"O Lord God!...What kind of person would have such a dagger?..."
In the big tent, Alan wore a cold mask and held an obsidian dagger in his hand. He stood in front of Priest Mekart and stared at the other person's face. Priest Mekart looked surprised and carefully looked at the slightly old
Dagger, muttering to himself.
"The stone blade of this dagger has been replaced... The style of the wooden handle is very old, and the withered pattern is primitive. It seems to have been passed down for many years... Eh! This smell, this texture... Is it hard sandalwood? Well, it should be a knife from an alliance noble.
Heritage dagger…”
Priest Mekat opened his eyes wide, carefully looked at the three carved square characters on the wooden handle of the dagger, and fell into deep thought.
"'Xulot', the name of the God of Death... is different from the original engraved, it is obviously engraved later... So, yes!..."
"What is it?!"
"It was carved by the alliance nobles who worshiped the God of Death!..."
Priest Mecat touched his chin and answered affirmatively.
"Of course, it may also be the work of a senior warrior who worships the God of Death! His Majesty received the glorious divine revelation in the name of the God of Death. Over the years, the belief in the God of Death has spread among the upper echelons of the Alliance and the Kingdom. Many nobles
Warriors and warriors will carve the name of 'Death' on their weapons to seek enlightenment from the gods! ...And many children of nobles do the same, hoping to obtain the blessings of the gods!..."
"Nobles, samurai and children who worship the God of Death?"
Alan squinted her eyes and observed the expression on Priest Mecat's face. After a moment, she sighed quietly.
"So, there are many Mexican nobles with such daggers...in the alliance?"
"Yes! Not only the alliance, but also many Prepecha nobles in the kingdom!"
"That's it..."
Hearing this, Alan bit her lip gently, a bit of disappointment flashed in her eyes. She shook her head slightly and whispered.
"It belongs to the Mexica people, it cannot be the Tarasco people...Ten years ago, the Mexican Alliance had not yet conquered the Kingdom of Tarasco..."
"Yes!... Ten years ago, the belief in the God of Death was indeed only spread among the Mexica Alliance... Oh no! The people of Tlaxcala also have the same belief in the God of Death..."
"It's not a Tlaxcala, it must be a Mexica! I remember clearly that when I met that man, there were also Alliance Jaguar warriors around him!..."
"Ah? And the Jaguar Warrior? That is indeed a member of the Alliance..."
Priest Mecat nodded cautiously in response. He glanced at the cold female chief with confusion, vaguely aware of Alan's disappointment, and did not know who the other party was looking for, but he had been thinking about it for so long...Ten years ago...
"Wait! No! Lord God! Time!"
Priest Mekat suddenly raised his head. He stared at the tall and stern female chief with wide eyes, and asked with a look of surprise and even some horror.
"You... just said... since childhood? Ten years ago?"
"Um?"
"Are you sure? It was ten years ago?"
"I'm pretty sure. I always remember it. It was ten years ago!…"
Alan narrowed his eyes, stared at the expression of Priest Mecat, and asked in a low and hoarse female voice.
"Priest of Prepecha, what seems to be on your mind?"
"This...ten years ago? Ten years ago!"
Priest Mecat's forehead was covered with sweat. He had studied at Shenwei University for several years, and he knew clearly that ten years ago, the writing of Mexica was still the graphic writing of Mohu.
The now clear square characters are said to have been created by His Majesty Shulot, King Avit, and a group of priests and elders! According to the statement of the principal of Shenwei University, Chief Priest Bravo, these square characters were actually created by His Majesty when he was young.
At that time, I received divine inspiration and recorded it in my sleep...
"If you say so, who could have carved these words ten years ago..."
Priest Mecat's heart was trembling, and his fingers were trembling constantly. He stood there blankly, muttering to himself.
"Impossible!...How is it possible?!...I must have thought too much..."
"Priest, what seems to have occurred to you?...Huh? This person surprises you? Hmm...You know him? But you can't believe it?"
Alan watched for a moment, carefully staring at the expression of Priest Mekart, her eyes gradually becoming sharper. Then, she took a sudden step forward, grabbed the other person's clothes with force, and almost lifted him up. At this moment, Chief Alan's eyes were cold.
The threat is hidden in some unspeakable eagerness.
"Tell me! Who is he?"
"I...I'm not sure..."
"Tell me! Your guess!"
"He and I…"
Alan's strength was so great that Priest Mekart was forced to lift his clothes, and his whole body was shaking. He was breathing rapidly, his face was red, and he was speechless for a moment.
Seeing this, Alan raised her eyebrows and could barely hold back the excitement in her chest. She took a deep breath, let go of her hand, took a step back, and gave a cold order.
"Speak slowly and say whatever comes to mind! Don't lie! Otherwise...I will kill you!"
"Uh... you... when you met the owner of the dagger... how old... was he?"
"Um?"
Alan frowned, recalling in his memory the boy wearing a pointed hat, a waistcoat, a loincloth, and moccasins, and hesitantly answered.
"Eleven or twelve years old? Maybe a little older. He is a little warrior in training..."
"Eleven or twelve years old? Ten years? Twenty-two years old?...Ah! Ah this!..."
Priest Mecat trembled all over and his fingers trembled again. At this moment, he was 80% sure of his guess. However, he still couldn't figure out when exactly His Majesty saw this person thousands of miles away in the north.
, the female chief of the Red Crow tribe...
"You know?! Tell me! Who is he?"
"I…"
"Tell me! Otherwise..."
Alan's eyes were sharp, and he flipped the dagger in his hand and placed it on the neck of Priest Mecat. The cold blade accurately cut through the skin, drawing out shallow blood stains. And as long as the blade penetrated half an inch deeper, it would be ten
The fate of no life!
"I…"
"explain!"
Feeling the sharp edge on his neck, Priest Mekart swallowed hard. His mind was at a loss, and he didn't know whether he should say anything. But when he looked at Alan's bright and hot eyes, it was like being pricked by a needle.
, said subconsciously.
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"What did you say? Who!"
"The King of the Lake Kingdom, His Highness of the Mexica Alliance, the 'God of Death' Shulot!..."
"Ah?...Ah!"
Alan's whole body was shocked, and her bright eyes flashed violently like flames in the strong wind for a while. Then, she stared into Mecat's eyes, looking at the face without any trace of lying, and asked again.
"Are you sure? You didn't lie?!"
"The Lord God witnesses! I am...sure!"
Priest Mecat pursed his lips and swallowed the dry saliva.
"Ten years ago, the words on these squares had not yet been implemented in the Alliance... and the only person who could possibly carve them was His Majesty Shulot... And the age you described does indeed match..."
"I originally thought that the 'Shulote' here was the abbreviated name of the God of Death, 'Shulote'. But now it seems that this should be His Majesty's name, the name he carved with his own hands, 'Shulote'
…”
"Can I ask, under what circumstances did you meet His Majesty when you were a boy? And why would he give you a dagger engraved with his name?..."
"What?! The King of the Lake? His Highness the God of Death?...It's you! It's you!..."
Alan staggered back, her whole body trembling in shock, and her eyes became a little blank. She ignored Priest Mecat's inquiry and fell into long-lasting memories. At this moment, it seemed like there were several thunders in her ears.
The explosion told a fact that was both unbelievable and extremely real to her.
"It turns out...Xulot...is...your name!..."
Alan stood there in a daze, clenching the dagger in his hand tightly, and couldn't help shouting in his heart.
"It's you!..."
In this brief moment, the smiling and handsome young man in her memory was like the surface of a lake that had been hit by a heavy rain, suddenly turning into a lake. Then, when the lake calmed down again, the reflection imprinted in the lake suddenly turned into
During the Northern Expedition in the Wasteland, her face could not be seen in the distance. He was wearing a platinum cloth mask and standing under the banner of the Black Wolf King... The one who defeated the Canine Alliance and forced the Red Crow Tribe to move eastward made her deeply hate him.
Longing for the enemy chief who wants to kill with one arrow!…
"Get out! Prepecha!"
After a while, Alan shouted in a suppressed voice with red eyes.
"You all get out too! Don't leave any one behind! Kite lost! Look at the tent door!"
"Yes! Chief!"
"Well?…"
Chihuaco, an old militiaman, had a look of astonishment on his face. Together with the hesitant Priest Mecat, he was taken out of the tent by the canine warriors. Soon, there was no one else in the large tent. There was only a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy.
The Huastec girl, carrying a short spear, was guarding the door of the tent.
"Ah!...Ah!...I found you!...It's you!..."
There was no one in the tent, and Alan could no longer suppress the excitement in her heart and shouted loudly. At this moment, the two people who were unforgettable in her memory suddenly overlapped. It was an extremely complicated feeling.
, which she couldn't understand at all.
"Mexicans are my enemies!... And you, you are... damn it!"
Alan gritted his teeth, grabbed the hanging long bow, picked up a pot of feather arrows, and pointed at a captured bronze armor, "swish", it was five arrows!
“Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Cang!…”
At this moment, her mind went blank, and she displayed the most terrifying shooting skills! Five consecutive feather arrows were shot at the same position of the armor, until they penetrated the solid bronze armor!
"Huh...huh!...shoot you to death!"
The surging emotions were like an erupting volcano. When the volcano fell silent for a while, the tent was already in chaos. Also in chaos were the silent people in the tent.
"Huh...huh..."
Alan took off the silver mask and threw it into the quiver. Her heroic face, sharp nose, and flaming red lips were revealed in the deserted tent. She gasped softly and exerted herself.
She pressed her chest, feeling the tight corset and the tight swelling. She felt the movement in her heart, a desire she had never had before, a strong desire to conquer, and
Surges in her erect body.
"I am Alan the Eagle Shooter! I am the chief 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 herself, the light flashing in her eyes like a dangerous flame. At this moment, she remembered the heroic oath she had made in front of Amosi again!
"I will sit on a four-legged beast, blow a horn, and rule thousands of tribes in the north. I will raise a high tide and rush towards my homeland in the south!..."
"I am the Red Crow Chief. I conquered the northern tribes and came back with a great victory. I 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 tribes one after another...and all this happened in just two years!..."
For the Red Crow Alliance, they have the hunting wilderness tribe as the core of their rule, and the ratio of soldiers to civilians is astonishingly high. At present, with only a population of more than 200,000, the Red Crow Alliance can recruit about 30,000 tribal warriors.
In the north controlled by Alan, there are 3,000 retired elites and 5,000 conscripted tribes. What is even more exaggerated is that the force of these wilderness tribes does not even require much logistical maintenance costs, and they are also 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 your army to the north and drove the Red Crow tribe away from where they had just settled.
Plateau, rushed to the east more than a thousand miles away..."
Having said this, Alan raised her head, looked at the open ceiling of the big tent, and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky. She took a deep breath, with boiling flames burning in her heart, and 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 my hand, hold your chin, and look down at your face! ... I will rub your hair,
Tell you to go south and escape as far away as possible..."
Thinking of this scene, Alan's face turned red, her heart surged, and her whole body became warm. The hot desire to conquer was boiling and burning, like an inexhaustible driving force, driving her forward! At this moment, she finally had a clear understanding
Target, as Chief Red Crow!
"You captured me once and let me go once...I will also capture you and let you go once...Then, I will hunt you again, chasing you for thousands of miles...hunting the most noble condor on the plateau!...Hmph!
…”
Alan, the eagle shooter, pursed her red lips, picked up the cold silver mask, and put it on her face again. She laughed like a girl, and immediately lowered her voice into a deep and majestic female voice.
"Haha! When 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 Highness the Mexica people or the King of the Prepecha people..."
"Xulot...you are all my prey!"
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