It was getting dusk, and there was some groggy in the big tent. The bonfire in the corner swayed, drawing out the shadows of the dog-born warriors, and it made people feel a little hot. trip

Hearing Alan's words, the old militiaman felt sweat on his forehead. The other party's Guajili voice was low. Although he couldn't quite understand it, he could feel the obvious hostility and indifference. This is obviously different from what your son said. What about "Sister Alan who is easy to talk to"?

"The chieftain of the Red Crow Tribe!..."

Two steps away, Priest Mecate looked serious and his eyes sharpened. He straightened his chest, took a step forward, and was about to refute. The old militiaman next to him shook his arm, quickly grabbed Priest Mecate, and stepped forward instead, bowing his head respectfully.

"Respected and powerful Chief Red Crow!...We are not warrior leaders, but the captain and priests of the kingdom's exploration fleet. We encountered a storm at sea, so we drifted to the northern coast..."

The old militiaman smiled and kept his posture very low. He had heard from Chippawa, and vaguely guessed the source of the hostility. He carefully explained in his unproficient Guajili language.

"We are the fleet of the Kingdom of the Lake, not the fleet of the Mexica Alliance... There are no Mexica in our fleet, and they are all Prepechas..."

Hearing these words, Chief Alan pursed his lips, his eyes softened slightly. She pondered for a while, looked at the wrinkles on the old militiaman's face, and asked in a deep voice. trip

"Are you all from Prepeca?...You are the captain of the ship, Father of Chippawa?..."

"Yes! Yes! Kipawana is able to follow you, it is really the blessing of the ancestors!..."

"Hmm... I've seen the tomb that Chipawa built for you... The person he drew doesn't look like you at all..."

"Ah! This...uh...that..."

Seeing the embarrassment of the old militiaman, Alan chuckled lightly. The silver mask on her face was still cold, but the curve of her lips was much softer. She tilted her head slightly, pondered for a while, and then asked seriously.

"As Prepechas, why do you serve the king of the Mexica?"

Hearing such a question, Priest Mecate glanced at Chivaco, an old militiaman, and finally stepped forward to answer. trip

"Dear Chief of the Red Crow Tribe! We are not serving the king of the Mexica, we are serving the king of the Kingdom of the Lake! . . . Although he is His Royal Highness of the Mexica, he is all Preepecha King whom men honor!"

"Oh? This is different from what I've heard before..."

Hearing this, Alan raised his brows under the mask. She stared at the face of Priest Mecate, seeing no pretense, only honesty. She was silent for a while, the cold mask covering all her expressions. It wasn't until a moment later that she asked coldly.

"The Prepechas who served the Mexica. Tell me! What is your purpose when you appear on the coast of the Red Crow Alliance? This is tribal territory, and the enemy's prying and conspiracy are not allowed. If you can't prove yourself , Convince me, it is impossible for you to leave here! And the boundless northern grassland will be your destination for the rest of your life..."

Hearing this, the old militia Chihuaco's heart trembled. He licked his dry lips, looked at Priest Mecate who was also nervous, and replied carefully.

"Dear mighty northern chieftain, the story of our fleet will be a long, long story..."

"Ancestral witness! I will listen to you, look at your faces, and tell if you are lying! No one can fool me!"

"Uh... We set off from the Crow City of the Vastec people, according to the prophecy of the Lord God, to find the long island in the eastern sea, where the corpse of the Feathered Serpent God was transformed... We shoulder the mission of divine revelation, to establish an outpost of the kingdom there, Resist the invasion of white-skinned demons..."

"The prophecy of the **** of war? A white-skinned demon?"

"Witness of the Lord God! That is the prophecy, the enemy who will appear on the sea, the enemy of the whole world!"

Priest Mecate straightened his spine, his eyes were piercing, and there was a look of conviction in his eyes. He spoke Guajili very fluently, like a Guajili in the wasteland.

"White-skinned demons will have roaring giant beasts, roaring thunder, and huge snake ships! They will pretend to be messengers of the gods, but they will have a deep-seated greed for gold and silver. They will hold high the cross of the evil **** and destroy The temples of the gods and the tombs of the ancestors! They will even spread the plague of death, spread terrible poisonous clouds in the air, and make the descendants of the glue man fester and die in a very miserable way..."

"According to the prophecy of the Lord God...we traveled a thousand miles along the coast of Totonac, crossed the Hidden Snake City...crossed over two thousand miles of the Mayan coast, and met countless Mayans...passed through the terrible deep sea and storms , found the Cuban Snake Island in the distant East China Sea! Then, we rowed three thousand miles along the coast of Snake Island, and met many Taino tribes...God bless you! After so many difficulties and obstacles, we finally found The location of the outpost in the prophecy, that amazing big iron mine!...uh!..."

The voice of the priest of Mecate was loud and impassioned. Without pausing, he talked for a few quarters of an hour, talking about many unique experiences during the voyage, and the customs and customs of various coastal areas. And it wasn't until the end of exploring the story that he suddenly came to his senses, and his words stopped immediately. trip

Alan wore a mask, so he couldn't see the specific expression. However, she leaned back, propped her chin with her hand, listened carefully to the exploration of the distant coast, was attracted by the story of the voyage, and actually had a lot of yearning in her heart. At this moment, she already had some confidence in the origin of the fleet. Because of the demeanor, tone and details of the other party, so many firm and small expressions... No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a lie...

Then, she sat up straight suddenly, keenly grasping Priest Mecate's words.

"The prophecy, the big iron mine?"

The mighty Chief Alan wears a mask and has eyes as sharp as a knife. She stared at the face of Priest Mecate, and asked in a deep voice.

"What is iron ore? According to the description you just said, is it black, a stone as hard as copper ore? It is very important, and you need to travel six thousand miles to find it on that long snake island?"

"Well…"

Beads of sweat suddenly appeared on Priest Mecate's forehead~lightnovelpub.net~. He turned his head and glanced at the old militiaman Chihuaco, who also had sweat on his face, and was speechless for a while. trip

"Don't try to lie to me! Otherwise, I will separate you all and torture each of you severely!"

Alan's eyes were extremely sharp, the eyes that belonged exclusively to marksmen. Even though the light in the tent was dim, she could still clearly see the faces of the two, and every subtle expression on their faces. She has already discovered that there are far more details on the human face than imagined. And this is one of the reasons why she wears a mask.

"Uh...iron ore is, black, a rock as hard as copper ore..."

"So, it is also like a copper mine, which can forge weapons and armor? Then how is it different from copper?"

"Uh...it's like copper...but not quite the same..."

"That's right! Your lake kingdom is good at smelting and produces a large number of bronze weapons. Then, you have worked so hard to find this iron ore, which must be better than copper!"

"Ah! Ah this..."

Looking at the sweaty and stammering two people, Alan raised the corners of his mouth. The other party's subtle nervous expression already explained everything. The cold mask was full of majesty, concealing the pride on the girl's face under the mask. She pursed her lips like this, looked at the two of them sharply for a while, and then waved her hand.

"Preepechas who served the Mexica...you proved yourself and you didn't lie. I will not send you to the far northern steppes with the running bison...I will send you south , go and report to your king..."

"But, you must! Two people must be left behind! They must stay here and continue to tell me the story of the voyage... and then look for iron ore for the Red Crow tribe! ..."