Aztec Eternals

"Crack, clap!"

The constant pain on his face awakened the unconscious warrior. Pickham struggled to open his eyes, and a big strange face appeared in his sight. He blinked hard, only to see a strange golden talisman hanging from the neck below the big face, it seems to be the sun and the bird?

"Itako!"

Pickham suddenly realized that this was the southern tribe that invaded the ancestral land! He suddenly let out a roar, and was about to reach out to touch the dagger at his waist. However, his arm could not move at all, and he had been firmly tied to death long ago.

"ah!"

Hearing the angry shout, Huitu Puap was startled and jumped up from the deck. After a few breaths, he came to his senses. The gray-soil warrior became furious, stretched out his arm, and raised his hand to slap seven or eight slaps.

"Damn savage, what are you yelling at? Dare to scare me, see if I can't beat you to death!"

"Crack! Crack!."

The crisp sound of slaps echoed across the deck. Chivaco stared for a moment, squinted his eyes, and said nothing.

"Crack!"

Puapu slapped more than a dozen slaps, until Pickham's eyes were filled with stars, and his head was stunned. Only then did he stop and beckon Yamadori to approach the translator.

"Savage, why are you attacking us?"

".?"

Pickham's eyes froze, and he couldn't react for a moment. After a long while, he glared fiercely at the mountain bird who spoke Sri language, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Bah! You gerbil who betrayed the tribe and lured outsiders to the ancestral land! I will twist your head off and dedicate it to the soul of the ancestors!"

The mountain bird was tongue-tied, blushing. He was stunned for a moment before replying in a low voice.

"I'm not from Sri, I'm from Mayo!"

"Mayo people? Enemies?! Itako! Kill you!"

"Crack!"

Pu'apu yelled angrily, waved his palm again, and slapped a dozen more times. He scolded angrily.

"Ha! You savage captive, how dare you shout and kill? Watch me cut off your tongue!"

Saying that, the gray soil warrior made a "dang", pulled out the obsidian dagger from his waist, and pressed it towards the opponent's mouth.

"ah!"

Pickham was startled, and soon understood Puap's intention. He desperately twisted his tightly bound body, like a sea fish landed on the shore. However, the gray soil warrior's arm was exceptionally strong, pinching his neck directly, forcing him to stick out his tongue. Then, a sharp dagger stuck to the edge of the tongue, and the moment it touched it, it gave a chill to the heart.

"Saate! Saate! No, don't!"

Pickham let out a shrill howl and trembled all over.

He is not afraid of death, but he has an uncontrollable fear of becoming dumb. The Sri people are a nation that advocates singing, and they integrate everything into songs. They use ballads to tell the history and inheritance of the tribe, as well as the divine world and nature. They were proud of their singing, and each could sing hundreds, if not hundreds, of ballads. And once a person becomes dumb, he will no longer be able to communicate with his ancestors and heaven and earth, will be despised by the whole tribe, and even his soul will not be able to return to the ancestral land.

"Old Pu, that's enough! I still have to ask questions, don't really hurt him."

Chivako kept watching with cold eyes until Liwei was almost done, then he took two steps forward and signaled the gray earth warrior to stop.

"Hmph! There are so many Sri people on the island, after killing him, it's a big deal to catch another one!

Pu'apu said "hmph" and put away the dagger. After thinking for a while, he gave Pickham two more palms before he got up and left.

The two had a tacit understanding, one is a villain and the other is a good person, so they should get some information from the leader of Sri Lanka.

The sun is setting, reflecting sparkling waves; the clouds are magnificent, and they are painted with a faint blush. Half a day has passed since the fierce water battle in the afternoon. Ever since Chief Pickham's boat was overturned, the Sri fleet has been in complete chaos. Some small boats rushed forward desperately to rescue the fallen chief, but most of them stagnated slowly, with fear and hesitation. The enemy's small boats are out of joint, and without sufficient numbers, they cannot really pose a threat to the larger ships. The kingdom's fleet collided again for a while, and arrows rained down, finally killing the Sri's fleet completely!

Afterwards, Chihuaco was searched for for a while, and captured the unconscious tattooed warrior, Chief Pikam, from a Sri boat.

After a fight, the expedition fleet lost more than a dozen people, and the Sri people suffered at least a hundred casualties. Seeing this tragic water battle, the soldiers on the shore howled furiously, madly, and even shot arrows far away into the sea, but it was of no avail.

In order to guard against the night attack of the Sri people, Chihuaco did not stay on the shore. He let the fleet row northwest for half a day, temporarily out of the sight of the Sri people, and then freed up his hands to deal with the captured prisoners.

"Warrior, you fought to the last moment, you are very brave!! The heaviest warrior of the tribe in the lake, we admire your bravery and express our kindness to you!"

With an old smile on his face, Chivaco walked to Pickam's side. He knelt down and fed Pickham a sip of honey water first.

"Come, drink some honey water. Very sweet!"

".Well?"

Chief Pickham was a little bewildered. He subconsciously opened his mouth, carefully retracted his tongue, and drank a few mouthfuls of honey water. The tribal warriors set off early in the morning and traveled for half a day before arriving at the ancestral island. He then fought fiercely with the invaders and went without food for a whole day. At this moment, when he regained his senses, he felt hungry and thirsty all over, and he had no strength at all.

"You, the tribe in the lake?"

"Yes. We are warriors from the tribe in the lake in the far south. We came here without any malice towards you Sri tribe. We are not the enemy. You are not the enemy either! There is a misunderstanding between us and you! "

"No! Tach York, Hunter, our ancestral land!"

Hearing Mera's translation, Pickham's eyes widened suddenly. He stared at Chivaco's face, and growled in a low voice.

"You are invaders! Climb to the ancestral land of the tribe and destroy the inheritance of the tribe, and you will be the sworn enemy of all tribes! Entaho! Get out of here, tribe in the lake!"

"."

Chivaco scratched his head, feeling a little tricky. His conjecture was verified. Tiburon Island is indeed the ancestral land of the Sri people, and it is a sacred island that the various tribes of Sri have to fight and protect! After a while, the old militiaman sighed and tried to reply with a smile.

"Calm down, warrior! We are not enemies. We are friends. We will get out of here soon! Soon, get out!"

"Not an enemy, but a friend? You guys, leave soon?"

Pickham looked skeptical. He looked at Chivako's expression and thought about his situation again. The other party seemed to be more friendly, stopped the evil person who cut out his tongue, and fed himself a few sips of honey water, so it shouldn't be deceiving. He worked hard to use his brain and said loudly.

"You swear! Swear by the ancestors!"

"."

Chivaco raised his eyebrows, clenched his fists patiently, and swore loudly.

"Ancestors witness! Our kingdom fleet is not the enemy of the Sri people. Soon, we will leave your ancestral land! We have no malicious intentions!"

Pickham listened intently, but unfortunately there was no translator, so he couldn't understand a single word. And the translation is hard to believe. He gritted his teeth hard and shouted again.

"The leader of the big ship! I don't understand your oath. I will cut my palm and swear on your blood!"

"What?!"

Hearing this request, Chivaco froze. He looked at Yamadori and asked suspiciously.

"What is he going to do?"

"Captain, he wants to swear blood with you. That is to cut the palms together, stick them together, let the blood flow in one place, and repeat the oath again. In this way, through the medium of blood, under the witness of the ancestors, the oath of both parties With mana, you can restrain the opponent."

Shanniao blinked and translated carefully.

"...cut your palm and swear by it?"

Chivako's old face shook. He raised his head and looked at Huitu Puap.

"Old Pu!"

"Old man Qi, what do you think I'm doing? I don't do this kind of thing! Hmph, if I want to torture him directly, he will say everything!"

".Why!"

The old militiaman sighed helplessly. He thought for a while and said seriously.

"Ancestors witness! Swear by blood, both sides must have an oath, to be considered fair! I can swear to leave the island, put you back to the tribe, and not be an enemy of you Sri people! But, you have to swear!"

"What! Are you willing to swear to let me go back to the tribe?!"

Hearing this, Pickham was startled, with a surprised expression on his face. After he was captured, he originally had the idea of ​​mortal death, but he was also ready to return his soul to his ancestral land. But now the sudden appearance of vitality made him unable to prevent mistakes, and his mind became a little looser. After a while, he replied hesitantly.

"Well, it's fair to swear to each other. Then, what do you want me to swear to?"

"I want you to swear that you will no longer be our enemy, and tell me news from the North!"

"No longer be your enemy, tell the news of the North?"

Pickham hesitated and thought about it for a long time.

The opponent killed many Sri warriors, even some warriors of their own tribe. However, they stayed on the big boat, and the tribe's small boat couldn't do anything to them. The tribe needs to hunt and migrate, and there is not much food in reserve. Therefore, such a large-scale mobilization by various ministries is under great pressure and cannot be sustained for too long. And once most of the soldiers left, a small number of guards would not be able to defend the big island at all. Generally speaking, if they were allowed to leave their ancestral land, the sacrifice of some warriors was still acceptable.

What's more, he was captured by the enemy, even if he was released to the tribe, he would still be stained with indelible stains. And if you can make the other party leave, you will become a warrior without fear of life and death, go deep into the big ship alone, persuade the fierce hostile tribes, and finally protect the sacred ancestral land! In this way, this will become a good story that will be sung by everyone and make the tribe famous!

As for the news from the north, he would definitely not say anything about the Sri tribe. As for the other news, there is nothing to say.

Pickham thought for a while and made a decisive decision.

"Okay! The leader of the big ship, I promise you!"

"Good! Warrior, wow!"

Chivako laughed happily, and his old face turned into a flower. He had Pickham untied, and handed him an obsidian dagger. Then, the two raised their daggers at the same time, facing the gorgeous sunset, and slashed at their palms at the same time!