The long river is surging and flows into the seashore. The canoe departed with the news of the detention of Priest Tomat, and with the conditions of the Puton tribe. On the longboat, the sailors were running around, the warriors were wearing armor, and there was no one knew how violent the quarrel had been. Two quarters of an hour later, the canoe returned, bringing back a hundred shiny and sharp copper axes, which blinded the tribal warriors.

"Ha! Priest Nava, I didn't expect you to be so honorable and valuable!"

Chief Mozzi looked at the shiny copper ax and grinned. With a greedy gleam in his small eyes, he stretched out his hand and patted Priest Tomat's face, like patting a priceless statue.

"You said, you are so honorable, if you ask for a hundred copper axes from the fleet again, will they give it to you? Haha, there is also a translator from the city-state, let's also pay for ten copper axes!"

Trembling, the Mayan trader Tikalo translated the chief's words. In his heart was both remorse and complaint. Why did I have to go through this muddy water? They were about to leave, so why did they arouse the greed of these savages? It's all right now, the other party became greedy and directly flipped the table. This greed is always insatiable and unsatisfactory, and this trip, I am afraid there will be no return...

"Heavenly Snake God! I have worked so hard, waited for so many years, and planned for several months. Seeing that revenge is hopeful, but am I going to fall on the last stretch of the road? Could this be my destined fate?..."

"Greeds who are greedy for money, blasphemers who murder priests, and betrayers who don't keep their promises! The Lord God will witness all of this and send down divine punishment, so that your soul will fall into the cruel abyss!"

Priest Tomat was **** like a rice dumpling, and sat beside Chief Mozi. He tried his best to straighten his spine, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames, his mouth was fearless, and he yelled repeatedly. Mayan trader Tikalo shrank his head and shut his mouth, not daring to translate these words.

"Ha ha!"

Although Chief Mozi couldn't understand, he could guess a thing or two. He laughed loudly, flipping through the picture booklet in his hand, which he found from the priest of Nahua. There are stories of the main gods drawn on the pictures, and there are also square text labels.

"Tsk tsk, this is your inheritance plate? It's so thin, what are the paintings? A two-headed pyramid, a mountain surrounded by snakes, and a **** holding a lightning bolt?...Eh, this paper is soft and soft. Tough, it seems to have been coated with something, better than those of the northern city-states!..."

Chief Mozi tugged at the "Ali Sutra" in his hand, feeling the toughness of the hard yellow paper. He also snatched the book boards of the priests of the city-state, but none of them were as good as those of the Tiger Tribe.

As early as in the classical era, the Mayans would make simple bark paper and even compile it into books for use by the descendants of gods and priests. Priests can also write a highly abstract text, like a secret talisman, passing down the knowledge of the gods from generation to generation. Different priests passed down the inheritance, and the characters were also different. It's just that after the disaster, 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 the priests.

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

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

"Come on, come on! They're coming!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The huge impact sounded one after another, like the most turbulent tide in the rainy season. Chief Mozi pulled out his throwing spear, and when he heard the reputation, his expression changed!

The seven longships accelerated to the maximum and rushed towards the shore. The oarsmen on the boat blushed and rowed with all their might. The dozen or so canoes that were intercepted were all knocked over and overturned by "bang bang" as soon as they met the interception. Dozens of tribal fighters fell into the water, tossed in the waves, and swam to the shore with difficulty. Before the momentum of the seven longships was exhausted, they were already close to the shore, and quickly turned around. And more than a hundred Prepecha warriors held their bows high, stood at the back of the ship's side, paused for a while, and then all raised their heads and shot arrows.

"Head up, shoot high!"

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

More than a hundred feathered arrows soared into the sky, crossed the tribal warriors by the sea, drew a very high arc, and landed obliquely on the sand more than 200 steps away. The sound of "噗嗤" arrows dropped continuously, and one even landed right 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...

"Hiss! This is? The bow and arrow of the tiger tribe? It can shoot two hundred steps!..."

For the first time, Chief Moqi's face showed fear. This was obviously a demonstration by the Tiger Tribe. He stared at the neighboring longship with an uncertain expression and was silent in thought.

"A long-distance ship with huge collisions, long-distance archery on the ship, plus two hundred warriors with axes and armor... who can run, shoot from a distance, carry and charge!... All these add up, even if only a few Hundreds of people will also cause great trouble to the tribe!"

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

On top of the seven longships, another round of threatening feather arrows was fired. Then, the fleet quickly turned the bow, the oarsmen rowed desperately, broke away from contact again, and retreated into the offshore. On the coast, only a dozen overturned canoes and dozens of tribal fighters who fell into the water were swimming ashore in embarrassment.

Chief Mozzi watched the fleet move away for a while, then stopped offshore again. He knew it was waiting for an answer. He turned his head again, looked at the feathered arrows on the sand, the copper ax in front of him, and finally the Nawa priest with a straight spine, his expression became fierce.

"Ha! Priestess Nava, how dare your crew threaten me! Terrorize the brave Shortspear tribe, terrorize a mighty chief like me! . . . You know, no matter how fast your longships are, they can't go ashore! Your bows No matter how far away, it is only more than a hundred ships. No matter how powerful your tribe is, it is still three thousand miles away! As long as we retreat to the inland or return to the city, your fleet will pose no threat to us. !"

Chief Mozi narrowed his eyes and sneered in a low voice. Then, as if mocking, and venting the anger and anxiety in his heart, he suddenly swung the sharp ax in his hand.

"Ha! Priest Nava, your crew doesn't care about your life or death at all! I will kill you! I will bring you back to the Walled City and make them for dinner tonight!

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"..."

The Mayan merchant Tikalo was about to cry, but stammered while translating. Priest Tomat's expression was resolute. Although his heart was trembling, his face was calm without fear of death.

"The Lord God bless me! Your Highness said that weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, but arrogance is! Chief Morton, the powerful tiger tribe came with good intentions, but you returned with malice and greed! … You are like a weed rat in a burrow in the grassland, greedily sneaking up to eat, but not aware of the swiftness and ferocity of the jaguar!... Ticaro, if you want to live, just give me a word-by-word translation, don’t Pretend to be smart!"

"Well!..."

Ti Carlo froze for a moment. Soon, with a mournful face, he translated word by word the strong words of the priest of the main god, sweating profusely.

"Huh? Courting death!"

Hearing this, Chief Mozi's eyes became fierce, and he raised his newly acquired copper axe. The sharp blade of the ax shone harshly in the midday sun.

"Ha! Priest Nava, say one more thing, I will cut off your limbs right now! Make you cry with regret!"

Priestess Tomat feared nothing. He even laughed, laughing and cursing angrily.

"The Lord God bears witness! Chief Puton, you don't know the strength of our power, the value of our friendship, and the glory of the Lord God's mercy! These hundred copper axes are nothing more than jaguars to the powerful alliance." Hair on the body! And the 400 soldiers on board are only one-twentieth of the 8,000-man army. There are 20 alliances in the 8,000-man army!"

"Come on, kill me! The Lord God blesses me and will lead my soul to the kingdom of light! And you will regret crying! Because you will face the anger of the tiger tribe and lose your conversion." The hope of the lord god, if you lose the chance to rise up your tribe, you will also completely lose your tribe!...You will regret everything today and cry for the rest of your life!"

"Five Dynasties, Rivers, Mountains, Wind and Moon"

Hearing Priest Tomat's angry shout, Chief Mozi lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"The anger of the tiger tribe...the chance for the tribe to rise?..."

A hundred copper axes are enough to prove the wealth of the Tiger Tribe. Long boats and big bows can also prove the strength of the Tiger tribe. And Priest Tomat, who was so calm in the face of death, was far braver than the priests of the city-states! Those words full of confidence are obviously really relying on the big tree and firmly believing in the strength of the Tiger Tribe!

After a long while, Chief Mozi gritted his teeth, raised the copper ax in his hand~lightnovelpub.net~ with a cold face, and swung it down suddenly!

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

The Mayan trader Tikalo closed his eyes and howled terribly. However, the cold ax blade did not penetrate into his body. After a while, he opened his eyes tremblingly, only to see the dignified Priest Tomat and the equally serious Chief Mozi.

Priest Tomat 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 who was hanging down his copper ax, 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 Tomat, and the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.

"Priest Nava, your bravery has won my respect! The spiritual ancestor gave me enlightenment and told me the future I chose. He borrowed my mouth to ask you..."

"Is the friendship brought by the Tiger Tribe still there?"