Aztec Eternals

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"Clap, clap!"

The constant pain on his face awakened the unconscious warrior. Pickam struggled to open his eyes, and a large, unfamiliar face appeared in his sight. He blinked his eyes hard, only to see a strange golden talisman hanging on the neck under the big face, it seems to be the sun and birds?

"Itako!"

Pickam suddenly reacted, this is the southern tribe that invaded the ancestral land! He suddenly let out a roar, and was about to reach out and touch the short dagger at his waist. However, his arm could not move at all, and he had been tied to death long ago.

"what!"

Hearing the angry shouts, Puapu was startled and jumped up from the deck. But after a few breaths, he woke up. The gray soil warrior was so embarrassed that he stretched out his arm and raised his hand to slap him seven or eight times.

"Damn savage, what are you yelling at? Dare to scare me, I can't kill you!"

"Clap! Clap!..."

A crisp slap echoed on the deck. Chiwako stared for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and said nothing.

"Clap!"

Puap slapped more than a dozen times in the face, until Picam's eyes were staring, and his head was stunned. He just stopped and beckoned Shan Bird to approach the translator.

"Savage, why are you attacking us?"

"...?"

Pickam's eyes were straight, and he couldn't react for a while. After a while, he glared fiercely at the mountain bird who spoke the Sri Lankan language, and let out a mouthful of blood.

"Bah! You gerbil who betrayed the tribe and led outsiders to the ancestral land! I will unscrew your head and dedicate it to the soul of the ancestors!"

The mountain bird was tongue-tied, his face red and his ears red. He was stunned for a moment before replying in a low voice.

"I...I'm not from Sri, I'm from Mayo!"

"Mayo? Enemies?! Itako! Kill you!..."

"Clap!..."

Puapu shouted angrily, slapped again, and slapped more than a dozen times in the face. he snarled angrily.

"Ha! You savage captive, how dare you shout and kill? Watch me cut your tongue!"

With that said, the Ash Warrior made a "dang" sound, pulled out the obsidian dagger from his waist, and pressed it towards the opponent's mouth.

"what!"

Pickam was stunned, and quickly understood Puap's intentions. He twisted his bound body desperately, like a sea fish coming ashore. However, the Ash Warrior's arms were extraordinarily strong, directly pinching his neck, forcing him to stick out his tongue. Then, a sharp dagger was attached to the edge of the tongue, and the moment it touched it, my heart froze.

"saate! Sartre! No, don't!"

Pickam let out a shrill howl, shaking all over.

He is not afraid of death, but the thought of becoming dumb has an uncontrollable fear. The Sri people are a nation that advocates singing and integrates everything into their songs. They use ballads to narrate the history and inheritance of the tribe, as well as the divine heaven, earth and nature. They take pride in singing, and everyone can sing hundreds, if not hundreds, of songs. And once people become dumb, they can no longer communicate with their ancestors and heaven and earth, they will be despised by the entire tribe, and even their souls cannot return to their ancestral land.

"Old Pu, enough! I have to ask questions, don't really hurt him."

Chiwako kept his eyes on the sidelines, until Li Wei was almost there, he took two steps forward and signaled the gray soil warrior to stop.

"Humph! There are so many Sri people on the island, after killing him, it's a big deal to catch another!

Puap said a few words of "hum" and put away the dagger. He thought for a while, and gave Pickam two more palms before he got up and left.

The two had a tacit understanding, one would be a villain and the other would be a good person, and they had to get some information out of the Sri leader's mouth.

The sun sets in the west, reflecting the glittering waves; the clouds are magnificent, smearing a faint blush. Half a day has passed since the fierce water battle in the afternoon. Since Chief Pickam's boat was overturned, the Sri people's fleet has fallen into complete chaos. Some of the boats rushed forward desperately to rescue the drowning chief, but most of them stagnated at the back, with fear and hesitation. The enemy boats are disjointed from front to back, and without sufficient numbers, there is no real threat to the larger ships. The Kingdom's fleet collided for a while, and arrows rained down, finally killing the Sri people's fleet completely!

Afterwards, Chiwako asked people to search for a while, and from a Sri small boat, captured the unconscious tattooed warrior, Chief Pickam.

After a fight, the expedition fleet lost more than a dozen people, and the Sri people suffered at least 100 casualties. Seeing this tragic water battle, the soldiers on the shore screamed furiously, and they even shot arrows far into the sea, but to no avail.

In order to prevent the Sri Lankan night attack, Chiwako did not stay on the shore. He let the fleet row northwest for a short time, temporarily out of sight of the Sri people, and then freed up his hands to deal with the captured prisoners.

"Warrior, you fought to the last moment and were very brave! The most important warrior in the tribe in the lake, we admire your bravery and express our goodwill to you!"

Chiwako smiled and walked to Pickam's side. He crouched down and gave Pickam a mouthful of honey first.

"Come, drink some honey water. It's sweet!"

"...Uh?"

Chief Pickam was a little confused. He opened his mouth subconsciously, curled his tongue carefully, and drank a few mouthfuls of honey water. The tribal warriors set off early in the morning and ran for most of the day before arriving at the ancestral island. He then fought fiercely with the invaders again and went without food for a whole day. At this time, he was relieved, and he felt hungry and thirsty all over his body, and he had no energy at all.

"You, the tribe in the lake?"

"Yes. We are warriors from the far south, the tribe in the lake. We came here, and we have no malice towards you Sri tribe. We are not enemies. You are not enemies! There is a misunderstanding between us and you! "

"No! Tahjok, Hunter, our ancestral land!"

Hearing Yamato's translation, Pickam suddenly widened his eyes. He stared at Chiwako's face and roared in a low voice.

"You are invaders! Climb the ancestral land of the tribe and destroy the inheritance of the tribe. You are the mortal enemy of all tribes! Ntaho! Get out of here, the tribe in the lake!"

"..."

Chiwaco scratched his head, feeling a little tricky. His conjecture has been verified, Tiburon Island is indeed the ancestral land of the Sri people, and it is a sacred island that all the Sri Lanka tribes will defend even if they fight! After a long while, the old militiaman sighed and tried to reply with a smile.

"Calm down, warrior! We're not enemies. We're friends. We'll get out of here soon! Soon, leave!"

"Not an enemy, but a friend? You, soon, leave?"

Pickam looked suspicious. He looked at Chiwaco's expression and thought about his situation again. The other party seemed to be more friendly, stopped the evil one who cut his tongue, and fed himself a few mouthfuls of honey. It shouldn't be a lie. He worked hard to run his brain and said loudly.

"You swear! Swear with the ancestors!"

"..."

Chiwako raised his eyebrows, patiently clenched his fists in his chest, and swore loudly.

"Ancestral witness! Our kingdom fleet is not the enemy of the Sri people. Soon, we will leave your ancestral land! We have no malice!"

Pickam listened attentively, but unfortunately, without a translation, he could not understand a single word. And the translation is hard to believe. He gritted his teeth hard and shouted again.

"Leader of the big ship! I don't understand your oath. I will cut my palm and swear with you!"

"What?!"

Hearing this request, Chiwaco was stunned. He looked at the mountain bird and asked suspiciously.

"What is he going to do?"

"Captain, he wants to swear blood with you. That is to cut the palms together, stick them together, let the blood flow in one place, and repeat the oath. In this way, through the medium of blood, under the witness of the ancestors, the oath of both parties With mana, it can constrain the opponent..."

Shan Bird blinked and translated carefully.

"...cut the palm of your hand and swear on it?"

Chiwako's old face shook. He raised his head and looked at Puap, the dust.

"Old Pu!"

"Old man Qi, what do you think I'm doing? I don't do this kind of thing! Hmph, if I want to punish him directly, he will say everything!"

"...Hey!"

The old militiaman sighed helplessly. He thought about it and said seriously.

"Ancestor's testimony! Bloody oath, both parties must have an oath to be fair! I can swear to leave the island, put you back into the tribe, and not be an enemy of you Sri people! But you also have to swear!"

"What! Are you willing to swear to let me go back to the tribe?!"

Hearing this, Pickam was stunned and surprised. After he was captured, he originally had the idea of ​​​​death, and also made preparations for his soul to return to the ancestral land. But now the sudden emergence of vitality made him unable to make a mistake, and his mind was also a little loose. After a while, he answered hesitantly.

"Well, that... swear to each other, it's fair. Then, what do you want me to... swear?"

"I want you to swear that you will no longer be our enemy, and tell me the news from the north!"

"I will no longer be enemies with you, and tell the news from the north?"

Pickam hesitated and thought about it for a long time.

The other party killed many Sri warriors, and even the warriors of their own tribe died... However, they stayed on the big boat, and the small boat of the tribe couldn't do anything about them. The tribe needs to hunt and migrate, and there is not much food in reserve. Therefore, such a large-scale mobilization of various ministries is very stressful and cannot be sustained for too long. And once most of the warriors leave, a small number of guards can't keep the big island at all... In general, if they can leave the ancestral land, the sacrifice of a few warriors is still acceptable.

What's more, he was captured by the enemy, and even if he was released to the tribe, he would be stained with indelible stains. And if you can let the other party leave, you will become a warrior who is not afraid of life and death, go deep into the big ship alone, persuade the fierce hostile tribes, and finally protect the sacred ancestral land! In this way, this will become a good story for everyone to sing and make famous tribes!

As for the news from the north, about the Sri tribe, he would definitely not say it. And other news, said nothing.

Pickam thought for a while and made a decisive decision.

"Okay! Chief of the big ship, I promise you!"

"Okay! Warrior, wow!"

Chiwako laughed with joy, and his old smile turned into a flower. He had Pickam untied and handed him an obsidian dagger. Then, the two raised their daggers at the same time, facing the gorgeous sunset, and at the same time slashed towards their palms!