The black tent is deep and the candles are bright. A faint scent of herbs diffuses in the tent, vaguely like the fragrance of moose. Cotton blankets were spread on the ground, with faint marks of human figures and wet dew. Under the candlelight, two mahogany wine glasses and a black pottery wine jar were newly placed.

On the left side of the wine tank, there is a small shallow bowl, which contains half-used fish paste. On the right side of the wine jar, there was a piece of broken black gauze, which was almost torn into pieces, and crumpled into several balls. I don't know what happened.

Xiulot was wearing a short jacket with a cold expression. He sat cross-legged in front of the wine jar and picked up a mahogany wine glass. On his neck, there were two more cat scratch marks, and on his shoulders, there were several snake tooth marks. He didn't care, drinking tequila, and only occasionally turned his gaze to the gentle woman in his arms.

Miawa's eyes were blurred and her expression was in a trance, like a boneless soft snake, leaning against the king's arms. She was sitting reclined, wearing Shulott's black robe, trying to close her outstretched legs, like an egret that couldn't stand up. And the woman's flushed neck and the blue-red handprints on her ankles are like a flamingo that has been thrown down by a jaguar and eaten fiercely.

The sea is silent, the night is silent. All the turbulent waves dissipated in the night wind, leaving only the fragrance of moose that was hard to dissipate. The two just lowered their heads like this, sitting close to each other, sniffing each other's own scent, and didn't speak for a long time.

"Eckart! Any more wine?"

The king drank the wine glass, shook the wine jar, and shouted out of the tent.

"This wine is good, give me another can!"

"Yes! Patriarch!"

Outside the big tent, the head of the guard, Eckart, promised in a deep voice. Soon, he fetched the wine jar, prepared a towel, and went outside the tent.

"Patriarch?"

"come in!"

Eckart opened the tent door, his eyes moved slightly, but he saw the king and the snake mother chief sitting opposite each other. The two looked calm, one spoke softly, and the other listened patiently. Eckart put down the wine jar, poured a glass of wine for the owner, and stepped back to leave the account without asking another word.

"My lord, the so-called Totonac is just a general name. It represents a hot place, including the inland highlanders and coastal lowlanders, both western tribes who believe in feathered serpents, and The Tribes of the East Who Worship the Sun"

"But in fact, there has never been a powerful tribe that claims to be Totonac. And there has never been any seaside tribe that has unified this land of Totonac! Well, except for the legendary Teotihuacan, Except for you who are strong and brave."

The snake mother chief, Miyawa, smiled and groaned, brushing the messy and sweaty long wind, with a thousand kinds of amorous feelings on her brows, and infinite spring in her eyes. With a full sense of security, she narrated the details of Totonac's tribes in a charming and serious manner.

"Therefore, the tribes of Totonak have never been subject to the same powerful chief, nor have they followed the same traditions, nor even the same group of gods. The Feathered Serpent God of the Turks is an example of the gods; the beliefs of the various eastern tribes are more inherited from the Olmecs, similar to the Mayan tribes in the East, and the sun **** is the **** of the gods.”

"So, my lord, the east and west Totonak ministries are the loose white sand on the seashore. If you want to squeeze it into a clay cup, it will definitely not be an easy task!"

Hearing this, Shulot nodded slightly. Unlike the plateau tribes, or even the southern Mixtecs, the Totonac tribes have never been unified, nor have they been integrated by external forces. There are slight differences in beliefs, cultures, customs, and legends of each tribe. The so-called Totonac Union is just a meeting of chiefs that was forced to unite under the pressure of external forces.

"So, Miawa, the East and West Totonak people, how are they connected?"

Hearing this, Miyawa's eyes fluttered, she glared at the king in embarrassment, and said with a chuckle.

"Hee hee! My Highness, what else can I rely on? Of course, it is the marriage of the gods between the ministries, the similar ancestor myths between the ministries, and the two holy places in the east and the west! The myth of the common ancestor is the basis for the dialogue between the ministries. The two holy places thus divided the East and West Totonac tribes. And the most important and most influential thing is the marriage of the descendants of the gods!"

"The marriage of the descendants of the gods has lasted for hundreds of years. The chiefs of the seaside tribes are all descendants of the marriage of the descendants of the descendants of the gods. Only the descendants of the gods with respected blood can be qualified to rule the tribe! For hundreds of years, this concept has long been It is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and most of the tribal warriors and tribal people believe in it. The reason why the chiefs of each tribe can rule the tribe depends on their own bravery and the divinity in their blood!"

"Sometimes, in order to prevent the blood of the tribe from leaking out, many large tribes who are acquired by other tribes will choose holy marriages within the tribe. Uncles, nephews, brothers and sisters... the combination of gods with similar blood is very common. The big tribes that can marry each other and exchange blood will have a very close relationship, which is actually an alliance."

Speaking of this, Miawa smiled, looked at the king's expression, and sighed faintly.