The Sierra Madre Occidental Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, extending from northwest to southeast, dividing the endless eastern wilderness and the extremely narrow western coast. Rivers flow from the mountains and merge into the sea to the west, bringing the greenness and vitality of the coast.
The further north you go, the greener vitality of the mountains and fields becomes more outlined with touches of gray and yellow. That is the exposed loess, the earth that is no longer covered by plants.
Looking around, the northern continent is a different kind of vast. The undulating barren hills are silent for thousands of miles, there are more and more sparse shrubs, and the precipitation is obviously decreasing. And at the end of the sight, a wide and turbulent river rushes westward, making a
A ninety-degree bend, then rushes towards the sea on the west side. Vaguely, there is another flood plain at the mouth of the sea, an uncultivated tribal hunting ground with lush water and grass...
"Witness the three gods! I am the last descendant of Tarasco and the last bloodline of the Condor! If you follow my feathers, you will definitely survive! ... Don't worry, we are tracing the path of our ancestors southward and returning to the beginning of Yutori.
Fly's nest, return to the river in the legendary golden mountain pass! ...Don't be afraid! Even if the Mexica people have the blessing of the evil god, they can't cover the original land of their ancestors... The blessing of their ancestors! Follow me and continue to the northwest! The northwest meeting
There’s something to eat!…”
"Ah! Witness the ancient god of craftsmen! My mother is a descendant of Tekos, and I am naturally a descendant of Tekos! Your Tekos tribe is from the same family as me! ...What, you are almost out of food, what do you want?
Leave? The surroundings are so vast, where are you going? Go back and find your city-state god descendants? Are you crazy? The city of Shamu must have been captured by the Mexica, and your god descendants must have died long ago.
Damn it! I am also a Terkos descendant. If you dare to yell again, I will chop you up and make you into dried meat! Keep going!..."
"Damn it! You bastards of Tekos and the Wasteland tribe, you've been leading us away for ten days! Do you know how far away the village is? What, what are you asking about?"
Count'? I'll kick you into the river!... Take a closer look at that, that particularly wealthy village by the river that you are talking about, where the hell is it?... I have so many mouths, I can't find it anymore.
Go to the tribal villages and camps that can be robbed...I will eat you!..."
The moist sea breeze blew by, and the vast mountains were towering. A migratory tribe of thousands of people gradually appeared from the southern coast. They were dusty and ragged, and trudged along the tidal flats of the seashore to the river in the north.
, like a group of geese trekking hard.
This tribe is clearly divided into three parts. On the periphery are a large number of scouts running around, like countless long legs of spiders. The number of scouts is so large that there are probably hundreds of people, which is obviously far beyond the normal proportion. They seem to be on guard against something at all times.
Beyond the cordon of the scouts, there were two teams, one in front and one behind, both with a size of two to three thousand people.
If you look carefully, you can see that the front army of the tribe is divided into camps and marches in an orderly manner. They are all warriors of this tribe and can fight. The rear army is in a mess, with many unkempt female relatives, many of whom have no clothes.
The children in the clothes, as well as some young men who maintain order, are all family members of the tribe. However, there are obviously too many warriors in this tribe, far exceeding the proportion of normal hunting tribes...
The sea breeze roared, a truncated and tattered feather flag, and the flight feathers of a condor showed their clan identity. Although they resembled the canine descendants of the wasteland and were on the edge of the wasteland, they did not come from the wasteland... They
Coming from the tribes of the plateau that are constantly fighting each other, they are the last "great" clan that has resisted the Mexica for ten years under the flag of the Kingdom of Tarasco, the Feather Clan!
"Blessed by the three gods! Blessed by the ancestors! I finally saw the big river! Keep walking, my warriors, my brothers! When we get to the river, we will drink water again and find the rich village to grab some!..."
Feather Prince Peng Guali was wearing old leather armor and holding a strong spear. His face was half covered with sweat mud and half covered with sweat ash, as if he had just dug coal. The noble feather crown on his head disappeared and became
It has become a messy bird's nest, and the obsidian necklace around the neck has disappeared. Instead, there is a pair of broken straw sandals hanging on it. And now, all the feathers are covered with only a leather armor, a short jacket, a pair of straw sandals, and a water bag.
, and a dagger and spear.
If Orta, the head of the Sky Family, appeared here and saw this sworn feather enemy again, he would definitely be confused: Is this really the feather of a glorious noble, a self-proclaimed prince? Shouldn't this be a feather that just came from the mining area of Black Rock City?
An escaped mining slave?…
However, flags can't lie, and spears can't deceive. Even though he was transformed from a feathered noble prince into a beggar commander, Feather Pengguari still held on to his "begging army". More than two thousand people came from
The kin warriors of the Feather clan are his biggest support when he "travels" all over the world and escapes to all directions!
Thinking of this, Feather Pengguari looked around, looking at his warriors and brothers, feeling a sense of pride and strength in his heart. Around him, there were more than two thousand warriors of the Feather clan in the front army, and everyone had leather armor!
These feathered warriors hold bronze-tipped spears, and some carry obviously powerful large bows. It is not known whether they made it themselves or got it from the ten years of war with the Mexica people. At the moment, these
Although the feathered warriors were dressed in tatters, their faces were dusty, and their leather armor was covered in mud, their expressions were quite calm and their movements were experienced. It was obvious that they were all elite warriors who had been on the run for ten years, immortal veterans who had been on the run for ten years.
.
"My feathered kin! My bravest warriors and brothers! Brave, brave!... You follow me and endure the bronze arrows and spears of Mexica, the cannons of the thundering copper beasts, and the exploding caltrops.
, withstood the charging gun formations and battle axes... We ran together again, running through the mountains and forests, across the plains and swamps, until we reached this vast seashore in the northwest, a good place where not even a tribe could be seen... His mother's,
Stop talking! I can’t explain clearly, anyway, that’s all I mean...just keep following me!”
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The response of the former warriors was a little feeble, but it was considered normal. After all, they had just walked through a swamp and lost the lives of a few bastards who were exploring the way. The morale was about this. Anyway, they were just dragging their families with them.
The members of the clan have been running away for so many years, and they can't break up, let alone have nowhere else to go.
Under the supervision of these feathered warriors, about a thousand tribesmen led the way. These tribesmen were dressed in a mess, with fur, grass and crotches. The differences were very big, and it was unknown which tribe they came from. But
Among these people, there are obviously Huilqiao people who are familiar with the local situation. Whether they are active or passive, they are taking this tribe to find "a riverside village that is said to be particularly rich." And this is also a feather that is short of food.
The clan, without cannibalism, is the only source of life...
"Hoo! Hoo! We're at the river!... Gudu! We're all full, fill up the water bag and then hit the road!"
Feather Peng Guali squatted by the Taotao Xi River, scrubbing his old tanned face vigorously, and washed out a pile of black mud. The sun was very strong, and he was covered in sweat from the sun. He obviously felt a little salty, but the clan
There is not much salt left in it. This escape was too dangerous and too urgent, and the northwest coast to which they fled was too poor and desolate...
"Three Gods! That damn vicious monkey! He secretly mobilized the Golden Gun Warriors to attack my camp outside the valley of Shamu City! Fortunately, I wasn't careless. I sent scouts early to keep an eye on the movements to the south.
…As soon as I saw a gathering of Mexica warriors, I immediately evacuated!…”
"Gudu! Huh! Ancestor! I took my clan and escaped for half a month in one breath, and even walked through two river swamps where it was difficult for an army to move! We are now at least five hundred miles away from the valley of Shamu City, right?
Even if the monkey can fly, he can’t catch me!…”
"Haha! I'm not afraid of him, I just don't want to play with him anymore! He is always pestering me and won't let me stay peacefully. He wants to kill me every day and sacrifice me... Oops! I will go back to the origin group in the northwest.
Mountain, return to the ancestral land where our ancestors first went south, and have a good rest!... This time, I have the blessing of my ancestors! If the monkey dares to chase him, I will not chop him to death!..."
By the Xi River, the Huierqiao leader shouted in surprise, and stretched out his hand to pull Feather Pengguari's arm, pointing to the northwest entrance to the sea.
"What? It's finally here?! Okay! Blessed by our ancestors! See if I don't steal it..."
Feather Pengguali's eyes suddenly widened and he looked greedily towards the seaside. Sure enough, he vaguely saw a wooden village by the river. It looked really big. However, when he saw the flag on the wooden village clearly, he suddenly held a hand in his hand.
Shaking, even the kettle in his hand dropped in fear, and he was so panicked that he had to lead the team to escape!
"Damn it! I was still careless! It was a damn monkey, he attacked me again! He caught up with me in a boat and chopped me down!..."
"Three Gods! Quick, leave quickly! Throw away all the debris and throw these damn bastards out of the way!..."
"Let's go! What else are you looking at?... That's the flag of the Mexica's main god, the village of the kingdom in the lake! The ancestor of the feathers!... The merciful main god! I surrender, isn't it enough to convert?... Don't do it anymore
