The old militiamen were captured. Of the twenty-one crew members, none escaped.

Everyone was confiscated with weapons, gems, and boats. A Houndborn hunter wants the golden sun talisman around the neck of the Priest of Mecate. Meccat roared angrily, fighting to the death. In the end, the red-haired dog-born captain came out and reprimanded the hunter, but he let it go.

"What did he say?"

"I can't understand what he's saying."

Priest Mecate shook his head, with some doubts on his face.

"But I seem to have heard the name of the main god...does he believe in the main god?"

Everyone didn't know the answer, but they were all stuffed into the big hut of the village elders like some kind of goods, and became captives. However, what was unexpected was that this group of dog-born warriors who came out of nowhere, after robbing them of all their belongings and weapons, still provided them with food and healed the injured.

"Meccat, have you seen it? Their leader seems to be holding a weapon from the Kingdom..."

"Of course they robbed us..."

"No. I mean, when we first met, he took it."

"Huh?! When we first met?"

In the dark hut, Priest Mecate suddenly got up. He pondered for a moment, showing hesitation.

"You mean..."

"It's not those savage dogs in the wasteland...they had contact with the kingdom!"

"Contact?... Then, what kind of contact is it?"

Speaking of this, the two fell into silence at the same time. According to Wang Guo's consistent strong style, no matter how you think about it, it will not be a good contact. And every day right now could be the last day of my life.

"Hey! Lord God bless you! Go to sleep..."

The sun rises and the moon sets, the days of captivity are dull and boring, and full of anxiety and torment. Everyone was imprisoned in the small village for more than ten days without waiting for any dialogue. There are only the same number of dog-born warriors guarding them, fierce and simple, stubborn and silent, and unable to understand the language.

"Lord God! Where did this dog-born come from? You can't even understand the language of the Guakili people?"

Priest Mecate narrowed his eyes and looked at the soldiers guarding outside from the gap in the hut. He looked at the blue tattooed faces of those soldiers, their long hair, and the short leather belts that tied their hair, but he didn't have any impression at all. And it wasn't until he saw a warrior's horn that he realized something.

"The horn of the northern bull? A tribe from the more northern plains?..."

A few more days of difficult captivity passed, and the smell in the hut became a bit choking. The farmland outside the village is full of green, and the corn is half the height of a person. Seeing that it was at least July, and even the seriously wounded imprisoned were able to walk.

Only then did the red-haired dog-born captain gather his men and prepare to **** the prisoners away. But as soon as the old militiaman was escorted to the entrance of the village, he saw a red-haired scout running from the northwest and said something to the dog-born captain.

"What? Are they coming?"

The dog-born captain was obviously taken aback. After hesitating for a moment, he gave the order again and drove the captured crew back into the house.

Then came two more days. It wasn't until the early morning of the third day that another team of hundreds of dog descendants rushed over from the northwest. From the gaps in the huts, the sharp-eyed scout mountain bird saw that these dog descendants were carrying two or three meter long spears, many of them had dyed red hair, and they were obviously more elite than the team in the village.

Under the uneasy gaze of the crowd, the new dog-born leader held a copper axe and brought a few personal guards. After asking a few words, he strode towards the hut. Then, the red-haired captain of the village rushed over and blocked the opponent from the hut.

"The Lord God and the ancestors witnessed! Why did you come in such a hurry?"

"Ancestral witness! Of course I have to rush over here! If I'm late, you'll send people to the south!"

The new dog-born leader was aggressive, with a hideous red pattern on his face. He straightened his young and strong chest, gritted his teeth fiercely, and shouted sharply.

"Let me in!"

"what are you up to?"

"What do you say I'm going to do?"

"The Great Chief has spoken! The Mexica are our allies now. You can't kill them!"

"Ha! Allies? Are you still robbing them if they are allies?"

"That's another matter. They have too many weapons and armor, and they are injured again... Only when the weapons are handed over to us can they really be used! Besides, I won't kill them, but I will heal them..."

"Ancestral Witness! The Mexica are not our allies!"

The young tattooed leader roared loudly, howling like a wolf.

"They're just using the Horde! They have the best armor, but they never gave it to us... Have you forgotten? Who drove the Horde all the way from the plateau!"

"The great chief knows everything you said! So does the little chief Alan! That's why we took down Otter City and didn't hand it over to them."

The red-haired dog-born captain gritted his teeth, restraining the killing intent in his heart, and replied angrily.

"They attacked the tribe, chased and killed us, and killed so many warriors from various tribes! Even the mighty Chief Chichika died in their hands..."

"I have never forgotten them all these years! I remember their wooden beasts, their rockets, their thunderbolts, and their thick-skinned warriors...I want to kill them too!..."

"But now ~lightnovelpub.net~ is not the time to turn your face! The chief is moving the subjugated Vastek tribes to new nests in the north. Outside Otter City, there is also the army of Palms Valley City... allegiance to Mo The Silver Crow tribe of the Siga people is also becoming more and more active in the south... So, the chief said, treat them as allies and don't kill anyone!"

"No killing... Ha!"

Hearing these words, the young tattooed leader suddenly calmed down. He let out a laugh, paused for a moment, and then whispered.

"Give them to me...Let me kill them! No one will know..."

"But…"

"You know, the blood feud between me and the Mexica! Our blood feud with the Mexica! ... I brought more people than you..."

The young tattooed leader narrowed his eyes, revealing killing intent and threats.

"Give them to me! I promise, no one will ever know!  …"

"you!…"

"I also promise...all the weapons and armor you seized will fall into your hands, and no one will come to **** them!"

"..."

Hearing the last sentence, the red-haired canine captain was silent for a moment. After a while, he asked softly.

"you promise?"

"I promise!"

"You promise?"

"We promise!"

"Oh well."

The red-haired dog-born captain stepped aside and pushed open the door, allowing the panic-stricken fleet to appear in the sight of the young leader.

"The Lord God and the ancestors testify! They are yours now... Do it cleanly, don't let people know..."

"Ancestral witness! Rest assured!"

The young tattooed chief grinned, showing sharp teeth. Afterwards, he carried the copper ax and walked into the hut with a grinning grin, leading the guards.

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