The tide rises and falls, submerging the tidal flats on the shore, and washing the soles of the feet full of calluses. The Puton warriors stood by the sea, held up their shields and spears, and howled beasts and wolves.

However, amidst their demonstrations and threats, the seven invading longships approached again, gradually approaching the shore. Dozens of canoes gathered again, and the tribal warriors on the boats held up their spears, ready to fight at all times.

On the coast, Moch, the chieftain of the Short Spear tribe, wore wooden armor, a bright feather crown, and seven stubby throwing spears on his back. He stood in the center of the tribe's warriors, watching the intruders at sea. Beside him, there were hundreds of tribal warriors wearing wooden armor, and each of them also carried spears on their backs.

The Short Spear tribe is the most powerful among the several big tribes of the Puton tribe on the prairie. They occupy the open meadows by the sea, and the fertile lower reaches of the Great Grass River, and are named for the "short spears" they throw. Most of the tribal warriors are good at throwing spears and spears, especially the elite tribal warriors, who can even shoot running wild deer.

"Huh? This is..."

Chief Mozi squinted his eyes and looked at the Kingdom fleet by the sea. The fleet approached for a while, then stopped again. Then, a canoe was lowered from the big boat. Two sailors rowed the boat towards the crowd at the mouth of the river. On the boat, stood a foreign priest in a white robe with a feather crown and a book in his hand, and a Mayan civilian with a slender head and no facial tattoos.

"Witness of the gods! Respected Patriarch Puton on the opposite side! We are the emissaries of the fleet, we are from the Nahua tribe in the west, we have no hostility! We come with gifts, and we are willing to be your friends!"

At a distance of hundreds of steps, the Mayan civilians on the boat raised their hands high, shouting hoarsely, which is the standard northern city-state accent.

"Citizens?..."

Hearing the other party's accent, Chief Mozi frowned slightly, and then was attracted by the words behind him.

"Nahua tribe?!"

The Nahua expedition five hundred years ago completely changed the pattern of the Mayan world and brought many Nahua tribes who moved eastward. Until now, in the jungles hundreds of miles to the west, there are still sporadic Nahua tribes, and they have also had contact with various tribes of Puton. In the lowland city-states in the north, there are many Nahua-speaking ethnic groups, all left by the collapsed Toltec dynasty. Of course, as the savages among the Mayans, the Puton tribes were hunting in the vast grasslands and mountains in the central part, and they could not speak Nahua.

"Bring them here!"

More than a dozen tribal warriors rushed forward, holding shiny obsidian spears, scattered to guard the two people who had landed, and walked towards the strong chief. Priest Tomat wore a feather crown on his head, with a fearless and calm expression on his face. And the Mayan businessman Tikalo next to him was trembling and wanted to cry but had no tears. Even though he was full of reluctance, he walked step by step into the "barbaric" Puton tribe.

"A brave Nahua priest, a timid Mayan commoner, what an interesting combination!"

The corners of Chief Mozi's mouth curled up, a little curious. But this is mere curiosity, not good intentions. He took down a sharp throwing spear, held it in his hand, and watched the two get closer and closer, until they were within ten steps!

"Witness of the ancestors! The invaders will die under my short spear!"

Chief Mozi yelled, raised his sharp short spear, and threw it forward without hesitation!

"Whoosh!"

The Mayan businessman Tikalo was trembling immediately, his knees were weak, and his body was half short. His back was sweating, remembering the time when His Highness used him as a target for shooting, he blurted out a sentence.

"Lord God bless!"

"Lord God bless!"

The spear-throwing roared, and within ten steps, there was no time to dodge. Priest Tomat closed his eyes, remained motionless, and prayed sharply. Then, he felt a chill on his scalp, and the feather crown on his head was accurately shot down by the spear. And he stretched out his hand to touch the top of his head, and he could vaguely touch the scalp, which was obviously bald, and life and death really only happened in an instant.

"First Evolution"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the feather crown symbolizing the identity of the priest was shot down. Priest Tomat survived a near death, but before he had time to panic, the anger in his heart was already rising. He sharpened his eyes and yelled loudly in Nahua.

"Chief of the Puton tribe! I come with the light of the Lord God, and the goodwill of the Mexica Alliance! How dare you make a bold move to offend the majesty of the Lord God?...The powerful alliance rules the plateau, and the number of fierce warriors Tens of thousands! Don't let the scriptures of the Lord God fall from my hands!"

Hearing Priest Tomate's angry scolding, cold sweat broke out on the Mayan businessman's shiny forehead. He couldn't wait to stand up straight, so he racked his brains and translated loudly.

"Respected Chief Putun! This is the Priest of the God of War from the Tiger Tribe, who came with piety and friendship! Why did you shoot for no reason and hurt the friendship of the noble priest?...The powerful Tiger Tribe rules the western world Plateau, there are twenty times as many warriors as you! Please don’t disappoint the friendly priests, and draw the wrath of the gods!”

"The mighty Tiger Tribe has warriors twenty times stronger than ours?"

Hearing this, Chief Moqi was a little apprehensive. He did not believe that there would be such a powerful tribe in the world. However, since the other party has seven large ships and hundreds of warriors who have traveled far, it should be certain that they come from a large Nahua tribe. But why did such a tribe suddenly appear on the tribe's land?

Chief Mozi groaned and looked carefully at Priest Tomat in front of him. Priest Tomate was still angry, gritted his teeth, and observed the Mayan chief in front of him. But after a while, the expressions of both sides were moved.

"The head is slightly longer, and there are tattoos on the face, but there are no cockfighting eyes, and no trimmed teeth... The so-called **** features among Mayan nobles, there are not many on the chief's face!..."

Priest Tomat's eyes shifted slightly, and he saw the opponent's strong arms, burly figure, and rough feet. There is no doubt that the leader of the Puton tribe in front of him is also a powerful tribe warrior. This is completely different from the Mayan deities he saw along the way.

Chief Mozi sized up the Nava priest in front of him, and his gaze stayed on the copper ax at the opponent's waist for a while. Then, with curiosity on his face, he became more serious. Such a strong priest is very rare among the Mayan tribes. He pondered for a while, then clenched his fist and hammered his chest hard, expressing the respect of the warrior.

"Priest of the Nahua, the gods have departed, will not fall in wrath, and will not return! I throw my short spear and call upon the spirit ancestors. Since you are not dead, you are not an intruder. Now, tell Me! Why did your fleet appear on our land?"

Hearing the chief's words, Ticaro wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling a little relieved. As long as the other party is willing to talk and doesn't kill people as soon as they meet, then he has room to display his talents. He hurriedly made some revisions, translated the words of the chief, and reminded him in a low voice.

"Throwing spears at meeting is not only an expression of intimidation, a display of extraordinary combat skills, but also a test of your courage... Priest Tomat, the other party did not offend the Lord God, so our gift..."

Priest Tomat seemed to have never heard of it. He looked directly into Chief Mozi's eyes with majestic eyes, and spoke loudly.

"The Mayan gods have long since left, but Nava has just ascended to the top! She keeps performing miracles and leading an extremely powerful alliance with divine guidance. Our fleet came from three thousand miles away. I don’t covet your land, and I don’t have any hostility towards you. We appear here because we are guided by divine revelation, and we shoulder a sacred mission to go to Snake Island in the East China Sea!”

"A miracle? Apocalypse?..."

Hearing this, Chief Mozi shook his head. Ever since the divine disaster, there has been no divine revelation in the hearts of all the tribes in Puton. However, he could understand other devout tribes, so he asked curiously.

"Witness from the ancestors! You really came from a distance of three thousand miles? Then what is your mission?"

"The Lord God witnesses! We are going to the East China Sea, get ready on Snake Island, and face the white-skinned demon!"

Having said that, Priest Tomat looked firm and repeated the prophecy of the white-skinned demon. Chief Mozi was stunned for a moment, and his eyes widened. After a while, he came back to his senses and shook his head vigorously.

"The spiritual ancestors never gave us enlightenment. But if there are invaders coming, no matter what they look like, we will fight them! ... Priest of the Tiger Tribe, I respect your mission and respect you Your piety and courage. You are a qualified warrior! However, if you have no other words, you can leave! Do not set foot on our land again!"

"..."

Priest Tomat gritted his teeth, pursed his lips, feeling a little frustrated. He bent down, picked up the priest's feather crown on the ground, and put it on his head again. Then, he stared at the obsidian spear on the ground, pondered for a while, and straightened up again.

"Chief of the Puton tribe! One of the purposes of our fleet coming east is to convey the prophecy of the Lord God. Since you have listened to the revelation of the Lord God, you will receive a gift from the Lord God!"

Speaking of this, Priest Tomat reached into his arms, took out a cloth bag of gems, and handed it to Chief Mozi's personal guard. Then, he gritted his teeth, took off the excellent copper ax from his waist, and handed it directly to Chief Mozi.

"Um?"

Chief Mozi glanced at the gemstones in the cloth bag, but there was no change on his face. The Shortspear tribe hardly traded with the city-statesmen, and did not pay much attention to the gems favored by the gods. Afterwards, he took Priest Tomat's bronze axe, touched the sharp blade, felt a slight pain in his fingers, and his eyes froze immediately.

"Hey! This ax..."

Chief Mozi turned his palm over, facing the bright sunlight, and saw his scratched finger, he was surprised and inexplicable.

"What kind of ax is this? It's so sharp!"

"This is the ax given to the warrior by the God of War Nava~lightnovelpub.net~ not only sharp, but also tough."

The Mayan merchant Tikalo looked at the timing and spoke with a smile.

"And such a god-given battle ax, tens of thousands of warriors of the tiger tribe, all have one!"

Hearing this, Chief Mozi raised his eyebrows. He held the obsidian short spear, facing the bronze battle axe, and touched it hard with both hands.

"Shh!"

In just one powerful blow, the tip of the short spear was missing, and the blade of the battle ax was not damaged at all. Seeing this scene, the corners of Tikalo's mouth curled up, and he looked at Priest Tomat who was also smiling. Afterwards, the two looked at the shocked Chief Mozi together with anticipation in their eyes.

Chief Mozi's expression changed, he lowered his head and thought for a while. After a while, he finally raised his head again, his eyes turned cold, and he pointed at the two of them.

"Take them down! Send another messenger to tell the Tiger Tribe! Take a hundred god-given battle axes in exchange for their war **** priests!"