The sky in the rainy season is always unpredictable. The sun was shining brightly one moment, but it is clouded in the next moment. The dark clouds cover the sun, making the earth gloomy and leaving a shadow in people's hearts.
Following Ozoma's shout, Bertad instantly raised his bronze sword and stood in front of His Highness. Toltec pulled out his war stick and stood behind His Highness. Coca's hand was pressed on the war stick at his waist.
. He wanted to pull out his weapon and protect the chief. But after looking at the vigilant General Black Wolf, he put down his hand and just stood there, motionless.
Shulot looked puzzled. He turned his head, glanced at the old priest Taia faintly, and then looked at Arnold who was lying on the ground.
"How is this going?"
Faced with the sudden change, the old priest Taiya was at a loss. He knelt down on the ground in fear, kowtowed vigorously, and shouted anxiously.
"Ah! Your Majesty, Arnold, he, he has been diligent in the past few months, working hard in spring plowing, believing in the Lord God... He, he is not an assassin!"
The accident happened suddenly, and Ashulote was in a daze the whole time. He endured the pain of being kicked in the abdomen and said tremblingly.
"Your Majesty, I, I am not..."
"He's the real red-headed hunter!"
Ozoma was determined. He raised his arm lightly and pointed at Ashulote's red hair with his war stick.
"Witness the Lord God! Your Majesty, look at the color of this hair, it is a real wasteland dye! Coca must be able to see it too! ... He is a red-haired hunter who hides his identity, pretending to be stupid and sneaking into you with evil intentions!"
"Hmm? Cocker, tell me."
Koka took a step forward with his hands free. His eyes widened and he took a look at Ashulote's hair. Then he closed his eyes, shook his head, took another step forward, and took a closer look again.
"Uh... Dear Chief, this is indeed the dye of the wasteland."
Then, Koka grabbed Ashulote's right hand, looked at the thick calluses formed on the index finger and middle finger from the opponent's long-term shooting, and replied in the affirmative.
"The great chief, he is an elite red-haired hunter!"
Ashulote suddenly trembled all over and his face turned ashen. He said tremblingly.
"Your Majesty, I am a red-haired hunter, but I am not an assassin..."
Shulot frowned and stared at the gray-faced Guajili-headed man in front of him. He asked in a deep voice.
"Arnold, who are you?"
"I...I was a prisoner of the Eastern Dog-born. I was routed on the night when Skyfire struck, and was captured by His Majesty's legion. Then, I was incorporated into the flag team and went south, crossed the river, and was placed here...
"
Ashulote was telling the truth from beginning to end, his expression was so sincere that tears were about to fall from his eyes.
"I...I ran away from His Majesty's military service because I no longer want to hold a bow and fight. I just want to live a peaceful life farming...I have always done my duty honestly. This time, I did not know anything about the recommendation of Taiya Priest...
Your Majesty, I am really not an assassin! I don’t even have a dagger on me!”
Listening to Ashulote's sincere words, Shulot was a little moved. He glanced at Hei Lang calmly, and the other party stepped forward and carefully groped Ashulote's body. Then, Hei Lang replied respectfully.
"Your Highness, there is indeed no weapon on him."
The king slowly nodded. He looked at Ashulote's expression and saw no trace of lying, only a look of grievance and fear on his face. The king sighed softly.
"Arnold, you were defeated and captured. You were afraid of fighting and escaped from the military service. According to the law, you should be killed!... But seeing that you performed well and believed in the Lord God, the punishment can be appropriately reduced... Someone come and tie him up.
Get up and give him 30 lashes!"
Ashulote lowered his head and breathed a sigh of relief. He did not resist and was tied up obediently by the bodyguards. Then, a weapon took out a long whip and waved it hard with a solemn expression.
"Woooo..."
Accompanied by a crackling sound, severe pain came from behind. Ashulote gritted his teeth hard and did not scream. He just made a painful and low whine, like an injured coyote in the wilderness.
"Well, he is a man."
Seeing Ashulote's tenacious performance, Ashulote nodded secretly and began to love talents again.
By the time the actual 30 lashes were finished, Ashulote was already covered in sweat and blood. He almost collapsed on the ground and couldn't even move his fingers.
Shulot took a step forward, looked into Ashlot's eyes, and said in a deep voice.
"Arnold, these 30 lashes are your punishment for escaping from military service. But the light of the Lord God will illuminate every believer and give them a chance to save themselves! My previous promise is still valid. You will be downgraded, but you will still
You are a servant of the Lord God. From today on, you will serve as the first-level preaching priest of the nearby Guakili village! You must always keep the Lord God’s teachings in your heart, and use your pious heart to guide more Guakili people to devote themselves to the Lord God.
The embrace of!"
"Ah! Your Majesty, thank you for your generosity and kindness! Arnold, you must obey your Majesty's will with a guilty heart and spread the glory of the Lord God!"
Seeing the turning point, the old priest Taia quickly stepped forward to pull Arnold and took him with him to salute His Majesty.
"...Thank you for your generosity and kindness...I will obey your will and spread the glory of the Lord God...Praise the Lord God!"
Ashulote was paralyzed and was pulled by Taiya to salute. He endured the severe pain all over his body and repeated tremblingly. After being tortured like this, half of his life was lost, but fortunately he was finally out of danger. Damn it,
There was no way he could survive this life. When the Death Chief left and he recovered from his injuries, he immediately got a small boat and fled to the other side of the river!
"Well. Praise the Lord God! That's it for today's inspection."
Xiuluo nodded. After encountering this encounter, he had no interest in staying. Before leaving, the king took another look at Arnold, who was covered in wounds. He felt compassion and said to the warrior captain.
"Bertard, wash his wound and apply the royal wound medicine. There should be no herbal medicine in the village. It is the rainy season now. If the wound is not treated well, it will be hopeless once it becomes infected and suppurates."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Your Highness is merciful!"
Bertard bowed deeply from the bottom of his heart. Then, the warrior commander ordered two buckets of well water, and then washed them directly on Ashulot's horrified eyes!
"don't want..."
The turbulent water washed Arnold, who was unable to move, and washed his dusty face clean. Ozoma watched this scene with interest, and then his eyes widened in an instant.
"ah?!"
Ozoma opened his mouth in surprise like a monkey, and his mouth turned into a capital "O" shape. He looked at Arnold's face, shocked, and even stuttered. This, this is something he never thought would happen.
People here!
"...Yes, it's you?!"
In just a moment, Ozoma realized that this was a great achievement! He raised his war stick again, pointed at the pale Arnold, and shouted excitedly.
"Haha! What Arnold, you are Ashulote!! You are the Red Salamander Chief! You are indeed an assassin!!...Tell me! You deliberately approached His Majesty, are you ready to avenge Chichica!"
"No, I am not..."
Ashulote was about to cry but had no tears, so he argued feebly.
"That's you! Even if your face turns to ashes, I can still recognize it!"
Ozoma looked excited. What could be more satisfying than catching his old enemy with his own hands? He immediately knelt down in front of the king and reported back.
"Your Majesty! He is the missing chief of the Red Salamander, the second chief among the eastern canine descendants after Chichika, Ashulote!"
"Ashulote!"
Shulot was shocked. In the Nahua language, "Ashlot" is a salamander that can regenerate limbs, and "Xuelot" means death and rebirth. These two names are closely related, even in religion
The symbols were similar. Therefore, he always remembered the missing Red Salamander chief.
"Coca, is he Chief Red Salamander?"
Chief Red Frog Koka stepped forward again and looked at Ashulote's appearance over and over again. He had not seen Chief Red Frog since the successful southern invasion last year and the separation of the east and west canines. Destiny is always fickle! No.
To think that they met again, more than a year later, in the south thousands of miles away from the wasteland, in this capacity!
Koka stared for a while and sighed in his heart. He took a long breath and lowered his head to report back to the chief.
"The great chief, he is indeed the famous red salamander leader in the wasteland, the immortal and smart Ashulote!"
