"Bring the deer you hunted in the morning! Bring the honey wine you snatched! The ancestors of the spirits bless the tribe, today is a good day to welcome friends! I, Moqi the Short Spear, will be here with the tiger tribe Tomato Priest, swear by blood!"

On the banks of the long river, the waves are surging. It was evening, and the clouds were floating. Seven long ships approached the shore, and more than a hundred archers stood guard on the side of the ship. The aristocrat Puap personally led sixty armored Prepecha warriors to land. He is fully armed, with a bronze cloth armor on his upper body, a spear in his right hand, a shield in his left hand, and a copper ax on his waist.

"Hehe! First the attack, then the seizure, and now the oath... Capricious, what a **** savage!"

The brave gray-soil nobleman cursed secretly with a sullen face. He clenched the bronze spear in his hand, ready to rush forward at all times, fight with the Puton tribe, and protect the Tomat priest who swore in front of him.

On the opposite side of the warriors of the kingdom, at a distance of dozens of steps, there are densely packed Puton warriors. They all had stone spears upright and spears on their backs, screaming excitedly. Soon, under the chief's order, several tribal warriors in wooden armor carried a stag that had been dead for half a day to the middle of the two teams.

"Chief, fresh stag! Perfect for ceremonies!"

"Well. Let me do it. The ancestors said, welcome friends, and be sincere!"

Chief Mozi cut open the stag's front belly with his own hands, and dug out the stag's heart, which was clotted with blood. He swung the dagger precisely, and cut the dark red fresh deer heart into two even halves. Then, Chief Mozi's expression became solemn, and he handed half of the deer heart to Priest Tomat, and announced in a deep voice.

"Ancestors witness! My friend, we share the soul of the same heart, and between our hearts, build a bond of mutual trust!"

Seeing this scene, Priest Tomat frowned, knowing it clearly. In the cognition of various departments in China and the United States, the heart is the place where the soul exists, and it also has mysterious spirituality. Many important ceremonies require the participation of the heart. But at this moment, this deer heart is like a medium for casting spells, to declare the "concentricity" between the two.

"The Lord God bears witness! Friends, we share the same heart and soul. From then on, our souls are connected with each other, and our friendship, like souls, is inseparable!"

Priest Tomat solemnly declared. Then, the two lowered their heads at the same time, and swallowed the bitter and fishy "witness" into their stomachs.

Two steps away, Ti Kalo frowned, with a complicated expression. Because, he knew, this was the first step of the Puton tribal oath, and the next step was to make an alliance with blood.

"The ferocious Aztecs finally came to the Mayan world. And their first step was to form an alliance with the equally barbaric Puton tribe... Huh! Heavenly Snake God! I guided them here , is it right or wrong?..."

The tide rises and falls, the river is surging, and the general trend is always unstoppable. After a while, Priest Tomat and Chief Mozi raised their heads at the same time. The two looked at each other's dark red lips and red teeth, paused for a while, and laughed out loud at the same time for some reason!

"Haha! Praise the Lord God! Mozi, my friend!"

"Hahaha! The ancestors have spirits! Tomat, my brother! Ho, ho!"

Chief Mozi raised his head and howled wildly at the setting sun. Then, he waved his hand and ordered.

"Bring the wine!"

Two tribal warriors immediately stepped forward and brought a huge clay pot. The clay pots are filled with mead, but it is brewed from honey. Among the tribes, such wine can be used to treat diseases and disinfect wounds, so it is extremely precious.

"Come on, brother, let's bleed together!"

Priest Tomat nodded. Afterwards, he skillfully pulled out the obsidian dagger, cut the vein on the back of the palm, and then placed his hand on top of the clay pot. Almost at the same time, another cut palm came over. The palms of the two met, blood pooled and dripped into the wine, dyeing the golden honey wine red.

"Ancestors witness! The Short Spear Tribe is willing to become an ally with the Tiger Tribe! From then on, we will support each other and never betray. If we break our oath, I, Short Spear Hodge, will surely die by a sharp knife!"

"Witness of the Lord God! The Kingdom of the Lake is willing to be an ally with the Short Spear tribe of the Puton tribe! The warriors on both sides lean on each other with their backs, and will never attack behind their backs. If the oath is violated, the priest of the Lord God, Tomat, is willing to sacrifice himself. To the gods!"

The high-pitched oath echoed in the seaside sky under the gaze of the setting sun. The bright red warmth, the precious honey wine dyed red, drank into the mouths of the two of them again. After drinking the big pot of fishy and sweet honey wine, the faces of both of them were faintly red. Then, the two raised their **** right hands again and clasped in the air! Shocking cheers rang out from the mouths of the soldiers of the Puton tribe, excited!

"Allies! Brothers! Allies! Brothers! Oh!..."

A dozen or so steps away, Puap was tongue-tied. Looking at the sudden change in the situation, he was really at a loss. On the flagship, the old militiaman Chihuaco raised his hands and shouted with a flash of his eyes.

"Allies! Brothers!...What are you doing in a daze, let me howl! Allies! Brothers!"

After cheering for only a moment, the cheerful atmosphere permeated the coast. The fighters on both sides put down their weapons and grinned, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed. Chief Hodge ordered the soldiers to light a fire and roast the venison on the spot. Then, the two sat on the ground by the sea and really talked about important topics.

"Chief Mozi, my brother, the glory of the Lord God, has already dominated the western plateau! And now, her benevolent eyes have come to the Yucatan Peninsula for the first time, and are watching you!"

Priest Tomat was very solemn, took off the pure gold sun amulet from his body, and put it on Chief Mozi's neck.

"This is the talisman of the Lord God of Mexico! The Supreme Lord God has chosen you. As long as you believe in the Lord God devoutly, you will be blessed by her! ... Also, this book is the scriptures of the Lord God, Can bring you God's enlightenment!"

"..."

The corner of Chief Mozi's mouth twitched. He looked at the other party's solemn and fanatical expression, but said nothing. He put on the pure gold amulet and put away the scriptures with pictures and texts. Then, he followed the fanatical priest and recited the Lord God's prayer several times. "Praise be to the Lord God, Vitzilopochtli! She rules all things, omnipotent, bestows victory and valor, light and bountiful harvests!  …"

Until Priest Tomat was overjoyed, Chief Mozi couldn't wait and asked.

"Brother Tomat, you said that as long as you accept your friendship, there will be a good opportunity for the tribe to rise!...What exactly are the good opportunities and benefits you mentioned?"

"Mozi...brother, let me tell you slowly."

Priest Tomat thought for a while, organized his words, and then answered with a smile.

"In order to resist the coming white-skinned demons, His Royal Highness Shen Qi led us to the Snake Island in the east. Our fleet is just the forerunner of exploration and the scouts of the army! After we determine the east route, we will continue to There are thousands of warriors from the kingdom coming! And the place where the Short Spear tribe is located is the place that must pass through on the route."

"Huh? Thousands of warriors? Must pass here?"

Hearing this, Chief Mo Qi's face was a little cloudy and uncertain. He glanced suspiciously at Priest Tomat and smiled reluctantly.

"The tiger warriors want to pass here, but they need the short spear tribe to provide food and fresh water?...As long as the price is right, it's not impossible."

"Haha! Mo Qi, my brother, the Kingdom will never treat you badly, or treat the allies in the East badly!"

Priest Tomat smiled. He saw Chief Mozi's doubts and continued to explain.

"As long as the Shortspear tribe converts to the Lord God, the priests of the kingdom will come to guide you in farming and help you build city-states! And the fleet of the kingdom will continue to bring wealth and make your tribe prosperous!"

"Cultivate? Fortify? Bring wealth?"

Chief Mozi curled his lips and shook his head to answer.

"Tomat, my brother, the life of the tribe is very good! Everyone is used to the life of migrating from time to time. There is no need to get a circle of stones to surround yourself like the people in the northern city-states. I heard that the northern city-states People pursue gems~lightnovelpub.net~ When they die, they have to hold gems and put them into the ground together. They are simply stupider than grass rats! Those so-called wealth cannot be eaten, drunk, or used for war. Useless!"

Hearing this, Priest Tomat's eyes flickered. He looked at Chief Mozi, who had already thought about it, and asked with a smile.

"Oh? Brother Mozzi, what do you want? You can tell me directly!"

"Haha, happy! Brothers meet, there is no need to be like a water snake, circling around in the water! I'll just say it..."

Chief Mozzi raised his clay cup and drank another glass of blood wine. He licked his lips, feeling the smell of blood and sweetness, his body became hot, then he tore off his collar, patted his strong chest hard, and shouted loudly.

"Tomat, my brother, my ally. I want your axes, your spears! Your big bows, your armor! If I can, your big ships!  …"

"Ancestor's testimony! As long as you have these things, don't say anything about conversion and enshrining, or passing supplies, even the lives of tribal soldiers, I can exchange them for you!"