Midsummer is warm and bright. The longboat set sail again, left the camp of the Bosalos camped out, and rowed along the north shore of Warrior Lake to Red Crow City on the west shore of the great lake.

The water is shining, and the sun is good. Standing on the boat, the god-inspired priest Mekart looked at the wilderness priest Zudi who was waving on the shore, feeling a little uneasy.

"Hey! Meccat, where's your outer robe?"

The old militiaman Chihuaco opened his eyes wide, looked at the priest of Mecate who only wore short clothes, and then at the "brown bear" priest on the shore of the lake, and asked curiously.

"Why are your clothes on that priest's body?"

"..."

Priest Mecate was silent for a while, pointed to the wooden talisman of the main **** around his neck, and answered briefly.

"I exchanged my clothes for this amulet."

"What! You were cheated by that guy? Stop the boat! Let's go back!..."

"Uh...Captain Qi, I did it voluntarily, I wasn't cheated by him..."

Priest Mecate held the amulet and sighed lowly.

"This amulet can give birth to a son... Oh no! This amulet is a relic of a Mexica priest."

"Ah? You...are you really not deceived?..."

The old militiaman stared wide-eyed, looked at the depressed Priest Mecate, thought for a while, and comforted him.

"The priests on the wasteland look very simple and honest... In fact, they don't even bat an eyelid when they deceive people... You haven't encountered it before, it's normal to be deceived, don't be stubborn..."

"Maybe! But I think it should be a relic..."

Priest Mecate lowered his head, stroked the exact notch on the amulet, and shook his head slightly.

"The wasteland priest told me...he found it on a corpse that had been gnawed by wolves. And that corpse, near the copper mine in the north...was killed by people."

Hearing this, the old militiaman looked solemn. He pondered for a moment, glanced at the canine warrior rowing, and lowered his voice.

"What do you mean?...The Red Crow Tribe?"

"Um."

Priest Mecate nodded, his movements were very light, and his voice was also very light.

"He said...he had been preaching to several priests of the alliance before, and he knew the main **** from what he heard. But these priests said that the main **** is the supreme god, or even the only god, and he must be devoutly dedicated to it. , follow the teachings..."

"The teachings taught by the priests of the alliance did not suit the appetite of the wilderness tribes, and few people listened to them. Later, they developed some tribal believers and told them to follow the will of the Lord God devoutly. God's will is higher than tribe..."

"ah?"

Hearing this, the old militiaman was startled, and keenly sensed the danger.

"Then what?…"

"Then, they disappeared inexplicably and died... And then, the belief in the main **** of the wasteland is exactly what we heard this morning."

"Ah this!..."

The old militiaman pursed his lips and looked at Priest Mecate for a while. Then he asked in a low voice.

"Who do you think it is?"

"."

Priest Mecate thought for a while before replying meaningfully.

"The Chief Red Crow of the Red Crow Tribe is not an ordinary dog-born leader. He inherited the legacy of Chief Chichika, and he thinks and wants far more than other leaders..."

The two fell silent at the same time. The old militiamen stood at the bow of the ship, watched the increasingly dense camps along the coast, and more and more tribal fighters, sighing softly.

"Hey! It's another eagle on the prairie!...Chippawa stays here...I'm afraid there will be no safe days!..."

Priest Mecate also turned his head, looking at groups of tribal warriors carrying bronze spears and the buffalo leather armor on these warriors, his eyes became sharper.

"Manufacturing big bows, smelting lead and copper, manufacturing leather armor, forming a permanent elite centurion, and recruiting a large number of tribal fighters...With the military power of the Red Crow, in the northeastern part of the world, I am afraid that no tribe can resist! This force It's fine if the power expands north, but if they turn south..."

"Their system is a dual system of farming and hunting. Politically, it is a tribal alliance that gradually centralizes power, while economically it relies on plundering and farming. As they gradually take root along the Heron River, the people who can support The tribal population will increase. The number of troops that can be mobilized will also increase rapidly..."

"Witness of the Lord God! This is a rapidly rising tribal alliance in the northeast wasteland! More importantly, they learn quickly. If you give them time..."

Priest Mecate pondered silently, and came to a conclusion decisively.

"I must personally report back to His Majesty what I have learned from this trip! As for the Red Crow tribe, we must deal with it as soon as possible to establish a strong influence! ...Or, raise an army as soon as possible and march thousands of miles north..."

"We're here! This is Red Crow City! It's the lair we built with our own hands!"

The longboat slammed onto the tidal flat, and the wasteland warrior Chippawa jumped onto the shore with a look of excitement. He pointed to the densely packed tribal camps not far away, a large stretch of farmland by the lake, and a large circle of endless wooden fences, and asked proudly.

"How is it! Very good!"

"ah?…"

Hearing his son's question, the old militiaman Chivaco stared and his eyebrows trembled. Looking at the large flat camp and farmland, he was stunned for a while, but couldn't find the location of "Red Crow City". After much difficulty, he saw traces of villages and towns on the simple wooden fence ~lightnovelpub.net~ and the red crow flag hanging high. As for the so-called "city"?

"Uh... very good! What a big... stockade!... Mmm! Red Crow Village!..."

Hearing this, the wasteland warrior Chippawa scratched his head, recalled it for a while, and replied in a low voice.

"Uh...Father, this is indeed a little worse than King Qincongcan..."

"What? A little bit?"

"But! But! . . . "

The wasteland warrior Chippawa raised his head, patted his chest vigorously, and declared confidently.

"This is our city! It will also be the biggest city in the entire northern wilderness!"

"Good! Wow!"

Looking at his confident son, the old militiaman tightened his lips. Relieved in his heart, he nodded vigorously.

"Good son! Is that tall tent the king's tent here? Shall we go directly there?"

"No, let's not go now! I have already sent Jaka to report to Sister Alan. When her personal guards come over and take us there, it will probably be evening... As for now..."

The good son Chippawa pulled his hair, thought for a while, and smiled on his face.

"Father! There is still time! I'll show you a place!"

"Ah? Where?"

"Good place!"

Saying so, the good son Chippawa led the crowd up a hill on the west bank of Warrior Lake. Looking from here, the entire Red Crow City, the farmlands and camps stretching for more than ten miles, can be clearly seen. Then, his son Chippawa led the old militiamen to the top of the hill. After searching for a while, he excitedly pointed at the three soil bags and shouted to his father.

"Father! Look! Look!"

"Eh? What's this? A few small dirt bags?"

"This is the grave I dug for you with my own hands!..."

(end of this chapter)