The scorching sun cast rays of light, the bonfire ignited green smoke, and the priest blew the bone trumpet. The tribal leaders looked at the two group leaders beside the fire pit with burning eyes, and shouted excitedly.
Giowa and Nerpa stood facing each other with war sticks in their hands. According to tribal tradition, neither of them wore shields, and the victory or defeat was only a matter of moments. Giowa raised his war stick in front of him, with his right arm slightly folded.
Take a defensive stance.
"Come on, Nerpa, attack as much as you like! Just like when you were a child and I trained you in martial arts!" Nelpa's eyes flashed when he heard this. There is an eight-year age difference between the two, and they are both gods in the mountain city.
Although they are of Chinese descent, they have actually known each other since childhood and fought side by side many times... Nerpa shook her head vigorously and said in a deep voice.
"Giowa, thank you for your teaching back then. My martial arts has surpassed yours! You were once my respected brother, but now, you are wrong!"
After saying that, Nelpa's expression became determined. He took small steps, raised his war stick diagonally, slowly approached Giowa, and then suddenly advanced to slash diagonally!
Facing this powerful and heavy blow, Giowa was well prepared. He quickly took a step back, then raised his war stick to block, making a "dong" sound. The weapons of the two were separated as soon as they touched.
Erpa immediately moved his steps to the left, changed his position, swung his war stick fiercely, and struck another swift blow!
Giowa frowned slightly and stepped back to block again. Nelpa was in his early thirties and at the peak of his physical fitness. His movements were extremely fast and powerful, and his combat skills were not bad at all, or even more powerful! He was like a
The dancing butterflies kept flying around Giowa, and every time they approached, it was a blow to the vital point!
The two men's physical strength was consumed rapidly. Giowa's frown became deeper and deeper, and his blocking movements became more and more difficult. He was forced to keep moving back, and soon he came to the flames of the fire pit. There was no way out.
Retreat! Seeing this, Nelpa's eyes lit up, and a victorious smile appeared on her face, which then turned into a touch of sadness.
"Giowa, my brother. You are old and you have made a wrong move. Let me take you on your way! Roar!"
Nelpa let out a dull roar, like a roaring beast. He strode forward, no longer holding back his feet, and rushed within two steps of Giowa. Then, he first made a quick vertical chop, attracting the opponent's
Raise the war stick, then turn the war stick, hold it with both hands, draw a clever arc, and deliver a fatal horizontal slash towards the opponent's exposed waist and abdomen!
"it's over!"
Giowa's frown suddenly opened and turned into an indifferent smile. He whispered, held the stick with both hands, made exactly the same movement, and slashed horizontally towards the opponent's chest and neck with all his strength.
"O Ancestral God!"
The tribal leaders in the venue suddenly exclaimed. The two captains slashed at each other's vital points at the same time. Are they going to die together?
"Bah...dang!"
The swinging war stick successfully cut through the cotton robe and the surface of the cotton armor, and then suddenly stopped, making a sharp metal clash!
"What? This!..."
Nelpa's confident expression froze in an instant. He hit the opponent's vital point first, but it hit the solid metal, unable to break through the opponent's armor and cause real damage!
"Roar!"
Giowa groaned in pain, but his attack movements did not change. He was still calm and powerful, hitting the vital point directly.
The war stick was coming in an instant, and Nelpa's movements were so effective that he had no time to dodge. He tried his best and turned slightly sideways, and then there was a sharp pain in his chest.
"ah!"
Giowa cut through the cotton armor, and with one successful blow, he did not give his opponent any chance to come back. He took a step forward again, pulled out the copper ax from his waist with his left hand, and slashed at Nerpa's neck mercilessly!
"Uh... poof..."
Blood spurted out instantly, splashing all over Giowa's head and face, making his world a bright red. Nelpa only let out half a scream before suddenly losing strength. He seemed to have a fish bladder that was instantly punctured, and he was spraying like this.
Blood, fell softly to the ground.
Giowa quickly took two steps back and quickly wiped the warmth that splashed into his eyes with his sleeves. Then, he stared at the motionless Nerpa, held the weapon again, and slowly walked forward.
Nelpa opened his eyes wide and lay quietly on the ground, looking at the deep sky. His mouth opened and closed in a murmur, but no sound came out, only the soft sound of blood flowing. Giowa glanced twice, and then
Carefully, he knelt down and put his ear to Nelpa's mouth.
"...Wah...you...wrong..."
The last brightness burst out from Nelpa's eyes. He tried his best to open his mouth, but could only let out a faint sob. As soon as Giowa tried hard to distinguish three words, the sob completely disappeared in the wind.
Giowa lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand, and closed Nelpa's wide eyes. Some past events came to his mind, and he pressed them down hard. After a while, he spoke to the voice that he could no longer hear.
Old friend, spoke in a low voice.
"The ups and downs of these troubled times are like turbid fruit wine. This mountain city is indistinct, but it is just the residue of wine... Nerpa, if you and I raise our glasses together, what's the right or wrong? It's just until death..."
After Giowa finished speaking in a low voice, he closed his eyes and stayed quiet for a few breaths, as if he was praying silently. Soon, the shouts of the tribal leaders sounded violently, and the boiling sounds were like waves, lifting him to the height of his desire layer by layer.
!
"The leader of the mountain city!"
"Chief of the Otomi!"
"Bird Shooter, King of Bird Shooters!..."
Listening to the cheers of the crowd, Giowa stood up slowly, with a cheerful smile on his face. In the myth passed down, the ancestors of the Otomi people were hunters in the north of the plateau, and Otomi means "shooting birds."
"People". They settled in towering mountain cities and gained some divinity from the divine birds in the sky.
"Ancestral Witness! The leader of the ancestral land of the mountain city and the heir to the ancestral scepter is the divine nobleman of the mountain city, Giowa!"
An old female voice sounded loudly, announcing the end of the election. Everyone's eyes were focused on the standing news speaker, and no one paid attention to the blood-stained corpse lying down. Giowa strode forward, starting from the former leader's wife
Taking the scepter inherited from the ancestors in his hand, cheers broke out again.
Giowa looked around and walked toward the east of the venue. He came to Xiulote, slowly knelt down on one knee, raised the scepter with both hands, and bowed his head respectfully.
"Your Highness, I dedicate the glory of the Otomi people to you, to the supreme king, and to the sun of the Otomi people!"
There was a sudden silence in the venue, and the leaders looked at each other. This was a sacred ceremony of allegiance.
Under the flag of the wolf, Hulot smiled with satisfaction. He took Giowa's scepter, shook the opponent's hair firmly, and returned the scepter to Giowa's hand again. Then, he took off the sun amulet from his neck,
In front of everyone, he put it on Giowa's neck.
"The supreme god protects you! Giowa, the great alliance witnesses everything. From today on, you are the city lord of Otopan and the leader of the Otomi people!"
Giowa stood up and turned to everyone in the venue. He stood next to the king, holding up the ancestral scepter with one hand and holding the sun amulet around his neck with the other. Seeing this historic scene, the tribal leaders lost their voices for a moment.
Suddenly a burst of enthusiastic cheers broke out.
"The city lord of the Mexica Alliance, the leader of the Otomi people!..."
Priest Saka's eyes were burning with fire. He looked past Nerpa's cold body without even glancing at it. Under everyone's gaze, the Priest of Chaos walked up to Giowa and shouted angrily.
"Giowa, as the military leader of the tribe, you actually converted to the Mexica god of war!"
"Priest Saka, the God of War is also our god and protects the Otomi people."
Giowa narrowed his eyes and answered calmly.
"This is a naked betrayal! Under the leadership of you and Ort, the Otomi people are about to go astray and be abandoned by their ancestors!"
Saka roared, looked at the tribal leaders present, and cursed loudly.
"How can you not pay the price for taking refuge in the greedy Mexica people? Aren't you ashamed of abandoning the faith of the ancestors in front of the graves of your ancestors?!"
Hearing this, many tribal leaders turned their heads, unwilling to look into Saka's eyes, obviously feeling guilty. Seeing this, Shulot frowned slightly and quietly patted Giowa's shoulder.
"Saka, get out of the mountain city, you are the one who betrayed the tribe!"
Giowa raised his staff high and scolded fiercely.
"Nelpa just left her last words before she died, confessing to me!"
"He said that the reason why you are enemies of the Mexicans and refuse military assistance from the alliance is because you have already colluded with the canine people in the north, made a kneeling contract, and abandoned the land of the Palm State! Everything you are doing now
, all for the sake of seeking power, without caring about the future of the Otomi people at all!"
Upon hearing this, the tribal leaders all changed their expressions. Some of them remained silent, while others showed doubts on their faces, and they all looked at the respected priest Saka.
"What? What did you say?!"
Upon hearing this accusation, Saka looked shocked and his eyes turned red.
"This is complete slander!"
"Saka, the new leader of the mountain city has been elected! Although you are a distinguished priest of chaos, the priest group of the mountain city does not welcome you. Please leave immediately and return to your family's fiefdom! A truly noble priest should lead the warriors to
Go to the front line in the north and fight against the ferocious dog descendants instead of causing civil strife in the ancestral land!"
Ault raised his scepter and stepped forward. He quietly stared at Saka's red eyes, and Saka also stared at him closely. After a while, Saka looked at the expressions of the surrounding tribal leaders.
He gritted his teeth.
"Alt, you are wrong! The time controlled by the Ancestral God will prove everything, and we will definitely meet again!"
After saying that, Saka led dozens of direct lineage temple priests and hundreds of loyal family warriors, and headed out of the city in dejection.
Alter looked at Xilot, and the king nodded affirmatively. Five hundred barbarian mercenaries had already been ambushing in the mountains and forests outside the city, and three hundred jaguar warriors were responsible for the finishing touches.
The old priest looked at Giowa again, and the other party smiled knowingly.
"Recall the scout team outside the city. Warriors, the whole city is celebrating tonight!"
Ort finally looked at the backs of Saka and the priests, and sighed heavily.
"Saka, we will meet again... Goodbye in the Kingdom of God!"
