"Praise the Lord God, Huitzilopochtli! Dedicate yourself to God, fight for God!"

In the dark night, facing the sudden siege of the wasteland tribe, Zuvalo trembled with fear. He stretched out his hand, clenched the sun hummingbird amulet on his chest, and tried to summon his courage, praying and shouting loudly.

"Everything is ready, follow me, and go back to the boat!"

The location of the camp is not far from the docked fleet. He was ready to fight, and he wanted to lead the hundreds of warriors and sailors who landed, desperately broke through the hundreds of enemies surrounded on all sides, and returned to the ship overnight.

"Huh? Huitzil-opochtli? Hummingbird, left? Sage chief at the top?"

However, after hearing Zuvaro's prayers and shouts, a sturdy head man with a feather crown and tattooed face walked out from among the hundreds of tribal warriors with a throwing spear. With sharp eyes, he stared at the sun hummingbird amulet around Zuvalo's neck, and looked at the other party's robe with divine patterns on it, with confusion and surprise on his face. After a few breaths, he finally spoke, but in ancient uto-azte.

"huichol, wixárika, teopan. We, the Huichol, the teopan, follow the guidance of blood and eagles. You, the tribes on the ship, too A branch of the Huichol people, following the guidance of the divine hummingbird?"

Hearing the headman's words, the newly promoted priest Zuvaro stood there dumbfounded. Although the language of the other party is peculiar, it can be understood, even closer to Mexican than the Prepecha language of the Lake District. Zuvalo's thoughts turned sharply, remembering the story of the same origin of all races in Shenwei University, and hesitantly lowered the bronze spear in his hand and asked in Mexican.

"Friends, we are from the Mexica Alliance. At the beginning of the alliance, the tribes came from Aztlan... We follow the guidance of the sun and the hummingbird, and believe in the supreme **** who holds lightning and throws spears... You are Huiqiao People? Where are you from?"

"The **** of war who believes in the sun and hummingbirds, holds lightning and throws spears? Think of the **** of war as a father god? It's strange... However, the **** of war of lightning is indeed one of the gods!"

Hearing Zuvalo's description, Torpan's leader Visaka raised his brows. He pondered for a while, and then carefully observed the expressions of the warriors of the Middle Kingdom in the camp, their sophisticated weapons and equipment, and their desperate fights. After a while, Visaka howled like a wolf twice, and the Torpan warriors lowered their stone spears in unison, giving up the threat of attack, showing a little goodwill.

"The Huichol tribe on the boat, I don't know where you came from, but we should have a common ancestor, not an enemy! The lightning and spear-throwing gods of war are one of the gods of the Huichol people in the mountains, and they are also one of them. An ancient god. Tayaupá, the father of the sun, nacawé, the goddess of rain, the condor star, the water snake and cloud, the scarlet death, the corn goddess, and the **** of war with lightning, all important gods..."

Visaka lifted the upper body suit, revealing the tattoo of the Sun Father on his chest. The sun was as broad as the ocean, emitting waves of light. In the middle of the sun, there is a red heart tattooed.

"The gods watch the world and rule the red sky, earth and sea together. And we Huichol people are the red hearts that migrate along the river in the wasteland..."

The newly promoted priest Zuvaro's eyes widened, staring at each other's tattoos. This cult of the red sun and the heart seems to be present on the royal banners of the Alliance and in the heritage boards of the priests. He thought of something, his lips were a little dry for a while, and after a long silence, he invited him.

"Friends from Torpan, we've never been hostile. I think we can sit down by the campfire and have a good chat..."

The long night returned to silence, and low conversations sounded from time to time. From inheritance, myths, rituals, to gods, the two leaders of the two sides talked for a long time, and they felt more and more ancient intimacy, but there were differences in reality.

It's like a bifurcated river, flowing through hundreds of years, reflecting the same shadows of the past. But the scenery on both sides of the river is completely different. Looking back, the upper reaches of the river are vaguely visible. At the bottom of the long river, the powerful Mexica alliance has grown into a river and sea without realizing it! ...

Zuvalo was silent for a long time before asking aloud in the light of the rising sun.

"Respected Visaka leader, may I ask how many tribes there are in the Huichol people in the wasteland and mountains?"

Visaka stroked his chin, the crest on his head swaying in the wind. His eyes flashed, watching Zuvalo's expression, and answered in a deep voice.

"The tribes move around, chasing prey and aquatic plants for half a year, and planting corn and beans for half a year. No one knows how many tribes there are in this wasteland of hundreds of thousands of miles. But like our Topan tribe, there are one or two thousand people. There are 20 or 30 tribes out there. The bigger tribes can’t be raised in this wasteland, so they have to fight south to fight for more fertile valleys.”

"The Guaquili people in the southeastern plateau were once hostile to their tribes and fought against each other. However, a few years ago, the cold wave came south, and the various tribes suffered heavy casualties, and many lost contact. Migrated. I know of two large Huichol tribes that have gone south to the Guaquili and mixed with the local tribes..."

Hearing this, Zuvaro raised his brows. Twenty or thirty tribes, each with 1,000 to 2,000 people, that is, the number of 40,000 to 50,000 people, plus the more scattered small tribes and several large tribes that moved south, it is estimated that there can be 70,000 to 80,000 people. Such a scale, compared with other departments in the wasteland, is not too much, but it is not too small. The entire wasteland is still too barren.

As for the safari farming site of the Huichol people, it is in the western north of the wasteland. To the southeast, they bordered the land of Sacascart, where the Guaquilis were rich in silverstone, and to the northwest, they had contact with the Totomés of the mountains. And such a migratory and warlike tribe has many similarities with the Alliance in terms of language and belief.

"Behind this similarity, there may be a common origin, just hundreds of years ago. If we can ally with them and gradually assimilate... the kingdom will be in the northwest of the world, on this northern route, and it will truly be established. A truly solid stronghold!"

Thinking of this, a sincere smile appeared on Zuvalo's face. He reached into his arms, took out a golden talisman of the sun hummingbird, and solemnly gave it to Visa. This time he went north, he brought a lot of such talismans, and he also gave away a lot.

"Praise the Lord God, Huitzilopochtli! She has given us a lightning-fast journey, thousands of miles away, to meet our ancient kin! Come on, Brother Visakha, let's have a good chat... maybe, You can consider staying at the mouth of the Torpan River all the time."

"The land at this estuary~lightnovelpub.net~ is actually very fertile. As long as you master the skills of farming, you can get a stable grain harvest. And the coast at the estuary can also be fished. As for the skills of boat building and fishing, The tribes on our ship can also teach you..."

Hearing Zuvalo's remarks, the Visaka leader frowned, not showing joy, but showing vigilance. He looked into Zuvalo's eyes and asked in a deep voice, word by word.

"Zulvaro, my friend. In the wasteland, there is never food without a price. Hunters, only when they hunt, do they release bait... Since you, to our Torpans, show this So much kindness, what do you want in return from us?"

Hearing this, the newly promoted priest Zuvalo lowered his eyes. After a while, he looked at the leader of Torpan's division and replied solemnly.

"Supreme Lord God, shines on the red heaven and earth, from the plateau and lowland in the south to the Gobi and mountains in the north! We will not persecute our distant kin, but will only bring you the glory of the Lord God, which I have never thought of. prosperity and growth.”

"The price we need is to let the revered Lord God fall into your heart and become the only supreme god! From then on, the brothers' tribes will blend in blood and water, and you will gradually become one with us..."