't care so much. They swarmed out of the muddy swamp with a lingering stench. The scorpion pig in Central America is also called "Lingxi tuan", "skunk pig". They are similar in appearance to the wild boars of the Old World, but slightly smaller, with sharp tusks and more aggressiveness.

This skunk pig is not so much a "pig" as it is a "skunk". The stench of their meat makes it difficult for even the tribesmen who are used to eating insects and ants to swallow. Likewise, they are extremely numerous and powerful in combat. Without the terrifying bipedal beasts, they have almost no natural enemies in the mountains and forests of the south. At this moment, the group of hogs rushed into the cornfield, used their strong thick hooves to dig down the mature plants, and then ate them in large pieces.

"Woo!...woo!..."

The desolate trumpet sound suddenly sounded behind the valley in the south, causing a flurry of birds. The raccoon dangled its long tail, hugged the corn, and fled. The hogs gathered together and hid in the cornfields. They narrowed their eyes cautiously, looking at the dirt road not far away, trampled by pedestrians. After a while, a large group of terrifying bipedal beasts appeared in their eyes.

"Ha! Gollum!"

The scorpion raised its fangs, growled in a low voice, and protested to the approaching bipedal beast. There were more and more bipedal beasts approaching, and terrifyingly sharp howls came out of their mouths.

"Grumpy!"

"Wuuu, the rain **** who controls the storm! Please let down the thunder, kill the brutal northern barbarians, and save your devout people! Uh!...Hohoho..."

The shiny bronze spear stabbed out quickly, startling the pigs by the roadside. They know the horror of the fangs of this bipedal beast, capable of killing large numbers of its kind with ease. The dozen or so hogs that gathered turned around and fled, leaving behind only a group of howling Mistec tribesmen and the corpse of a head man slowly falling to the ground.

"Pfft!"

The red-haired dog hunter Chabo stared, and pulled out a sharp copper spear from the head man's neck. Then, he wiped the blood-stained tip of the spear on the headman's hair, avoiding the other's clothes. Then, he stared at the leader of the meeting, the blood-stained coarse cotton robe, which was a little pity.

"This kind of sturdy cloth robe is rare in the wasteland. Even if it is stained with blood and washed, it can still be worn..."

The red-haired hunter Chapo thought for a moment and looked at the prisoners who would be escorted. With a single finger, he chose a tribal citizen who was naked and slender.

"You, take off his clothes, put them on, and take them."

"Ah? What? Clothes? Bring?"

Hearing the words of the barbarian warrior, Tribe Mindi stayed in place, at a loss. He can't understand the Nahua language in the north, and can only barely understand a few common words, that is, "clothes" and "belts".

"you!"

Hunter Chabo waved his spear and glared. He also didn't understand the words of these southern tribes. He simply did it himself, stripped off the headman's robe, and then threw it to the tribesman Didi, and made another move to wear it.

"Ah, this! This is a nobleman's clothes. I, I, am a lowly ant citizen, how can I wear it?"

Didi understood the movements of the barbarian warrior, but his expression became more and more frightened. In the Mistec language, his name "didi" means the ant on the ground. Among the Mistec tribes, he is also the most humble low-level tribesman, and he doesn't even have his own clothes.

"You! Wear it, take it! Mine. If you don't wear it, you will die!"

The hunter Chabo showed impatience, and once again erected a sharp copper spear, pointing at the tribe Mindidi. Antmin Didi was so frightened that he shivered all over, and immediately put the headman's robe on his body, with the blood of the noble on it. Then, he bent down and put the heavy basket behind the head man on his body.

The surrounding tribesmen looked sideways. They looked at the fierce red-haired barbarian with deep fear on their faces. Then, when they looked at Didi, who was wearing the headman's clothes, their faces were full of anger and hatred.

Antmin Didi carried the bamboo basket on his back and shivered again. Hunter Chabo has lost interest in him. He narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the hogs who had gathered again after running a dozen steps away. His left hand had already touched the big bow behind him.

"It's a stinky pig in the south. It's uneatable like the one in the wasteland."

Another red-haired hunter, Mikui, shook his head and held Chapo's hand. To ask him how he knew that, of course, he had tasted it once. That experience was really unbearable.

"Guoshu Chabo, this robbery, the food seized is enough, there is no need to waste precious arrows!"

Mikui spoke to Chabo softly, but looked at the bamboo basket that Didi was carrying.

"Stinky pig in the south? Bah!"

Hearing this, hunter Chabo frowned and spit in disgust. In the wasteland where food is scarce, every time you are forced to eat stinky pork is a vomiting ordeal. That taste, like eating mud that has rotted for many years in the swamp.

It is interesting to say that the source of the teapo name is a fruit tree, tzapoyo, and the name of Mikui, comes from another tree, mesquite, mesquite. Both of them are named after the tree, and in fact, they are also from the same wasteland tribe, and now they are in the same flag team.

"The corn in the south is good! The stinky pigs in the south are not good! The tribes in the south are rich and crowded, and they can't fight. It's very good. It's the mother goddess! "

Hunter Chabo stretched out his rough, red hands, holding the sun talisman around his neck, and together with Hunter Mikui, he sincerely prayed a few words. The more than 100 canine warriors around also bowed their heads, praising the divine world and the supreme Lord God.

"Praise the Lord God, Huizilopochtli! She is supreme and great, and she is bigger than the Mother Earth! Ouch!  …"

Looking at the barbarian warriors who were praying and shouting, thousands of young and strong tribesmen who were captured lowered their heads, looked down, and dared not make any sound. During these days of captivity, they also prayed to the rain **** of faith. It's just the blessing of the rain god, like the torrential rain that passed away, has not yet arrived. And day after day, they were taken by the red-haired barbarians, leaving the rich south of the valley, to the unknown land of barbarians.

The towering cloud temple appeared in the sky, getting closer and closer, and the towering Shenshi City was not far to the west. Seeing that, they are about to leave the land of Zavi and completely lose the protection of the Rain God... Thinking of this, some tribesmen lowered their heads and wept silently and depressedly.

Antmind Didi did not cry. He just blinked and looked at the barbarian warrior chanting to the sun. He listened to the other party's words and tried to remember a repeated key word, "Feed the radishes!"

The short prayer was quickly over, and the way home was just around the corner. The canine warriors were elated, shouting the dialect of the Northland, and escorting ten times the number of Mistek prisoners. The right hands of the captives were all tied together by sturdy sisal ropes, and there were no metal or stone pieces all over their bodies. The escorted canine warriors were fully armed, carrying bronze spears and bronze axes, and carrying large bows behind their backs.

Mistec's captives could only bow their heads, carrying bamboo baskets full of food and belongings, dragging them toward the ill-fated northwest. The rumors of the Aztec Alliance human sacrifice reverberated in their hearts, making the road to the north especially difficult and hesitant.

It's just that the rain god's salvation never came. And the warriors of the rain god, curled up in the solid stone city of God, watched the Mexicans looting wildly, and did not dare to have the slightest harassment. Or perhaps, they had long avoided the attention of the Rain God, and in the dark, reached an agreement to turn their back on the god.