The night on the northern shore of Warrior Lake was not quiet. There were faint howling of wolves, and they howled all night. This piece of fertile soil in the north has just been reclaimed, and it is full of wildness.

Early the next morning, the more wild Bossalos hunters got up from the grass bed excitedly. They found the nearby wasteland priests and performed a prayer ceremony before hunting wolves.

The wilderness priest Zu Di, as strong as a bear, set up a stone altar with a solemn expression. On the altar, he placed a few animal teeth, put some leaves and grass, and inserted a hunting god's antlers... Finally, he even inserted a wooden sun hummingbird.

"Ah? Do these wilderness priests also believe in the Lord God?"

The people in the longboat stood not far away, watching the prayer ceremony. The god-inspired priest Mekart was stunned, staring at the crude but accurate emblem of the main god, feeling a little inconceivable.

"Ha! What's so strange about this? The tribes in the wasteland have always worshiped and revered those powerful gods!"

The wasteland warrior Chippawa curled his lips. As a self-confessed Tarasco, he didn't have a good impression of the main **** of war of the Mexica. However, like the warriors in the wasteland, he was in awe of the **** of war who could summon thunder and fire. after all…

"Hey! After all... that all-ministration's southward march met the Mexica army's northern expedition... Damn it! The sky filled with flames, and the terrifying thunder, after so many years, can still scare people in their dreams Wake up!...A few years ago, Huanggu City sent some wilderness priests who believed in the Mexica God of War. Then, the belief in the mighty God of War in the south officially began to spread in various ministries..."

While everyone was talking in low voices, the strong priest of the wilderness began to perform a sacrificial dance, roaring and singing a sacrificial song. The wasteland warrior Chippawa nodded and translated the sacrificial song to his father.

"Niyol! Aho! In forests and steppes, hunters prowl silently! They hold bows and arrows, and wear eagle feathers on their heads. The sacred sky looks at them, and the sacred earth will They held up..."

"Aho! They are moving swiftly like the wind! The God of Wind blessed them and gave them brisk and silent footsteps! The ancestral spirits also led them, giving them keen ears and eyes!..."

"Aho! The wolves stand there, vigilant, smart and dangerous! That is their prey, a gift from the God of Hunting! The hunters carefully drew their bows and prayed to the great spirit!..."

"Ahoo! Shoot the arrow quickly, and it will hit the wolves accurately! The wolves will also run to fight with the brave hunters! The most powerful **** of war bestows divine power on them, giving them the will of thunder, and even more With the power of fire! . . . "

"Ahoo! Under the gaze of heaven and earth, the ancestors and the gods! This long-distance hunt will surely yield a good harvest! They will bring back fur, wolf meat, teeth and claws...in the cycle of life Among them, the hunter and the prey are one!..."

The mighty wasteland priests sang the praises of blessing with a loud voice. Then, he waved his thick arms, pointed to the northern field, and roared loudly.

"Hey Yo Yo Yo! Aho!...Go! Tribal hunters, go hunting! Roar!"

"Roar!"

The hunters of more than a dozen tribes roared in unison, happily carrying bows and arrows, carrying copper axes and copper spears, and went to look for the traces of the wolves, without even looking at the fields outside the village.

They had just returned from the war, their hearts were wild, and they had no mind at all, serving the crops in the fields. And the harvest of a wolf, dozens of catties of meat, a large leather, and teeth that can be used as arrowheads, is much better than farming. Even if it requires a risk of life, the tribes in the wasteland have long been used to taking risks.

"Wow!...Wow! Aho! Good luck!..."

The old militia Chihuaco opened his eyes wide and waved friendlyly to the departing hunters. Then, he turned his head, looked at his son, and asked.

"What's the meaning of 'Nee Yo Yo, Aho'?"

"Uh! Daddy... Niyol means 'beautiful, wonderful', a wish. And Aho means 'hope so, pray'... This is actually the language of the more northern tribes, It is said to come from an extremely powerful and distant mountain tribe! They control the important salt ponds in the north, and occupy the mountain valleys that escape the cold wave. Their inheritance is very long. And with their many years of war and trade, their blessings , also spread among the tribes of the prairie..."

Having said that, Chippawa, the wasteland warrior, scratched his head. He asked the soldiers next to him uncertainly, and then re-determined the answer amidst their messy answers.

"They call themselves the Diné, and some tribes call them...Navahu\'u, 'those who occupy the fertile soil of the mountains'!"

"What? Valleys in the northern mountains? ...Important salt ponds? ...Navajos..."

Hearing this, the old militiaman blinked, thought for a while, and suddenly felt a chill behind his back. He realized that the more he knew, the more dangerous he was! In case there is another exploration of the north...

"Cough! Stop talking about this! Stop talking!..."

The old militiaman shook his head vigorously, and quickly turned away. He looked at the bows and arrows behind the hunters with surprise on his face. Although those bows were slightly smaller than the kingdom's big bows, they were much larger than ordinary hunting bows.

"Hey! They actually have such a big bow?"

"Well. To hunt wolves, you must use a big bow. It's best to kill with two arrows..."

Hearing this, the wasteland warrior Chippawa nodded. He thought for a while and added another sentence.

"Father! These bows are also made by the tribe after the bows and arrows in the south. They should also come from the Mexica... By the way! I went north this time and saw the bows used by the warriors of Koavek. They seem to have used The tendon of the northern bison is attached to the wood... I don't know how to get it..."

"Lord God! Heaven and earth, ancestral spirits, great spirits...the God of Wind, the God of Hunting, the God of War...the beliefs of the Red Crow Tribal Alliance are so complicated! Although they introduced the Lord God who is the God of War, they still only regard it as one of the powerful gods. Come to worship...their beliefs are still ignorant polytheism and animism..."

Two steps away, the god-inspired priest Mekart squinted his eyes, staring at the woodcut emblem of the main **** on the altar. After thinking for a while, he put away the talisman of the main **** around his neck, and with a smile on his face, he walked in front of the wasteland priest Zudi.

"Praise the gods! Praise the mighty God of War!..."

Priest Mecate asked with a smile on his gentle face~lightnovelpub.net~ in proficient Guajili language.

"Dear Priest of the Wasteland, can you tell me how powerful the God of War is?"

"Ah?... Praise the gods! Praise the ancestors and heaven and earth!"

Wasteland Priest Zu Di was startled, and looked at the longboat warrior in front of him, but he couldn't see what happened. He scratched his hair with his thick arms, pulled his throat, and replied with a simple and honest smile.

"Oh! God of War! That is so old and powerful! He is the **** of battle from the south, the terrible Aztecs! He can summon thunder and boulders, He can breathe smoke and fire, He has a spear of lightning, Fighting all the gods has no opponent..."

"And His blessing can make the soldiers stronger and more powerful! Just like a black bear in the mountains!..."

Speaking of this, the wasteland priest Zudi patted his chest and raised his strong arms. Then, he thought for a while, looked at Priest Mecate, who was thin, not strong, but exquisitely dressed, and suddenly winked his eyes.

"Well...do you have a son?"

"Eh? What?"

"Do you have a son?"

"…No."

"Ah! Then you should really pay homage to the God of War, and you'd better ask for his amulet..."

Saying that, the wasteland priest Zudi looked around, took out a fir-carved sun hummingbird amulet from his bosom, and solemnly handed it to Priest Mecate.

"Here! The talisman of the God of War! It comes from the powerful Aztec tribe in the south! It can protect you... let you show your glory and give birth to a strong son!"

In the end, the wasteland priest Zudi lowered his voice, and under the gaze of Priest Mekart's gritted teeth, he offered the price with a simple and honest face.

"Well, this precious God of War amulet...as long as you wear this thick coat...or the copper ax on your waist...have a son! Guaranteed to work!"

(end of this chapter)