Chapter 1233 Ah, I Was Still Careless!

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. The river flows from the mountains and flows westward into the sea, 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 grayish yellow. It was bare loess, the earth 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 line of sight, a wide and turbulent river rushed west, made a ninety-degree bend, and then rushed 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 be anxious, we are tracing the path of our ancestors southward and returning to the beginning of Yutori. Fly's lair, return to the river at 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 ancestral land... Follow me and continue to the northwest! 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? It's a mess all around. Where are you going? Go back and find your descendants of the city. Are you crazy? The city of Shamu must have been captured by the Mexica. Your descendants must have died long ago. Damn it! I’m also a descendant of Tekos. If you dare to yell, I’ll chop you up and make them into dried meat! …”

"Damn it! You descendants of Tekos and the Wasteland tribe, you have been carrying 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! ...Look carefully, where is that particularly wealthy village by the river? ...I have so many mouths, can't you find it? Go to the tribal villages and camps that can be robbed...I will eat you!..."

The moist sea breeze blows through, and the vast mountains are towering. A migratory tribe of thousands of people gradually appeared from the southern coast. They were dusty and in rags, trudging along the beach to the river in the north, like a group of geese struggling.

This tribe is clearly divided into three parts. On the outside are a large number of running scouts, like countless long legs of spiders. The number of scouts was so large that there were probably hundreds of them, which was obviously far more than the normal ratio. They seemed 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 tribe's front army is divided into camps and teams, and their march is very orderly. They are all warriors of this tribe, capable of fighting. The rear army was in a mess, with many unkempt female relatives, many children without clothes, and some young men who maintained order, all members of the tribe's family members. It's just that there are obviously too many warriors in this tribe, far exceeding the proportion of normal hunting tribes...

The sea breeze howled, a truncated and tattered feather flag, and the flight feathers of a condor, indicating their clan identity. Although they are very similar to the canine descendants of the wasteland and are also on the edge of the wasteland, they are not from the wasteland... They come from the tribes of the plateau that are constantly fighting. They are the last group to fight under the flag of the Kingdom of Tarasco and the only one to resist. The "great" clan that has dominated the Mexicans for ten years, the Feather clan!

"Blessed by the three gods! Blessed by the ancestors! I finally saw the 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 wore old leather armor and carried 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 turned into a messy bird's nest. The obsidian necklace around his neck also disappeared. Instead, there was a pair of ripped straw sandals hanging on it. Now, all that was left of Feather's body was a leather armor, a short sword, a pair of straw sandals, a water bag, a dagger and a 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 nobleman and a self-proclaimed prince? Shouldn't this be a mining slave who just escaped from the Black Rock City mining area? …

However, flags don’t lie, and neither do spears. Even though he was transformed from a feathered noble prince into a beggar commander, Feather Peng Guali still had a tight grip on his "begging army". More than two thousand kin warriors from 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. Surrounding him were more than two thousand warriors of the Feather Clan from the former army, all of whom had leather armor!

These feathered warriors held bronze-tipped spears, and some carried obviously powerful large bows. It was not known whether they made them themselves or got them from the ten years of war with the Mexica people. At the moment, although these feathered warriors are in tattered clothes, gray faces, and their leather armor is covered in plaster, their expressions are quite calm and their movements are very experienced. Obviously, they are all elite warriors who have been fighting for a long time, immortal veterans who have 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 bronze 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, that’s all I want to say…just keep following me!”

"Yes! Follow the clan leader!..."

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 of the bastards who were exploring the path, so their morale was just like this. Anyway, they are all from the same clan, and they have been running away for so many years. 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 skins, grass, and crotches. They were very different, and it was unclear 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 village by the river that is said to be particularly rich." And this is also the only source of life for the Feather clan, which is short of food, without cannibalism...

"Hoo! Hoo! We're at the river!... Gudu! We're all full, fill up the water bag and hit the road!"

Feather Peng Guali squatted by the turbulent Xi River, scrubbing his tanned old face vigorously, and washed out a pile of black mud. The sun was very strong, and he was covered in sweat. He obviously felt a little salt-deficient, but there was not much salt in the clan. 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! Hoo! 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. Shan, go back 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 me, I won’t kill him..."

"Ah! Stockade! Stockade!... Chief, look! It's that, that particularly wealthy stockade!..."

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 the ancestors! See if I don't steal it..."

Feather Pengguali's eyes widened immediately and he looked greedily toward the seaside. Sure enough, he faintly saw a wooden village by the river. It looked really big. However, when he saw the flag on the wooden village clearly, his hand suddenly shook, and even the kettle in his hand dropped in fear, and he was about to lead his team to escape in a panic!

"Damn it! I was still careless!... It's a damn monkey, he attacked me again! He caught up with me in a boat and chopped me down!..."

"Three Gods! Quick, leave quickly! Leave all the debris behind, 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 people'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 I’m chasing you, please let me go!…”