Chapter 1330 Don’t Go South! Don’t Go South!

"Whoosh..."

The heavy stone hammer came with a shocking sound of breaking through the air, and it whistled heavily! Death suddenly struck, and Zuwaro was so scared that he trembled all over. He shrank his body quickly and stepped back quickly. If this hammer hits hard, not to mention human bones, even the collapsed earth house next to it can be smashed into a hole!

"Whoosh!..."

Mahaaguda swung the hammer like a bear, and his thick arms were full of vigor. And Zuwaro dodged repeatedly, as swift as a monkey. The warriors of both sides in the camp also reacted. Five warriors of the kingdom who entered the camp pulled out copper axes, and more than a dozen warriors of the fish skin tribe raised stone hammers and bone sticks. Seeing that a fight was about to begin, the two leaders had already decided the winner!

"Whoosh!..."

"No!..."

Zuwaro fell to the ground, his eyes full of panic and anger, and fear of death. Amid shouts of shock and anger, the heavy hammer roared down, sweeping away the priest's feather crown, and suddenly stopped a few inches above his head. The great chieftain of the fish skin, Maha Aguda, stopped the stone hammer with one hand as if it were nothing, and gestured with the other hand, shouting loudly.

"Speak! The captain who can't fight! You appear here, are you coveting our camp!..."

"Damn it! Damn it!! You stupid Chichimek, you crazy fish skin barbarian!... We have rich and vast territories! We have no interest in your barren and cold swamp forests!!"

"You lie! You are plotting our camp!..."

"I didn't! I swear I didn't!..."

"Then why do you want to go south? You have to contact the big tribes in the south!..."

"That is the prophecy of your majesty, the enlightenment of the Lord God! We want to trade with the big tribes in the south, and use their obsessed gold to trade their craftsmen and technology!..."

"What? The prophecy of your tribal chief shaman? To get craftsmen from the south to make things? What's the use of craftsmen? Can they make food?..."

Maha Aguda blinked in confusion, not understanding the other party's purpose. After all, the fish skin tribes have been fighting cruelly for survival, and they are almost indifferent to the skills of craftsmen.

But he looked at him for a moment, and from the other party's angry and even aggrieved expression, he used his keen beast intuition to judge the truth of these words. Almost in an instant, the fierce murderous intent disappeared from his ferocious face, and he once again turned into the simplicity of a barbarian, which made Zuwaro's heart tremble.

"Ship! I misunderstood you! So you really have no plans for our good territory? It's really strange, I thought you were lying to me... Then where is your territory? Can it be better than ours?..."

Maha Aguda muttered, threw the stone hammer aside, and smashed a mud pit with a "bang". Then, he lowered his head, picked up the fallen feather crown for Zuwaro, and pressed it on his head. Finally, he stretched out his big hand and pulled Zuwaro up with force, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Boatman! I believe you! You give us food, don't plot against our territory, and you want to go to the south to die... You are not a wolf in deer skin, but a deer giving meat!... Haha! Tigers can't be friends, but you and I can!..."

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"Come, I have something good for you, as a thank you for the porridge you gave me!..."

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Zuwaro had a gloomy face and waved to the five kingdom warriors who followed him. The fish skin barbarians in the camp were generally tall and fierce. These five loyal warriors were just surrounded by a dozen warriors holding thick and long blunt weapons, and they really couldn't win with fewer people. And the tempers of these fish skin barbarians are as sensitive and suspicious as wild beasts, even more arrogant and weird than the mountain tribe and the deer tribe, which is really unpredictable...

"Come on! Boatman, my friend! Come here!..."

Zuwaro pursed his lips and walked towards Maha Aguda who stopped in front of the campfire. Maha Aguda was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a slow stone knife in his hand, and was working hard to deal with a particularly large prey, with bones clacking.

"Lord God! What is this? Could it be?... But why is it so big?! Could it be the jaguar of the rain god?"

Zuwaro took a look and was stunned. It turned out to be a dead "jaguar"! But that huge size was two times larger than the "jaguar" in the jungle, and much larger than a human. It was just like the giant beast that the rain god rode under his crotch in the myth!

However, at this moment, this strong beast was lying quietly beside the fire, being skillfully skinned and boned by Maha Aguda. Its fatal wound was on its head, with a half-inserted "spear heavy arrow" inserted. The white striped tiger skin, with an indescribable sacredness and strangeness, was cut open by Maha Aguda from the abdomen, and was stained with the dark red of tiger blood...

"Ah! Ah!..."

Smelling the pungent blood, several of the strongest Khitan hounds howled wildly and swarmed around Maha Aguda. They drooled, opened their mouths wide and waited anxiously, but none of them dared to take a bite. One of the hounds came a little closer, causing Maha Aguda to raise his hand and slap it. As a result, this strong dog, like a big wolf, was slapped half a meter away, whimpered and clamped its tail.

"Haha! My friend who drives the boat, take it! This is a good and powerful thing! I'll give it to you with the kidneys, as an apology to you!..."

After a few breaths, Maha Aguda laughed and threw a bloody thing. Zuwaro subconsciously caught it, and first looked at the other party's rough bloodletting method with the professional eyes of a priest. Then, he saw what it was, his face instantly brightened, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Maha Aguda! What do you mean by giving me the tiger whip and tiger waist of this giant tiger?!..."

"Haha! Chieftain of the emissary ship who can't beat me, you treat me to spicy fish porridge, and I treat you to the most powerful tiger meat!... I think you can use these two things!..."

"No! The Lord God is a witness! I don't need it!..."

"Haha! You definitely need it!..."

Maha Aguda stretched out his hand and wiped the blood on the hunting dog's fur. The hunting dog was obedient and motionless, and it was really obedient. Then, Maha Aguda patted the dog's head heavily and pointed at the dead tiger.

"Go and eat! It seems that no one will die today, and there will be no corpses to feed you!... Bite gently, if anyone bites my tiger skin, I will peel your skin!..."

"Aoao! Aoao!"

The hunting dogs shouted excitedly, pounced on the tiger's body, and ate until blood flew everywhere. But what was surprising was that no hunting dog dared to bite and peel off most of the tiger skin. In the mountains with such low productivity, it is normal to feed dogs with dead bodies. But these strong and fierce dogs that have eaten people are so obedient to their two-legged masters of the fish skin tribe, which is enough to prove that the ferocity and barbarity of the fish skin tribe are far superior to them...

"Boatman! If you insist on going south to die, I won't stop you!..."

Maha Aguda smiled, and his fish skin was stained with tiger blood, and he came to Zuwaro again. Zuwaro took a step back vigilantly, but the other party smiled unchanged and pointed to the "gift" on the ground.

"Send the captain! We can be friends. I can also give you a local slave to be your guide to the south!"

"But the premise is that you eat the gift I give you, sleep with the women of the tribe for one night, and leave the next day!"

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Hearing such a familiar request, Zuwaro's mouth twitched again. He looked at the strong women in the camp who ate raw meat and drank blood, whose arms were thicker than their legs and whose bodies were stronger than his own. He lost the courage to sacrifice himself for the Lord God. He was silent for a moment, looking at the "silly smile" Maha Aguda, frowned and asked.

"Why do you have to let me keep my seed?..."

"Because in this way, when you die in the south...I can take your children to your tribe and inherit your legacy! Haha!..."

Maha Aguda laughed and laughed, and his expression gradually became serious. He stared at Zuwaro's eyes, and after a long time, he finally repeated it.

"Captain of the ship! Don't go south! Don't go south!... Don't go south and die in vain!..."

"Go south... Even if you can cross the long and dangerous river, through countless dangerous battles, and find the legendary southern tribe..."

"They are definitely not good people! There is no kind tribe in this chaotic land of fighting!... If you are not strong enough, they will eat you and your property in one bite, leaving nothing behind!..."

"And even if you can get something valuable from the southern tribe by chance... You can't bring these things back and cross the long and dangerous sea again, through countless tribal battles!..."

"That's all I have to say! If you insist on going south, leave a seed first, and leave your good things to me!..."