Chapter 285 The Eight Dog Tribes, Planning the Mountain City

"A hundred thousand canine descendants went south?!"

Shulot was a little surprised. The Kingdom of Tarasco has well-established canine mercenaries, and these brave warriors who are not afraid of death have left a deep impression on him. Then, the king had some doubts.

"Guachichiles? Guachichiles, kua-itl means head, chichil-tic is red, barbarians with their heads painted red?"

"Yes, Your Highness. Almost all the Guakili canine descendants went south, and their number is indeed more than one hundred thousand. They are a barbarian tribe further north on the plateau, entrenched in the depths of the most difficult desert. They are warlike and angry, agile in action, and possess Excellent archery skills, able to shoot flying jays! They worship red very much, regard blood as sacred, and will use any dye they can find to dye their hair red. s hair!"

"Your Highness, the situation of the Chichimec descendants in the north is complicated and can be divided into seven tribes. In addition to the Guakili people, there are also the Pamus people who have merged with our tribe, the Guamar people who are close to the west, and the west The Tecué people who are a little further away, the Cacos people who are married to the Tekos people, and the Tepeca people and the Zacate people in the far northwest have communication with each other but have different customs, marry each other and are hostile to each other. If there is an opportunity in the future, I can tell you slowly."

"Oh? I heard that there are eight tribes of Chichimec descendants. The Guakili, the Guamar, and the Otomi."

Shulot paused and looked at the old priest opposite with deep meaning.

"Alt, please continue with the topic."

"Your Highness, we Otomi people have a long heritage and are different from them."

Alter smiled bitterly, knowing that His Highness had unfulfilled intentions. He shook his head and continued without making any excuses.

"Facing the invasion of the Guakili canine descendants, Parmus State could not hold out for long. By March, except for a few closed and defensive city-states, most of the towns and villages had fallen. Fortunately, the canine descendants did not They can only attack the city and plunder the countryside. In the past half month, scattered tribes have begun to harass the north of Otopan State. What's worse is that several large Guakili tribes have occupied Pamus. The fertile land with abundant water and grass in the country is ready to be settled here!”

"The half-hunting, half-farming tribe invaded south and began to settle."

Shulot was lost in thought. According to the description of the old priest, these Guakili dog descendants who admire red and are good at archery should be the most adept at fighting among the Chichimecs. They are a natural-born nomadic people who are proficient in guerrilla tactics and are entrenched in the northernmost part of the Mexican plateau.

In later generations, the Guakili people, as the main force of resistance among the Chichimec people, fought with the Spanish for nearly half a century, and finally forced the colonists to bow their heads and sue for peace. Fortunately, these difficult hunting tribes do not yet have the most important horses and livestock.

"Ort, the Otomi are a large tribe in the north. There are more than 20,000 warriors in each state, and the militia that can be mobilized is several times that. Didn't you send troops to expel the Guakili people?"

"Your Highness, there are indeed more than 20,000 warriors in the three states. But the dog descendants are ferocious going south, everywhere, and there is an endless stream. The state of Parmus is under siege, and there are naturally tribes in the north of the state of Guamare going south. Only the ancestral land of Otopan can Send troops. A month ago, Oquili, the military leader of the mountain city, personally led 10,000 troops to the north and started a fierce battle with several large Guaquili tribes going south. He took the lead and charged forward, once destroying the Guaquili people. The army was routed, only to be shot in the eye by an ambushed marksman during the pursuit."

"After this battle, although the Guakili people were scattered and fled, they suffered little loss. They were still firmly stationed in the state of Parmesan. The Oquili leader died of his wounds and died a few days later. The Otopan Army Without a commander, they retreated directly to the mountain city. At this moment, the leaders of the various ministries are gathering together to elect the new military leader, the supreme leader of Otopan Mountain City. Your Highness, you came at the right time, Giowa! Need your support!"

Hearing this, Shulot's eyes lit up. There are dogs descending from the outside and heading south, and there are disputes among the leaders inside. The Otomi people are suffering from external and internal troubles, so it is indeed the best time to conquer them. The king looked at the worried old priest and asked with a smile.

"Alt, as the highest-ranking Chaos Priest, you have presided over the Otomi Alliance's external peace talks several times. Can't you decide who will be the leader of the mountain city?"

The old priest smiled wryly and shook his head, speaking frankly.

"Your Highness, it is precisely because of presiding over peace talks several times that my reputation has been greatly reduced! I am from Guamare State, and there is another senior Chaos Priest, Saka, in the mountain city of Otopan. In fact, , the ownership of the mountain city of Otopan ultimately depends on the hearts of the warriors, and the competition is the military strength of the tribal leaders. There are currently two candidates for the leader, Giowa, whom I support, and Nerpa, whom Saka supports. "

"Your Highness, I have been paying attention to the changes in the alliance, and Giowa also knows the power of the alliance. No matter what the reason is, we are willing to seek changes, surrender to you, and seek a way out for the Otomi people. And Saka is a very traditional Otomi people. Priest Tomi, Nelpa has never fought against the Alliance. We regard the Alliance as our friends, and they regard the Alliance as our enemy! The Wolf King will decide the direction of the wolf pack, once Nerpa becomes the leader."

Shulot showed a clear look on his face and affirmed without hesitation.

"Oort, we can trust each other. I am full of goodwill towards the Otomi people and will support my subjects and destroy my enemies! What is your plan?"

"Your Highness, you are the eagle of Mexica and the king of the Lake Kingdom! Your reputation is known all over the world, and the Otomis also believe in your divinity. So, please enter the mountain city in person and participate in the tribal meeting. In front of the Otomis tribes, express your support for Giova!"

"What!"

Bertard had been listening quietly. Hearing this, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward, and made an urgent suggestion.

"Your Highness, you are the supreme sun, and you must not take risks alone!"

Ort also stepped forward and grabbed the corner of Xiuluot's clothes. He raised his left hand and swore sincerely.

"Your Highness, I swear to the gods with my life! The Otomis are in danger. We are eager for a new sun and the guidance of the strong. We will never, and dare not, take action against you and anger the powerful alliance!"

"Oh!"

Xiuluot raised his eyebrows. He waved to the chief warrior. The old priest also let go of his hand and bowed to apologize. The king looked calm and looked into the old priest's eyes.

"Eagles need wings, and kings need dignity. Ort, how many guards can I bring into the city?"

"Five hundred. Your Highness, five hundred. The most powerful Otomi leader in the legend has a guard of five hundred. This number is in line with tradition and acceptable to the Otomi people!"

"Well. Five hundred elite soldiers enter the mountain city, and six thousand troops are stationed outside. In the current situation of the Otomi people, the risk of entering the city is not great, and it is worth a try!"

Xuluot pondered for a while, his face as calm as a lake. He made a decision in his heart, but he did not reveal it in his words.

"Ort, Giova needs my support to become the leader of the mountain city. What can I get?"

"Your Highness, Giova's enthronement ceremony will be held by you. You will get a vassal who controls the mountain city, the loyalty of the nobles of the mountain city, and the hearts of the Otomi people!"

Ort's expression moved, and he bowed to answer.

The king shook his head, his expression indifferent.

"Not enough, Ort. I can risk entering the city, but I need more. You can give me more!"

"Your Highness, after Giova takes the throne, the Otomi people will get closer to you. The Otupan Corps will go north again to fight against the Guakili Dogs. As long as you help us and defeat the Dogs heading south, I can summon the leaders of the three states, hold a ceremony of the gods, and officially honor you as the chief of the Otomi people!"

"Oh, there is such a plan? Ort, you are very shrewd."

Xuluot looked at the old priest with a smile on his face. He shook his head again.

"Ort, think about your identity. You know what I care about and what I want!"

"Your Highness Xuluot!"

The old priest's eyes showed deep sorrow and pleading. The king was unmoved, but looked into the other's eyes firmly, and then reached out to hold the amulet of the sun god around his neck. After a long time, the old priest finally lowered his head. At this moment, his back hunched down, and he instantly became old and frail.

"Your Highness, the Saka clan is the most conservative and stubborn. As long as Giova holds power, he can issue a military order to order them to return to their fiefdoms and expel them all from the mountain city. You can arrange personnel on the periphery, preferably barbarians whose affiliation is difficult to identify."

"As long as they die, the stubborn faction will lose its backbone. Giova controls the city of Otopan, and I influence the state of Guamare, as well as the besieged state of Pams. At that time, I will represent the priests and issue a divine decree to make the Otomies of the three states convert to the supreme god."

Ort lowered his head, and even breathing became difficult. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his expression becoming hard again.

"But, Your Highness, the belief in the original god has been passed down in the hearts of the Otomis for a long time, and He is also the ancestral god worshipped by the Otomis. The god of war Huitzilopochtli was promoted to the supreme main god. After the original god Omet Otl abdicated, please let him become the second most important subordinate god! In this way, the turmoil of faith can be minimized."

Xuluot looked at the old priest for a while. The other party was like a candle in the wind, swaying, trying to hold on to the dying fire, but unable to change the departure of the old god. The king thought for a moment and nodded. He had enough time and was not in a hurry.

"Okay. Ort, I promise you! In the three states of the Otomis, the original god retreated to the second subordinate god. Remember your promise to me!"

"I will. The Otomis have no choice. Your Highness, what is your choice?"

"Open the city gate early the day after tomorrow. I will lead 500 guards, hold high the black wolf's king's flag, and enter the ancestral land of the mountain city!"

The night wind blew and the bonfire swayed. The king's voice rose high, drifting in the slightly cold wind, full of grandeur and heroism. The long wind rolled and fell into the towering mountain city, but it was a gentle elegy. The former chief Oquili has been buried in the sacred cemetery of the tribe, and his relatives are praying all night. Not far away, the longhouses of the chiefs are bright all night. A new flame is burning.

Note: In this chapter of the Qidian App, there is a distribution map of the eight tribes of the dog race.

The Chichimec dog race can be roughly divided into eight tribes, namely: Otomies, Pames, Guamares, Guachichiles, Zacatecos, Tepecanos, Caxcanes, and Tecuexes. They are roughly distributed in Guanajuato and north of Guadalajara, and Zacatecas, which is rich in silver mines, is named after the Zacate people.