The night on the north shore of Warrior Lake was not quiet. There were faint sounds of wolves that howled all night long. This fertile land in the north has just been reclaimed, and it is full of wild atmosphere.
Early the next morning, the more wild Bosalos hunters excitedly climbed out of the grass bed. They found a nearby wilderness priest and conducted a prayer ceremony before hunting the wolves.
The wilderness priest Zudi, who was as strong as a bear, looked solemn and set up a stone altar. On the altar, he placed a few animal teeth, put some leaves and grass, and inserted an antler of the god of hunting... Finally,
He even inserted a wood-carved sun hummingbird.
"Ah? Do these wilderness priests also believe in the Lord God?"
Everyone in the longship stood not far away, watching the prayer ceremony. The divinely inspired priest Mecat looked stunned, staring at the simple but accurate emblem of the main god, which was a bit incredible.
"Ha! What's so strange about this? The tribes in the wilderness have always worshiped and feared those powerful gods!"
Chipawa, the wasteland warrior, curled his lips. As a self-confessed Tarascan, he had no favorable impression of the Mexican war god. However, like the warriors of the wasteland, he was interested in being able to summon thunder and lightning.
The flaming God of War is in awe. After all...
"Hey! After all... that time when all the tribes united to march south, they encountered the Mexica army's northern march... Damn it! Those flames filling the sky and the terrifying thunder can still scare people in their dreams after so many years.
Wake up!… A few years ago, Desert Valley City sent some wilderness priests who believed in the Mexican God of War. Then, the belief in the powerful God of War in the south officially began to spread among various tribes…”
While everyone was whispering, the strong wilderness priest danced a sacrificial dance and shouted and sang a sacrificial song. Chipawa, the wilderness warrior, nodded repeatedly and translated the sacrificial song to his father.
"Niyol! Aho! In the forests and grasslands, hunters sneak silently! They hold bows and arrows, and have eagle feathers on their heads. The sacred sky is watching them, and the sacred earth will
They hold up…”
"Ahuo! They move as quickly as the wind! The wind god blesses them and gives them brisk and silent steps! The ancestral spirits also lead them and give them keen ears and eyes!..."
"Aho! The wolves stood there, alert, smart and dangerous! That was their prey, a gift from the God of Hunting! The hunters carefully raised their bows and prayed to the great spirit!..."
"Aho! Shoot the arrow quickly and hit the wolves accurately! The wolves will also run and fight with the brave hunters! The most powerful god of war has given them divine power, giving them the will of thunder, and more
There is the power of fire!…”
"Ahuo! Under the watchful eyes of heaven and earth, ancestors and gods! This long hunting trip will definitely bring a rich harvest! They will bring back furs, wolf meat, teeth and claws... In the cycle of life
In it, the hunter and the prey are all one!…”
The strong wilderness priest had a loud voice and sang a blessing. Then he waved his thick arms, pointed towards the northern wilderness, and roared loudly.
"Hey yo yo! Ahuo!...Go! Hunters of the tribe, go hunting! Roar!"
"Roar!"
Hunters from more than a dozen tribes roared in unison, and happily carried bows and arrows on their backs and copper axes and spears to look for traces of the wolves, without even looking at the fields outside the village.
They had just returned from the war. They were wild-minded and had no time to think about tending crops in the fields. And the harvest of a wolf, dozens of kilograms of meat, a big hide, and teeth that could be used as arrowheads, was much better than farming.
Even though this requires risking their lives, the tribes in the wilderness have long been accustomed to taking risks.
"Okay!...Hey yo yo! Aho! I wish you good luck!..."
The old militiaman Chihuaco opened his eyes wide and waved friendly hands to the departing hunters. Then he turned his head, looked at his son, and asked.
"What does this 'Hey yo yo, Ahuo'... mean?"
"Uh! Dad... Niyol (Niyol) means 'beautiful, wonderful', a kind of wish. And Aho (Aho) means 'hope so, pray'... This is actually the language of the northern tribes,
It is said to come from an extremely powerful and distant mountain tribe! They control the important salt ponds in the north and occupy the mountain valleys to escape the cold wave. They have a very long history. As they have fought and traded for many years, their blessings have
, also spread among the various tribes in the prairie..."
Having said this, the wasteland warrior Chipawa scratched his head. He asked the soldiers next to him uncertainly, and then re-confirmed the answer among their chaotic answers.
"They call themselves the Diné, and some tribes call them... the Navahu'u, 'the people of the fertile mountains'!"
"What? The valleys in the mountains to the north?...Important salt ponds?...The Navajo people..."
Hearing this, the old militiaman blinked his eyes, thought for a while, and suddenly felt a chill in his back. He realized that the more he knew, the more dangerous he would be! If he came to explore the north again...
"Ahem! Don't talk about this anymore! Don't talk about it anymore!..."
The old militiaman shook his head vigorously and quickly turned away. He looked at the bows and arrows behind the hunters with surprise on his face. Although those bows were slightly smaller than the kingdom's big bows, they were much larger than ordinary hunting bows.
.
"Hey! They actually have such big bows?"
"Hmm. To hunt wolves, you must use a big bow. It's best to kill them with two arrows..."
Hearing this, the wasteland warrior Chipawa nodded. He thought for a while and added another sentence.
"Dad! These bows are also made by tribes imitating the bows and arrows from the south. They should also come from the Mexica... By the way! When I went north this time, I also saw the bows used by the Coahuik warriors. They seemed to use
The sinews of the northern bison are stuck to the wood...I don’t know how..."
"O Lord God! Heaven and earth, ancestral spirits, the great spirit... the God of Wind, the God of Hunting, the God of War... the beliefs of the Red Crow Tribe Alliance are so complicated! Although they have introduced the main god who is the God of War, they still regard it only as the powerful leader of the gods.
When it comes to worship...their beliefs are still ignorant of polytheism and animism..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Two steps away, Divine Priest Mecat narrowed his eyes and stared at the wood-engraved emblem of the Lord God on the altar. After thinking for a moment, he put away the Talisman of the Lord God around his neck.
With a smile on his face, he walked up to the wasteland priest Zudi.
"Praise the gods! Praise the mighty God of War!..."
Priest Mecat had a gentle face and asked with a smile in proficient Guakili.
"Dear Priest of the Wasteland, can you tell me how powerful the God of War is?"
"Ah?... Praise the gods! Praise the ancestors and heaven and earth!"
The wasteland priest Zudi was startled and looked at the longship warrior in front of him. He couldn't see the origin. He scratched his hair with his thick arms, raised his voice, and answered with a simple smile.
"Oh! God of War! That's so powerful! He is the terrifying Aztec battle god from the south! He can summon thunder and boulders, he can spit out smoke and fire, and he has a lightning spear.
Defeat all the gods without any opponent..."
"And His blessing can make the warriors stronger and more powerful! Just like a black bear in the mountains!..."
Speaking of this, the wasteland priest Zudi patted his chest and raised his strong arms. Then, he thought for a while and looked at the thin, not strong, but exquisitely dressed Priest Mekart.
Suddenly he winked.
"Um...do you have a son?"
"Uh? What?"
"Do you have a son?"
"…No."
"Ah! Then you really should worship the God of War. It's best to ask for a talisman from him..."
As he spoke, the wasteland priest Zudi looked around, took out a sun hummingbird amulet carved from fir wood from his arms, and solemnly handed it to priest Mecat.
"Here! The talisman of the God of War! It comes from the powerful Aztec tribe in the south! It can protect you...let you show your strength and give birth to a strong son!"
Finally, Priest Zudi of the Wasteland lowered his voice, and under the gaze of Priest Mecat with gritted teeth, he made a bid with an honest face.
"Well, this precious God of War amulet...as long as you have this thick coat...or the copper ax on your waist...to give birth to a son! It's guaranteed to work!"
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