"Lord God!... What kind of person would have such a dagger?..."

In the big tent, Alan was wearing a cold mask, holding an obsidian dagger in his hand, standing in front of Priest Mecate, staring at the other's face. And Priest Mecate showed surprise on his face, muttering to himself while carefully looking at the slightly old dagger.

"The stone blade of this dagger has been replaced... The wooden handle is very old and the carvings are simple, and it seems to have been passed down for many years... Hey! This smell, this texture...is it hard sandalwood? Well, it should be an alliance noble. Inheriting the dagger..."

Priest Mecate opened his eyes wide and carefully looked at the three carved square characters on the wooden handle of the dagger, falling into deep thought.

"'Sholot', the name of the **** of death...It is different from the original engraving, obviously it was engraved later...So, yes!..."

"What is it?!"

"It was engraved by the nobles of the alliance who worship the **** of death!..."

Priest Mecate touched his chin and replied in the affirmative. unsteady

"Of course, it is also possible that it was done by senior warriors who worshiped the God of Death! Your Majesty received the divine revelation of glory in the name of God of Death. Over the years, the belief in God of Death has spread among the upper echelons of the alliance and the kingdom. Many nobles Warriors and warriors will engrave the name of 'Death' on their weapons to seek the enlightenment of the gods! ... And the same is true for many noble children, hoping to obtain the blessings of the gods!..."

"Worshiping death... nobles, warriors and children?"

Alan narrowed his eyes, observing the expression on the face of Priest Mecate. After a while, she sighed faintly.

"So, there are a lot of Mexica nobles with daggers like this...in the Alliance?"

"Yes! Not only the Alliance, but also the Preepecha nobles in the Kingdom, there are many!"

"That's it..."

Hearing this, Alan bit his lip lightly, with some disappointment flashing in his eyes. She shook her head slightly and said in a low voice. unsteady

"It's from the Mexica, it can't be from the Tarasco...Ten years ago, the Mexica Alliance hadn't conquered the Kingdom of Tarasco..."

"Yes!...Ten years ago, the belief in the God of Death was indeed only circulated in the Mexica Alliance...Oh no! The people of Tlaxcala also have the same belief in the God of Death..."

"It's not Tlaxcala, it must be Mexica! I remember very clearly that when I met that man, there were Union jaguar fighters around!  …"

"Huh? And the jaguar warrior? That is indeed a member of the Alliance..."

Priest Mecate nodded cautiously. He glanced at the ruthless female chief suspiciously, vaguely aware of Alan's disappointment, and didn't know who the other party was looking for, but he couldn't forget it for so long...Ten years ago...

"Wait! No! Lord God! Time!"

Priest Mecate suddenly looked up. He stared wide-eyed, looked at the tall and stern female chief, and asked with a look of surprise and even a little horror. unsteady

"You... just said... since childhood? Ten years ago?"

"Um?"

"Are you sure? It was ten years ago?"

"I'm sure. I always remember. Ten years ago!  …"

Alan narrowed his eyes, staring at Priest Mecate's expression, and asked in a hoarse and deep female voice.

"Priest of Prepecha, what do you seem to think of?"

"This... ten years ago? Ten years ago!"

Sweat dripped from the forehead of Priest Mecate. He has studied at Shenwei University for several years, and he clearly knows that ten years ago, Mexica's writing was still vague and pictorial.

The current clear square characters are said to have been created by His Majesty Shulot, King Avit, and a group of priests and elders! According to Bravo, the president of Shenwei University, these square characters were actually recorded in sleep by His Majesty when he was young...

"If that's the case, ten years ago, someone who could engrave these words..."

Priest Mecate's heart trembled violently, and his fingers kept trembling. He stood there sluggishly, muttering to himself.

"Impossible!...How is it possible?!...I should be thinking too much..."

"Priest, what do you seem to have thought of?... Huh? This person surprised you? Um... You know him? But you can't believe it?"

Alan watched for a moment, carefully staring at Priest Mecate's expression, his eyes gradually became sharper. Then, she took a sudden step forward, grabbing the other side's skirt with all her strength, almost lifting him up. At this moment, Chief Alan's eyes were cold and menacing, but also concealed some unspeakable eagerness. unsteady

"Tell me! Who is he?"

"I...I'm not sure..."

"Tell me! Your guess!"

"He and I…"

Alan's strength was great, and Priest Mecate was trembling as he was pulled up by the hem of his clothes. He was short of breath, his face was flushed, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Seeing this, Alan frowned, barely holding back the excitement in his chest. She took a deep breath, let go of her hand, took a step back, and ordered coldly.

"Speak slowly, say whatever you think of! Don't lie! Otherwise... I'll kill you!"

"Uh...you...when you met the owner of the dagger...he...how old was he?"

"Um?"

Alan frowned, recalling the boy in his memory with a pointed hat, a waistcoat, a loincloth, and moccasins, and replied hesitantly.

"Eleven or twelve? Maybe a little older, a little soldier in training..."

"Eleven or twelve years old? Ten years? Twenty-two years old?... Ah! Ah, this!..."

Priest Mecate shuddered, and his fingers trembled again. At this moment, he was 80% sure of his guess. However, he still couldn't figure out when His Majesty had seen this female chieftain of the Red Crow Tribe thousands of miles away in the north...

"You got it?! Tell me! Who is he?"

"I…"

"Tell me! Otherwise..."

Alan's eyes sharpened, and the dagger in his hand turned over, and it rested on the neck of Priest Mecate. The cold blade cut through the skin precisely, pulling out shallow bloodstains. And as long as the blade penetrates half an inch further, it will be the end of ten deaths and no life!

"I…"

"explain!"

Feeling the sharp edge of his neck, Priest Mecate swallowed hard. His mind was at a loss, and he didn't know whether he should speak or not. But he looked at Alan's bright and hot eyes, as if being pricked by the tip of a needle, and subconsciously said.

"If you remember correctly...According to my guess...the person you met...he may be, should be...Your Majesty..."

"What did you say? Who!"

"King of the Kingdom of the Lake, His Royal Highness of the Mexica Alliance, 'Death' Shulot!..."

"Ah?...Ah!"

Alan's whole body was shaken, and his bright eyes flickered violently for a while like flames in a strong wind. Afterwards, she stared into Meccat's eyes, looked at the face without any trace of lying, and asked again.

"Are you sure? You didn't lie?!"

"The Lord God testifies! I...definitely!"

Priest Mecate pursed his lips and swallowed dry saliva. unsteady

"Ten years ago, the characters of these squares were not implemented in the alliance... and the only one who could engrave them was His Majesty Shulot... and the age you described is indeed in line with..."

"I originally thought that the 'Sholot' here is the abbreviated name of the **** of death, 'Sholot'. But now it seems that this should be His Majesty's name, the name he carved with his own hands, 'Sholot' ..."

"May I ask, under what circumstances did you meet His Majesty when you were young? And why did he give you the dagger with his name engraved on it?..."

"What?! The king in the lake? Your Highness the God of Death?...It's you! It's you!..."

Alan took a staggering step back, trembling in shock, and his eyes became a little blank. She ignored Priest Mecate's inquiry, but fell into the distant memory. At this moment, it was as if several thunderbolts were exploding in her ears, telling an unbelievable but extremely real fact.

"So...Sholot...is...your name!..."

Alan stood there in a daze, tightly clenched the dagger in his hand, and couldn't help shouting in his heart. unsteady

"It turned out to be you!..."

In this short moment, the smiling and handsome young man in her memory was like the surface of a lake hit by a heavy rain, suddenly blurred. Afterwards, the Beware Lake calmed down again, and the reflection engraved in the lake suddenly turned into the indifferent king standing under the banner of the Black Wolf King, who was unable to see his face from a distance, wearing a white gold cloth mask during the Northern Expedition of the Wasteland... The allied forces of dog descendants forced the Red Crow tribe to move eastward, which made her deeply hate and yearn for the enemy chieftain who wanted to shoot to death with one arrow! …

"Get out! Prepecha people!"

After a while, Alan shouted in a suppressed voice with red eyes.

"You all go out too! Don't leave a single one! Tobiya! Look at the tent door!"

"Yes! Chief!"

"Huh?..."

The old militiaman Chivaco looked shocked, and together with the priest of Mecate who hesitated to speak, was led out of the tent by the dog-born warriors. Soon, there was no one in the spacious tent. There was only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old Vastec girl, holding a short spear, guarding the door of the big tent.

"Ah!...Ah!...I found you!...It's you!..."

There was no one in the tent, and Alan couldn't suppress the agitation in his heart any longer, and shouted loudly. At this moment, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, and mixed feelings, the two people who are unforgettable in her memory suddenly overlapped together. She couldn't comprehend that incomparably complicated feeling.

"The Mexica, are my enemies! . . . and you, you are . . . damn!"

Alan gritted his teeth fiercely, grabbed the hanging longbow, raised a pot of feathered arrows, pointed at a captured bronze armor, and "swished" five arrows!

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!..."

At this moment, her mind went blank, showing the most terrifying shooting skills! Five consecutive feathered arrows shot at the same position of the armor one after another until they pierced the solid bronze armor! unsteady

"Hoo...hoo!...Shoot you to death!"

The surging emotions were like an erupting volcano. And when the volcano became quiet for a while, the big tent was already in chaos. Equally messy, there was also the silent person in the tent.

"Hoo...hoo..."

Alan took off the silver mask and threw it into the quiver. Her heroic face, sharp nose, and fiery red lips were revealed in the deserted tent. Panting low, she pressed her chest hard, feeling the tight corset and the tight swelling. She felt the throbbing in her heart, a desire she had never had before, a strong desire to conquer, surging in her tall and straight body.

"I am Alan the Eagle Shooter! I am the chieftain of the Red Crow tribe!...I am not the powerless little girl, and you are not just the little boy who saved me..."

Alan whispered to himself, the light in his eyes flickered like a dangerous flame. At this moment, she remembered the heroic oath she once made in front of Amoxi!

"I want to sit on a four-legged giant beast and blow the horn to rule the thousands of tribes in the north. I want to set off a high tide and rush to the homeland of the south!  …"

"I am Chief Red Crow. I conquered the northern tribes and came back with a great victory. I have created 10 new elite centurions! ... Now, in my hands, I have 30 elite centurions and 50 tribal centurions that can be recruited... They were able to conquer thousands of miles with me, conquering one tribe after another... And all of this is just two short years!..."

For the Red Crow Alliance, their ruling core is the hunting wilderness tribe, and the ratio of soldiers to civilians is astonishingly high. Right now, with only a population of more than 200,000, the Red Crow Alliance can pull out about 30,000 tribal fighters. In the north controlled by Alan, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com has 3,000 full-time elites and 5,000 recruited tribes. What's even more exaggerated is that the force of these wilderness tribes doesn't even require much logistical maintenance costs, and they are good at long-distance raids...

"Ten years ago, you stood in front of me, touched my face, rubbed my head, and let me go north... Five years ago, you led an army to march north, driving the Red Crow tribe all the way, from the newly settled Plateau, rush to the east more than a thousand miles away..."

Speaking of this, Alan raised his head, looking at the open zenith of the big tent, and at the twinkling stars all over the sky. She took a deep breath, and with a boiling flame burning in her heart, she shouted and made an oath!

"Ancestors witness! One day, I will let you kneel in front of me and look up at my chin! I will reach out and pinch your chin and look down at your face! ... I will rub your hair, Told you to go south, escape as far as possible..."

Thinking of this scene, Alan's face turned red, his heart was surging, and his whole body became hot. The fiery desire to conquer, boiling and burning, is like an inexhaustible power, driving her to keep moving forward! At this moment, she finally had a clear goal, as Chief Red Crow!

"You once captured me and let me go... I will also capture you and let you go once... Then, I will hunt you again, for thousands of miles... hunt the most noble condor on the plateau!...Hmph! …"unsteady

Eagle Shooter Alan pursed his red lips, picked up the cold silver mask, and put it on his face again. She laughed out loud like a girl, then immediately lowered her voice, turning into a deep and majestic female voice.

"Hehe! Wait until I catch you... I won't, give you a dagger with my name engraved on it..."

"I will directly engrave my name on your body!"

"Whether you are His Majesty the Mexica or the King of the Prepecha..."

"Sholot...you are all my prey!"