Chapter 1046 Terrible Thunder and Fire Witchcraft, an Unexpected Discovery!

"Boom!!"

The ear-shattering roar suddenly exploded, and the glaring fire was accompanied by black smoke, just like the gods suddenly threw the thunder and flames of death to the world! Under the horrified eyes of thousands of tribes, the golden long tube ejected deadly gravel bullets, which slammed into the group of deer hunters guarding the inner camp. Then, there were screams of horror, panic and sternness!

"Ah! Ahhh!... They have descended! The power of the gods beat the chief to death!..."

"Ancestors! How is it possible! The most skilled warrior, Lutou, stood guard next to the chief, and was also beaten to death!..."

"It's witchcraft! It's the terrible thunder and fire witchcraft! Renlu, the chief was shocked to death by witchcraft!..."

At this moment, on the ancient and desolate snowfield, on the far north coast, the deer and mountain parts of the Kamchatka Peninsula, I saw the roar of artillery for the first time, and saw the power beyond human power!

Facing this terrible thunder and fire witchcraft, their faces were full of puzzlement and fear. Although the gods in their lives do not dominate everything and control life like in the Central American tribes, they can still make them bow their heads deeply to express their awe of the powerful shamans and magic weapons!

"Boom!..."

"Damn it! That dancing shaman is still casting spells! Still releasing thunderfire!"

"Quick, shoot him!"

"He's hiding behind a shield!"

"Boom!"

"Ah! The chief's son was also killed!..."

"I can't be beaten like this again! Go out and fight them!..."

"Ancestors! How could this happen! How could this be happening! Could it be that the ancestors and the gods also abandoned us?..."

"Boom!..."

The kingdom's tiger squatting guns approached the camp and bombarded them four times in a row, killing the chief of the Lutai River and killing seven or eight gathered hunters. As for those wounded by the splashing stone bullets, there were even more people. Under the bombardment of the tiger squatting cannon, the face of the elite deer guards was full of despair, and they couldn't bear it anymore!

A dozen or so elite hunters rushed out of the inner camp like crazy, and rushed towards the magic weapon that sprayed thunder and fire. Then, they were easily knocked to the ground by the heavily armored warrior sailors. Zuvaro stood behind two thick wooden shields with a divine solemnity on his face, and did not forget to shout.

"The Lord God is merciful! Catch the living ones!..."

As for the remaining 30 elite deer tribes, they all put down their bows and spears in despair, and were captured by the kingdom warriors who took the opportunity to rush in. And when the hunting team leader Mu Hound arrived limping and covered in blood, he saw only the breached inner camp, the deer hunters sluggishly surrendering, and the heating copper pipes that were still smoking... and the expression on his face , Shocked to the head of the hunting team, Mulu, Mutu, Muhu and Muying.

"Mulu, what's going on? I heard thunder?!..."

"Boss of the Dog King, it is... the head of the Haibu... using the shaman's spells and magic tools, and summoned a terrible thunder fire!!..."

The hunter Mu Lu trembled, shaking out what he had just seen. The hunting captain, Mugou, was stunned for a while, then looked at Zuvaro with a solemn and divine face, and asked tremblingly.

"Ah! What?! Zu? You can descend a spirit? You are also a shaman from Haibu?!..."

"Ahaha! This is the Lord God's blessing! It is the power of the Lord God!...Mum, believe in the Lord God! As long as you believe in the Lord God, you will have the opportunity to manipulate the Lord God's thunder!..."

The intense and short fight lasted only half a day, before it came to an end before sunset. The most powerful Lutaihe tribe on the peninsula, a large tribe with a total of 900 people, was destroyed in the wind and snow in this sudden attack.

Nearly 200 young men were killed in the battle of Lutaihe, more than 200 soldiers were captured, and 400 women and children were captured. Only dozens of people fled into the snowfields in the north and stepped into the death-filled wind and snow, and it is unknown how many of them survived.

"Mutu, you take four teams of hunters to the north to search for those fleeing fighters, and then guard against the support of the rest of the deer tribe in the north!"

"Yes! Captain Sage!"

"Aww! Aww!..."

The hunting captain, Mugou, immediately arranged a team to chase the prisoners and guard the north. Then, he turned to the experienced hunter Mu Lu, and arranged the most important spoils.

"Mu Lu, you take two teams of experienced old hunters to see the reindeer herd in the south. That is our most important harvest! ... The whirlwind of reindeer madness should have stopped. You should count the number! Next, It is to be distributed according to the contribution of the tribe..."

"Yes! Captain Dog King!"

"Muhu, you are good at healing wounds. Take two teams of our hunters and carefully clean the battlefield. Gather all available arrows, weapons and leather armor. As for the wounded..."

Speaking of this, the hunting captain Mu Dog thought for a while, with a calm expression, deciding the life and death of the captive.

"Blessed by the ancestors! Our people are placed in tents, treated properly, and then fed some life-saving and warm deer! And those from the deer department, who can walk, are also arranged in tents, but let the people from the sea department take care of them... those who walk Those who can't, or those who are seriously injured... let's go to sky burial!..."

"Yes! Leader!..."

"Well...Muying, take two teams of hunters and check the captured men, women and children...Find out and kill the children, brothers, uncles and nephews of the chief of the Lutai River! As for the other men...you don't have to follow the old rules this time Come on, Haibu is willing to use the herd of deer and the captured animals to exchange those Dingkou back...the old grandmother also agreed."

"Oh? Deer herds for Dingkou?...Um...yes!..."

Mu Ying, who was born in a small tribe, raised his brows when he heard his mission. He took a deep look at Zuvaro, and then looked at the fierce armored warrior of Haibu and the mysterious golden magic weapon. Then, with full of thoughts, he indifferently walked towards the crowd of captives...

"Ancestor witness! Ancestor, come, come with me to the camp of the Lu Department!"

After arranging everyone, the hunting captain, Mugou, stared at his son-in-law carefully, as if he was seeing him for the first time. Zuwaro raised his head slightly, with a calm smile on his face, and there was sufficient confidence and confidence in the smile.

"My son-in-law, in this fight, the heavy-armored warriors of the Haibu were outstanding and brave! Your magic weapon is also beyond expectations, very powerful, very powerful!...In this case, let us have a good talk, then Come down, how to distribute the prisoners and spoils..."

A flurry of snowflakes fell from the silent sky, covering up the traces of rushing and fighting. The red clouds hanging over the sea at dusk, and the blood flowers blooming on the snow, reflect the same returning brilliance. The totem of the Deer Moss River was overturned in the thick snow, and the former tent also changed its owner. And a bonfire is lit in the warm tent, the fragrance of roasted venison is flying, and the exciting deer...

"Lord God bless! Then it's settled! 32 teams of captives, 23 teams in our sea!...Among them 15 teams with 300 women and children, 8 teams with 160 warriors, a total of 460 people!..."

"Huh? Zu, my son-in-law, you can count really fast, as fast as the old grandmother! ... But, you only have more than 80 fighters, can you hold down so many prisoners?"

"Haha! Mu, you underestimate us! There are still many people behind us in the Haibu! Besides, as long as they are brought back to the camp, and a blood oath to convert to the Lord God is held... It is not a problem to keep them in the camp! ..."

"Alright then! The ancestors bless you all!...In this case, you can only divide the 8,000 reindeer in the Lumoshui River into 2,000...uh...a few hundred...enough for you to survive the long winter!..."

"Exactly! Praise the Lord God! The harvest of this fight is really hearty! Hahaha!..."

Exploration Captain Zuwaro laughed loudly and drank a bag of fresh blood from the deer, feeling satisfied and feeling extremely happy! In this cold and chilling West Sea, without the care of the knowledgeable Mickey, he is like a wolfhound with his neck leash loosened, and he tasted the thrill and fishiness of fighting for the first time!

"Hahaha! The Supreme Lord God is the bloodthirsty God of War!..."

Thinking back to the risks, fights and gains along the way, he couldn't help but tremble all over, his eyes were slightly red. He stuck out his red tongue, like the wolf-body death in the mural, licking the last deer blood. Afterwards, he threw away the water bag and sighed somewhat dissatisfied.

"It's a pity! It's a pity! There is no wine to drink on such a happy day!"

"Wine? We have deer milk wine brewed in the mountains...there are so many reindeer in the deer department, there should be some too! Zu, just wait, I'll look for it..."

The hunting captain, Mu Hound, blushed and walked out of the tent with a smile. He looked at the bonfire that was also burning outside, and the hunters who were also celebrating, also laughed happily.

"Blessed by the ancestors! Eat well tonight! Drink well! ... and sleep well! ..."

"Haha! Listen to the boss!...Sleep well! Sleep with the women from the Lubu!..."

"Bless our ancestors and the sacred mountain! The pastures and camps in the Lutai River are all ours! Hoho!"

Maybe it was a knee injury, or maybe it was because they couldn't find Lubu's milk wine. After going out for a long time, the Mu dog came back staggeringly, still holding two thick clay pots in his arms. He laughed, shook the drowsy Zuvaro awake, and handed over a heavy clay pot.

"Zu! Son-in-law, drink! It's delicious, wine!..."

"Huh? This scent..."

Exploration Captain Zuvaro rubbed his eyes, watching the Mu dog open the clay pot of wine, holding a "ton ton ton". And the alluring aroma of wine hooked his nose, and made him swallow his saliva.

"Oh...the Lord God!...this wine?...this wine!..."

Zuvaro quickly opened the clay pot, took two gulps, and his eyes suddenly widened! He couldn't tell the taste of this wine, it was completely different from the tequila, honey wine, pineapple wine, fruit wine, and even the deer milk wine he had drunk. And the alcohol content of this kind of wine seems to be higher than that of the kingdom's water wine.

"Mum, where did this wine... come from?..."

"Oh! It's from the chief of the Mossy River. It's in the tent. Hiccup!"

"...I mean, is this brewed by Shikabe? They have such a good winemaker who can brew such clear and fragrant wine?..."

"Hmm...it shouldn't be? The deer department can do it, and we can do it in the mountain department! But I've never drank this wine before! Hiccup!..."

Hearing this question, the hunting captain Mu Dog also scratched his head in doubt. He looked at the translator Wu Hai, and gave some instructions in a deep voice. Wu Hai hurried out of the tent and went to the captives of the Lu Department. Then, both of them didn't take it seriously, and continued to drink freely and eat large pieces of meat boldly!

Until Wu Hai opened the tent door and said something in a deep voice. Zuwaro opened his eyes and shouted in surprise.

"Wu Hai, what are you talking about?... This wine is dedicated to the chief of the Lutai River in the northern part of Lutai... It comes from a boat, a big boat docked by the sea?!..."

"Yes! Yes! The captive said that this is wine from the north, from the Xiaolumoshui River, from the big ship! Very good, warm..."

Wu Hai nodded seriously. Then, he thought of something and asked with blinked eyes.

"Zu, you are the leader of the Haibu, and you also have a big ship... Is the big boat in the north from another Haibu?..."

"The rest of the sea? The big ships to the north?..."

Zuwaro was in a daze for a moment, shaking his head vigorously. Afterwards, he looked carefully at the solid clay pot in his hand, at the never-before-seen paper and mud seal thrown on the ground... After a few breaths, he clenched his lips, stood up abruptly, and held a bag in his hand. The thick straw paper was stretched out, and the brows were deeply wrinkled.

"Lord God! The thing used to seal the wine jars is actually paper!"