The midsummer wind was warm and the sky was bright. The longship set sail again, leaving the Bossaros camp where they camped, and rowed along the north shore of Warrior Lake toward Red Crow City on the west shore of the lake.
The water was shining, and the sun was shining brightly. The divine priest Mecat stood on the boat, looking at the wasteland priest Zudi waving on the shore, feeling a little confused.
"Hey! Mercat, where's your outer robe?"
Chihuaco, an old militiaman, opened his eyes wide, looked at the priest Mecat who was wearing only short clothes, and then looked at the "brown bear" priest on the shore of the lake, and asked curiously.
"Why are your clothes on that priest's body?"
“…”
Priest Mecat was silent for a while, pointed to the wooden amulet of the Lord God around his neck, and gave a brief answer.
"I exchanged my clothes for this amulet."
"What! Were you deceived by that guy? Stop the boat! Let's go back!..."
"Uh...Captain Qi, I volunteered and was not deceived by him..."
Priest Mecat held the amulet and sighed quietly.
"This amulet can give birth to a son...Oh no! This amulet is a relic of a Mexica priest."
"Ah? You...really weren't deceived?..."
The old militiaman stared at the somewhat depressed Priest Mekart with wide eyes, thought for a while, and comforted him.
"The priests in the wasteland look very honest and honest... In fact, they can deceive people without blinking an eye... You have never encountered this before. It is normal to be deceived. Don't be so harsh..."
"Maybe! But I think this should be a relic..."
Priest Mecat lowered his head, touched the precise carvings on the amulet, and shook his head slightly.
"The wilderness priest told me...he found this on a corpse that had been gnawed by wolves. And that corpse, near the copper mine in the north...was killed by someone."
Hearing this, the old militiaman looked solemn. He pondered for a moment, looked at the canine warriors rowing the boat, and lowered his voice.
"You mean?...the Red Crow Tribe?"
"Um."
Priest Mecat nodded, his movements were very gentle, and his voice was also very gentle.
"He said... priests from several alliances have come to preach before, and this is what he heard about the main god. But these priests said that the main god is the supreme god, or even the only god, and he must devote his body and mind devoutly.
,obey the teachings…”
"The doctrines taught by the alliance priests were not very popular with the wilderness tribes, and few people listened. Later, they developed some tribesmen believers and told the believers to devoutly obey the will of the Lord God. God's will is higher than the will of the Lord God.
Tribe…”
"ah?"
Hearing this, the old militiaman was shocked and keenly sensed danger.
"Then what?…"
"Then, they disappeared inexplicably and died...and then, the belief in the main god of the wasteland was just like what we heard in the morning."
"Ah this!..."
The old militiaman pursed his lips and looked at Priest Mekart for a while. Then he asked in a low voice.
"Who do you think it is?"
"."
Priest Mecat thought for a while before replying with deep meaning.
"The Red Crow Chief of the Red Crow Tribe is not an ordinary dog-born leader. He has inherited the legacy of Chief Chichika and wants far more than other leaders..."
The two fell silent at the same time. The old militiaman stood on the bow of the boat, watching the increasingly dense camps along the coast and the increasing number of tribal warriors, and sighed softly.
"Hey! Another eagle on the grassland!... Chippawa stays here... I'm afraid there will be no stable life!..."
Priest Mecat also turned his head and looked at the groups of tribal warriors carrying bronze spears and the buffalo leather armor on these warriors, his eyes becoming sharper.
"Make big bows, smelt lead and copper, make leather armor, form a standing army of elite hundreds, and recruit a large number of tribal warriors... With the military power of the Red Crow, in the northeastern part of the world, I am afraid that no tribe can resist this force!
It would be okay if the power expands to the north, but if they turn to the south..."
"Their system is a dual system of farming and hunting. Politically, it is a tribal alliance that gradually centralizes power, while economically, it relies on raiding and farming. As they gradually lay down their roots along the Heron River, they can feed
The tribal population will increase more and more. The number of troops that can be mobilized will also increase rapidly..."
"Witness the Lord God! This is a tribal alliance that is rising rapidly in the northeastern wasteland! More importantly, they learn very quickly. If you give them time..."
Priest Mecat thought silently and came to a decisive conclusion.
"I must personally report back to Your Majesty what I have learned during this trip! We must deal with the Red Crow Tribe as soon as possible and establish a strong influence! ... Or, we can raise an army as soon as possible and march thousands of miles to the north..."
"We're here! This is Red Crow City! It's the nest we built with our own hands!"
The long boat landed on the beach with a "bang", and the wasteland warrior Chippawa jumped onto the shore with excitement on his face. He pointed at the densely packed tribal camps not far away, the large stretches of farmland by the lake, and a large circle that could not be seen to the end.
wooden fence, he asked proudly.
"How's it going? It's pretty good!"
"ah?…"
Hearing his son's inquiry, Chihuaco, an old militiaman, widened his eyes and trembled his eyebrows. He looked at the large flat camp and farmland and was stunned for a long time, unable to find the location of "Red Crow City". With great difficulty, he finally found the location of "Red Crow City".
On the simple wooden fence and the red crow flag hanging high, there are a little traces of villages and towns. As for the so-called "city"?
"Uh... very good! What a big... village!... Hmm! Red Crow Village!..."
Hearing this, Chipawa, the wasteland warrior, scratched his head, thought about it for a while, and replied in a low voice.
"Uh...Dad, compared to King Qin Congcan's capital, this is indeed a little bit behind..."
"What? A little bit?"
"But! But!..."
Chipawa, the wasteland warrior, raised his head, patted his chest vigorously, and declared confidently.
"This is our city! It will also be the largest city in the entire vast northern wasteland!"
"Okay! Wow!"
Looking at his confident son, the old militiaman pursed his lips. He felt relieved and nodded vigorously.
"Good son! Is that tall tent the leader's tent here? Shall we go there directly?"
"No, let's not go yet! I have sent Jaka to report to Sister Alan. It will probably be evening when her personal guards come and take us there... As for now..."
The good son Chipawa pulled his hair, thought for a while, and smiled on his face.
"Dad! There is still time! I will take you to see a place!"
"Ah? Where?"
“Great place!”
With that said, his good son Chipawa led everyone to climb up a hill on the west bank of Warrior Lake. From here, the entire Red Crow City and the farmland and camps stretching for more than ten miles can be clearly seen. Then
, his son Chipawa took the old militiaman to the top of the hill. After searching for a while, he excitedly pointed at three dirtbags and shouted to his father.
"Dad! Look! Look!"
"Uh? What are these? A few little bumpkins?"
"This is the grave I dug for you with my own hands!..."
This chapter has been completed!