Chapter 314 Full Moon and Lone Wolf

The low chief's longhouse was dark, and the aroma of mixed herbs was strong and lingering. The faint moonlight fell into the house, illuminating the two figures sitting opposite each other. Around the figures were a pile of sacrificial bones and silent silence.

Crow Chief Kakalo hung his head and said nothing. He stretched out his skinny arm, picked up a pine flute from the ground, and put it to his mouth. The ethereal flute sounded in an instant, humming into the night sky. The sound was distant and desolate, like a call from the wilderness.

Outside the longhouse, Alan opened her eyes wide. This is the flute music that the chief always plays on every moon god sacrifice day. She listened to the flute music quietly, looking at the full moon in the sky, thinking about the lone wolf in the wilderness. She closed her eyes, missing her former relatives and home, and thinking of the wolf's tenacity and loneliness. The memories of the past went away like a long wind, and the desolate flute sound did not last long, and everything stopped abruptly.

Kakalo slowly put down the wooden flute. He raised his head and looked at Amosi.

"My child, what did you hear?"

Amosi opened his eyes and showed some yearning.

"Chief, I heard the sacrifice and blessing of the moon god. The world under the full moon has eagles flying far away and the plateau is vast."

"Well. Asimo, the world of the wasteland is vast. The tribes are constantly migrating, and the eagles are flying far away. Everything is for vitality and hope, for inheritance and continuation. Now, this valley has become a dead land, and the dark shadow is coming from the south. We can't resist the shadow, so it's time to leave. Ahem!"

Kakaro opened his mouth slowly, and the wrinkles on his face trembled, looking particularly old. Then, the calm narration was interrupted by a violent cough. The old chief bent down painfully and covered his mouth hard. Amosi immediately stepped forward, supported the respected chief, and carefully breathed behind him.

After a while, Kakaro stopped coughing. He let go of his hand, but there was a dazzling red in his palm. The old chief clenched his palms again silently and said in a deep voice.

"Asimo, pass it on. Abandon unnecessary baggage, the tribe only takes food. Leave tonight!"

"Ah?! Leave tonight?"

Asimo was a little surprised.

"Yes, leave tonight! From a yellow leaf, you can see the killing of the whole autumn. The Aztec reinforcements will arrive at the valley tomorrow. The danger is imminent. We can't delay any longer! We have harvested some unripe corn these days, plus the pumpkins before, the food in the tribe can last for another four or five months. When we escape from this deadly place, there will be new life!. Ahem!"

Kakaro gave a stern order, and then coughed again. Amosi was about to step forward, but saw the old chief waved his hand heavily.

"Ahem. I'm fine! Hurry up and send messengers to tell the tribes near the valley entrance that the Aztec chieftain has arrived with reinforcements. His evil magic is even more powerful and his wisdom is even more profound. He will never let go of the northwest valley entrance! Holding on to the valley is a dead end, so flee as soon as possible!"

"Asimos, the battle at the valley entrance was so tragic that the tribes were already afraid. The three major tribes forcibly annexed the tribes, and the ordinary tribes were even more panicked. Now that the enemy's reinforcements are coming, it is a good opportunity for the tribe to retreat! At this time, no one will stop us. The main force of the Red Frog Tribe is arranged at the eastern valley entrance, and the old fox is also thinking about retreating. We have to leave one step ahead of him! "

"After leaving the valley, go north for three days to avoid the Aztec army. Then turn east, all the way east, cross the towering mountains, and go to the territory of the Huastecs! The life of the Guajili people lies in the east and north"

Cakalo paused. His eyes were deep, staring at Amosi in front of him, as if staring at some hope. Then, he slowly spread out his palm, revealing a large mass of bright red.

"Asimo, I have said everything I need to say. Some things do not need to be said, but you have to understand them yourself. Tonight's retreat will be left to you to command!"

"Ah, coughing up blood! Chief, you...you...won't do that."

Asimo's expression changed drastically. He looked at the red on Kakaro's palm, as if he saw a flood and a beast. For the first time, deep fear appeared on this man's tough face, which was a farewell he had seen countless times. He widened his eyes and shouted in pain.

"Chief. Father!"

"My child, it's okay, don't be sad. My road has come to an end. I can't walk anymore, and I don't want to walk anymore. Let me stay here quietly and leave alone quietly! Asimo, your road is still long. You must take hope and fly like an eagle in the vast wilderness. From today, the Red Crow Tribe will be handed over to you! Ahem!"

"Father!"

"I'm tired, you go out. Don't come in again. Hurry up and take the men and children away!"

After saying that, Kakalo lowered his head, no longer looking at Asimo's face, and no longer spoke. The long house was full of death-like silence.

Asimo was silent for a long time, slowly knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times to the old chief. Then, with sadness in his eyes, he turned around and left in pain. However, when he walked out of the chief's long house, the sadness turned into perseverance and a stern cry.

"Everyone! Pack your luggage, hurry up and prepare for the tribe's migration! Within two hours, all the men and children must leave! Messengers who have been to various tribes, come quickly!"

The suppressed shouts drifted in the night wind of the valley. Soon, the entire Red Crow camp became busy. Several messengers left with messages and rushed to the tribes near the valley entrance to bring urgent news.

Asimo stood at the bright campfire, looking at the dark longhouse. His heart seemed to be divided into two halves, one half fell into the flames, and the other half disappeared into the darkness. Then, a bird-like voice came, awakening him from silence.

"Dad! Why doesn't Chief Aye come out? I heard him cough!"

Alan stood in front of him, his figure as agile as a deer, his eyes as bright as the full moon.

Asimo reached out and rubbed Alan's head hard. Then, he lowered his eyes and whispered.

"Alan. Grandpa has always loved you very much. He doesn't want to come out, and he won't let Dad in. When the head wolf of the wilderness is old to a certain extent, it will leave the wolf pack alone, find a hill under the full moon, and lie there quietly. Today is the full moon. Alan, go in! See Grandpa for the last time before you leave."

Alan stood there in a daze, her eyes covered with a layer of mist. She looked at her father, but Asimo strode away, shouting loudly and directing the migration of the tribe. Alan looked at the dark long house again, hesitated for a long time, and then walked in carefully.

Kakalo still lowered his head and sat in the pile of bones. Hearing the sound, he looked up, and a kind smile appeared on his old face.

"Alan, it's you."

Alan walked over and squatted down next to the old chief. The obsidian dagger tied to her thigh touched the bones, making a crisp scratch. The girl stretched out her hands and held Kakalo's arm tightly.

"Grandpa Chief, it's me, I'm here to see you! Well, it's dark in the house, and I can't see your face clearly. I'll light the fire pit!"

"Child, we always have to face the darkness."

Alan is a straightforward person, and she does what she says. Before Kakalo finished speaking, she lit the fire pit in two or three strokes. Then, with the faint light of the fire, the girl looked closely at the vicissitudes of the grandfather's face, as if she wanted to remember his appearance firmly.

Kakalo laughed dumbly. He shook his head, his eyes resting on Alan's obsidian dagger. The old chief pondered for a while and waved his hand.

"Alan, give me the dagger. The black wolf head on it is the symbol of the Mexica gods. I seem to have seen it somewhere."

The full moon gradually set in the west, and the night fell into darkness, but the northwest valley mouth gradually woke up. Soon, countless torches were lit at the valley mouth, and the ordinary tribes nearby were noisy. Under the full moon, a red crow flag reflected the moonlight, and thousands of dog descendants carried their luggage and headed north. They migrated with torches, like a pack of wolves howling at the moon.