The long river is turbulent and merges into the seashore. The canoe departed, with news of the detention of Priest Tomat, and with the conditions of the Purton tribe. Sailors were running on the longboats, the warriors were wearing armor, and there was no idea what a fierce quarrel there was. After a quarter of an hour, the canoe came back with a hundred shiny sharp copper axes, which blinded the eyes of the tribal warrior.

"Ha! Priest Nawa, unexpectedly, you are so noble and valuable!"

Chief Mozi looked at the shiny copper axe and grinned. His small eyes glowed with greed, and he stretched out his hand and patted Priest Tomat's face, as if he were patting a priceless idol.

"You said, you are so honorable. If you look for another fleet and ask for a hundred copper axes, will they give it? Haha, there is a translator from the city-state, so let's also price ten copper axes!"

The Mayan merchant Tikallo shivered and translated the chief's words. In his heart there was both remorse and resentment. Why are you going into this muddy water? Originally had to leave, why should they stimulate the greed of these savages? Well now, the other party became greedy and directly flipped the table. This greed is always going to be too big and cannot be satisfied, and this time, I am afraid there will be no return...

"Snake God! I've worked hard, waited for so many years, and plotted for months. Seeing that revenge is promising, I'm going to fall on the last stretch of the road? Could it be that this is my destiny?"

"The greedy greedy for wealth, the blasphemer who murders the priests, and the renegade who does not keep his promises! The Lord God will witness all this, and will bring down the punishment of God, and let your soul fall into the cold abyss!"

Priest Tomat was **** like a zongzi and sat beside Chief Mozi. He tried hard to straighten his spine, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames, his mouth was fearless, and he repeatedly scolded. The Mayan merchant Tikalo shrank his head and kept his mouth shut, not daring to translate these words.

"Ha ha!"

Although Chief Mozi couldn't understand it, he could guess one or two. He laughed and flipped through the picture booklet in his hand, which was found from the Nawa priest. The pictures are painted with the stories of the main gods, as well as the text annotations of the squares.

"Tsk tsk, this is your inheritance board? It's so thin, what are you drawing? A pyramid with two heads, a mountain with a snake coiled around it, and a **** holding lightning? ... Hey, this paper is soft and soft. Tough, it seems to be coated with something, better than those of the northern city-states!..."

Chief Mozi pulled the Book of Ali in his hand, feeling the toughness of the hard yellow paper. He also robbed the city-state priest's book and drawing board, but it was not as good as the Menghu tribe.

As early as classical times, the Mayans made simple bark paper, and even compiled it into books for the use of the gods and priests. The priests also wrote a highly abstract script, like a secret rune, passing on the knowledge of the gods from generation to generation. Different priest inheritances have different characters. It was only after the divine disaster that most of the knowledge of the gods was lost, many priest families died out, and even the papermaking technology regressed. The abstract and messy Mayan characters are still only circulated among priests.

"It's really a wealthy Menghu tribe..."

Chief Mozi looked at the book in his hand and muttered. However, a panicked shout suddenly sounded on the coast.

"Come on, come on! They crashed!"

"Bang, bang!"

The huge crashing sound continued one after another, like the most turbulent tide in the rainy season. Chief Moqi drew out his spear, and when he heard the sound, his expression changed!

The seven longships accelerated to their maximum and rushed towards the shore. The rower on the boat flushed and rowed with all his might. The dozen or so canoes that were intercepted were all overturned and overturned by "bang bang" as soon as they met the block. Dozens of tribal warriors fell into the water, churned in the waves, and swam to the shore with difficulty. The seven longships approached the shore before they ran out of momentum, and quickly turned around. And more than 100 Prepecha warriors held high bows, stood on the back of the ship's side, paused for a while, and then all raised their heads to shoot arrows.

"Look up, shoot high!"

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

More than a hundred feather arrows rose into the sky, crossed the tribal warriors by the sea, drew a very high arc, and landed on the sand more than two hundred steps away. The sound of "puchi" arrows falling to the ground kept coming, and one of them even landed in front of Chief Mozi. At such a distance, the kinetic energy of the bow and arrow has been exhausted, and there is no substantial lethality. But such a long distance itself is a deterrent...

"Hey! This is? The bow and arrow of the Menghu tribe? It can shoot two hundred steps!"

For the first time, fear appeared on Chief Moqi's face, which was obviously a demonstration by the Menghu tribe. He stared at the neighboring longship, his expression cloudy and thoughtless.

"The huge ramming longship, the long-distance archery on the ship, plus two hundred warriors with axe and armor... They can run away, shoot long distances, carry and assault!... All these add up, even if only a few Hundreds of people will also cause great trouble to the tribe!"

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Above the seven long ships, another threatening feather arrow was fired. Then, the fleet quickly turned the bow, the oarsmen rowed desperately, broke out of contact again, and retreated into the sea. On the coast, only a dozen overturned and floating canoes and dozens of tribal warriors who fell into the water were swimming ashore in embarrassment.

Chief Mozi watched the fleet move away for a while, then stopped near the sea. He knew it was waiting for an answer. He turned his head again and looked at the feather arrows on the sand, the copper axe in front of him, and finally the Nawa priest with straight ridges, his expression became fierce.

"Ha! Priest Nava, your crew dares to terrorize me! To terrorize the brave Shortspear tribe, to terrorize a mighty chief like me! . No matter how far we go, it’s no more than a hundred ships. No matter how powerful your tribe is, it’s still three thousand miles away! As long as we go back to the inland or go back to the city, your fleet will be no threat to us. !"

Chief Mozi narrowed his eyes and sneered. Afterwards, he seemed to be mocking and venting the anger and anxiety in his heart, and waved the sharp axe in his hand.

"Ha! Priest Nava, your crew doesn't care about your life or death at all! I'll kill you! I'll take you back to the city and make it for dinner tonight!

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"..."

The Mayan merchant Tikallo stammered as he translated. Priest Tommat looked resolute, although his heart was trembling, his face was calm without fear of death.

"The Lord God bless me! His Highness Shen Qi said that weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, but arrogance! Chief Morton, the mighty Menghu tribe came with kindness, but you returned malice and greed!  … You are like a grass rat in a burrow in the grassland, greedily popping up to steal food, but you don't know the swiftness and fierceness of a jaguar!...Tikalo, if you want to survive, just give me a word-for-word translation, no Be smart!"

"Uh!..."

Tikalo froze for a moment. Soon, he was weeping, translating the tough words of the priest of the Lord God word for word, sweating profusely.

"Huh? Looking for death!"

Hearing this, Chief Moqi's eyes became fierce and he raised his new copper axe. The sharp axe blade flashed a dazzling cold light in the noon sun.

"Ha! Priest Nava, say one more word, I will cut off your limbs now! Make you regret crying!"

Priest Tomat was unafraid. He even laughed and scolded angrily with a laugh.

"Testimony of the Lord God! Chief Puton, you don't know the strength of our strength, the value of our friendship, and the glory of the Lord God's kindness! These hundred copper axes are just jaguars to the powerful alliance. The hair on the body! And the 400 soldiers on the ship are only one-twentieth of the 8,000-strong legion. There are 20 alliances like this 8,000-strong legion!"

"Come on, kill me! With the blessing of the Lord God, I will take my soul and go to the bright kingdom of God! And you will regret and cry! Because, you will face the anger of the Menghu tribe, and you will lose your conversion. The hope of the Lord God, if you lose the opportunity for the rise of the tribe, you will also lose your tribe completely! ... You will regret everything today and cry for the rest of your life!"

"Five Dynasties Rivers, Mountains, Wind and Moon"

Hearing the angry shouts of Priest Tomat, Chief Mozi lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"The fury of the Menghu tribe...a chance for the rise of the tribe?..."

One hundred copper axes is enough to prove the wealth of the Menghu tribe. The longboat and the big bow can also prove the strength of the Menghu tribe. In the face of death, Priest Tomat showed such calmness, far more courageous than the priests of the city-states! Those words full of self-confidence are obviously really backed by the big tree and firmly believe in the strength of the Menghu tribe!

After a while ~lightnovelpub.net~ Chief Moqi gritted his teeth, raised his copper axe with a cold face, and swung it down!

"Ah! Heavenly Snake God save me! I still have important things to do!"

The Mayan merchant Ticarlo closed his eyes and howled mournfully. However, the cold axe blade did not penetrate his body. After a while, he opened his eyes tremblingly, only to see the solemn priest Tomat, and the equally solemn Chief Mozi.

Priest Tommat moved his stiff shoulders and tore the severed rope from his body. He stood up with difficulty, tried his best to control his trembling legs, looked at Chief Mozi with his copper axe hanging down, and asked calmly.

"Why, chief of the Puton tribe, do you want to keep your promise and let me go?"

Chief Mozi pursed his lips and lowered his head. After a while, he looked at Priest Tommat, and the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.

"Priest Nava, your bravery has won my respect! The spiritual ancestor gave me inspiration and told me the future of my choice. He borrowed my word to ask you..."

"Is the friendship brought by the Menghu tribe still there?"