"Dear Chief of the Red Crow Tribe! We... we need some time... to discuss..." Yuan

"Okay! Let's discuss it here, don't make me wait too long!..."

The sun fell into the wilderness in the west, and in the big tent was a bonfire with uncertain light and shade. Chihuaco, an old militiaman with a bitter face, got together with the priest of Mecate who bowed his head. The two communicated quickly and in low voices in the dialect of the Patzcuaro Lake District.

"Captain Qi, what should we do?"

"What to do? What do you say?!..."

"Do you think...she will be afraid of the intimidation of the Kingdom Legion?"

Hearing this, the old militiaman trembled all over. He immediately glanced at the female chieftain wearing a cold mask, and then gagged Mekart's mouth.

"Damn! Are you crazy? We were blown here by a storm, and the Kingdom didn't even know it! A naked fox fell into a wolf's den, and a jaguar was brought out to scare you! ... The wolf ate you straight away, without bones There's only one left... At that time, no matter how fierce the jaguar is, it won't know anything!"

Hearing this, Priest Mecate pursed his lips and clenched his fists, feeling extremely remorseful. He looked around at the fierce dog-born warriors, was silent for a moment, and sighed helplessly.

"Hey! Alright! The Kingdom searched for so long before they found the small iron mine in Heiyan Mountain. Your Majesty said that there are not many iron mines in the world, and they are hard to find... It is unlikely that there are iron mines around the Red Crow Tribe. Mine. Then, we left a few people with them, and they found it straight away..."

"Mekart, shut your mouth!"

The old militiaman Chihuaco gritted his teeth fiercely, wishing to gag the other party's mouth. Then, he frowned, thought carefully for a while, and his expression gradually relaxed.

"Forget it, think about it carefully, this may not be a bad thing! ... There are three wounded people on board, and they won't recover in a short time. It's better to let them stay here and take good care of them. The Red Crow tribe needs them to search for mines, and the female chief needs them Listening to the story, I will definitely not treat them badly... I will let Chipawa take care of it, after all, they are all fellow villagers..."

The two discussed for a while, and had no choice but to bow their heads.

"Respected Chief of the Red Crow Tribe! We have three injured sailors, all from Prepecha, who also know what iron ore looks like... They can stay here, and please take care of one or two..." Yuan

Alan was very satisfied with the two people's tactful statements. She has been running on the wilderness, and she is used to seeing the magnificent wonders of the land. But he is full of unknown curiosity about everything mysterious at sea. And she threatened the two of them that some crew members must stay behind. Whether it was to find iron ore or to hear stories, I am afraid it was hard to say clearly.

"So, the Kingdom of the Lake dispatched a large army to conquer the various tribes of Totonak, also because of the legendary prophecy?"

"Uh... Your Majesty's plan is beyond our knowledge. When we set off, the kingdom did not go east to the coast of Totonac... But His Majesty does, attaches great importance to the route to the Eastern Snake Island... In fact, the white-skinned demon's The prophecy is also a divine revelation from His Majesty..."

"Apocalypse?..."

Alan's eyes flickered, trying to figure out a word that was rarely heard in this wasteland. If someone in the wasteland claims to be a god, he has to accept the challenge of a group of warriors and prove himself with force! Otherwise, you can’t even beat me, so why does God enlighten you instead of me? You must be fake! …

"The revelation of the southern tribe..."

Alan tilted his head and thought for a while. She knew that all the ministries in the south believed in gods, and they valued divine enlightenment far more than the wilderness. Since the God of War enlightened the Mexica people that the enemy was in the sea to the east, then the army of the Mexica people should march to the east... In other words, within a few years, they would not care about what happened in the far north. And the Red Crow tribe moving north will have plenty of time to develop! garden

"Not bad! Very good!...I will let you go back and let your king know that the revelation he received really exists!"

Alan's voice rose slightly, and then quickly became low again, as if deliberately maintaining his majesty. Next, she asked some questions about the Mexica Alliance and the Kingdom of the Lake, and Priest Mecate answered them carefully.

After all these questions, the short jacket of poor Priest Mecate was drenched with sweat. He has already discovered the horror of the masked female chieftain, and he does not know what kind of wasteland witchcraft is used to judge the truth of his words, even as if he can read his mind...

"Respected... powerful... Chief Red Crow, we haven't had dinner yet... Can you let us step down first?"

"Ancestors! There are actually eight legions in your lake kingdom? And in one legion, there are eight thousand warriors capable of fighting?...By the way, you haven't told me yet, what is the difference between these legions? ? Those powerful chiefs who control the legion, why should they continue to obey the orders of your king?..."

"Huh? Look at your expression, isn't this a strange question? The powerful chiefs in the wasteland will always want to monopolize the land, unless there is a particularly powerful chief suppressing... Oh! It seems that your king is indeed Very powerful, that is to say, it is your king who suppressed the great chiefs of each legion?...Sure enough! So ~lightnovelpub.net~ If your king dies in battle, the great chiefs of each legion will occupy the land and become king ?...They won't listen to the King of the Mexica Alliance? So it is!...Hey! Don't cry!..."

Priest Mecate's face was pale, his fingers were trembling, and his eyes were filled with tears. He didn't say anything, it was all guessed by the masked chief on the opposite side. The old militiaman Chihuaco next to him was stunned, and he was so frightened that he grabbed the sun amulet around his neck and prayed in a rare and sincere way. garden

"Ah! Lord God bless you! Don't ask me! I...I don't know anything..."

The corner of Alan's mouth raised, holding back a smile, enjoying the pleasure of controlling the situation. She looked at the trembling two people in front of her, guessing that the other party would no longer dare to lie, so she slowly stood up from the cushion. And when she came in front of the two, her slender and tall figure was actually much taller than the two standing.

"I remember you said that you are the Priest of the God of War in Prepeca, and you know the beliefs of the Mexica very well?"

Alan's eyes were sharp, staring at the pale-faced priest of Mecate, who nodded nervously. Then, seemingly casually, she took out a dagger from her bosom and showed it in front of Priest Mecate.

"I'm looking at you, don't try to lie!...Tell me, what is written on this dagger?"

"Ugh! It says...'Sholot', the **** of death among the Mexica gods..."

"Very good!"

Hearing this, Alan nodded, his face remained unchanged. Of course, she was wearing a mask, so everyone couldn't see her expression. She had already inquired about the three words on the dagger before, and knew that this was the name of the Mexica God of Death. And what she really wants to ask is...

"Honest Priest of Prepecha, tell me! What kind of person would have such a dagger? Engraved the name of the **** of death on his weapon since he was a child?"