Chapter 368 The Change of Fate

The sky is always unpredictable during the rainy season. The sun was shining a moment ago, but it was cloudy in the next moment. Dark clouds cover the sun, making the earth gloomy and leaving shadows in people's hearts.

Following Ozoma's shout, Bertard instantly raised his bronze sword and stood in front of His Highness. Toltec drew out his war club and stood guard behind His Highness. Koka's hand was pressed on the battle stick at his waist. He wanted to draw his weapon and defend the war chief. But after taking a look at the vigilant General Black Wolf, he put down his hand again and just stood there, motionless.

Shulot looked confused. He turned his head, glanced lightly at the old priest Taiya, and then looked at Arnold who was lying on the ground.

"How is this going?"

Faced with the sudden change, the old priest Taiya was at a loss. He knelt down in fear, kowtowed vigorously, and shouted anxiously.

"Ah! Your Majesty, Arnold, he, he has been diligent in the past few months, working hard in spring plowing, and believes in the Lord God. He is not an assassin!"

Something happened suddenly, and Ashulote was in a state of confusion the whole time. He endured the pain of being kicked in the abdomen and said shivering.

"Your Majesty, I, I am not."

"He's the real red-headed hunter!"

Ozoma was determined. He raised his arm lightly and pointed his war stick at Ashulote's red hair.

"Witness the Lord God! Your Majesty, look at the color of this hair. It is a real wasteland dye! Cocker can definitely tell it! He is a red-haired hunter who hides his identity. He pretends to be stupid and sneaks into you with evil intentions!"

"Hmm? Cocker, tell me."

Koka took a step forward with his hands free. His eyes widened and he glanced at Ashulote's hair. Then, he closed his eyes, shook his head, took another step forward, and took a closer look again.

"Well, respected chief, this is indeed the dye of the wasteland."

Then, Koka grabbed Ashulote's right hand, looked at the thick calluses formed on the index finger and middle finger of the opponent's long-term archery, and replied in the affirmative.

"The great chief, he is an elite red-haired hunter!"

Ashulote suddenly trembled all over and his face turned ashen. he said tremblingly.

"Your Majesty, I am a red-haired hunter, but I am not an assassin."

Shulot frowned and stared at the gray-faced Guakili headman in front of him. he asked in a deep voice.

"Arnaud, who are you?"

"I am a prisoner of the Eastern Dog-born. I was routed on the night when Skyfire struck, and was captured by His Majesty's legion. Then, I was incorporated into the flag team and went south, crossed the river, and was placed here."

Ashulote was telling the truth from beginning to end, his expression was so sincere that tears were about to fall from his eyes.

"I ran away from Your Majesty's military service because I no longer want to hold a bow and fight. I just want to live a peaceful life farming. I have always been honest and true to my duty. This time, I did not know about the recommendation of the Taiya priest beforehand. Your Majesty, I am really not an assassin!" I don’t even have a dagger on me!”

Listening to Ashulote's sincere words, Ashulote was a little moved. He glanced at Black Wolf calmly, and the other party stepped forward and groped Asiulote's body carefully. Afterwards, Black Wolf replied respectfully.

"Your Highness, there is indeed no weapon on him."

The king then nodded slowly. He looked at Ashulote's expression and saw no trace of lying, only a look of grievance and fear on his face. The king sighed softly.

"Arnaud, you were defeated and captured. You were afraid of fighting and escaped from the military service. According to the law, you should be killed! But seeing that you have performed well and believe in the Lord God, the punishment can be appropriately reduced. Someone came, tied him up, and whipped him 30 times! "

Ashulote lowered his head and breathed a sigh of relief. He did not resist and was tied up obediently by the bodyguards. Then, a weapon took out a long whip, looked solemn, and swung it hard.

"Woo."

Accompanied by the popping sound, severe pain came from behind. Ashulote gritted his teeth hard and did not scream. He just made a painful and low whine, like an injured coyote in the wasteland.

"Yeah, he's a man."

Seeing Ashulote's tenacious performance, Ashulote nodded secretly and began to love talents again.

By the time the actual 30 lashes were finished, Ashulote was already covered in sweat and blood. He almost collapsed on the ground and couldn't even move his fingers.

Shulot took a step forward, looked into Ashlot's eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Arnold, these 30 lashes are your punishment for escaping from military service. But the light of the Lord God will illuminate every believer and give them a chance to save themselves! My previous promise is still valid. You will be downgraded, but you will still You are a servant of the Lord God. From today on, you will serve as the first-level preaching priest of the nearby Guakili village! You must always keep the Lord God’s teachings in your heart and guide more Guakili people to devote themselves to the Lord God. "

"Ah! Your Majesty, thank you for your generosity and kindness! Arnold, you must obey your Majesty's will with a guilty heart and spread the glory of the Lord God!"

Seeing the turning point, the old priest Taiya quickly stepped forward to pull Arnold and took him to salute His Majesty.

"Thank you for your generosity and kindness. I will follow your will, spread the glory of the Lord God and praise the Lord God!"

Ashulote was limp and was pulled by Taiya to salute. He endured the severe pain all over his body and repeated tremblingly. After being tortured like this, half of his life was lost. Fortunately, he was finally out of danger. Damn it, I can't live this life. After the Death Chief left and he recovered from his injuries, he immediately got a small boat and fled to the other side of the river!

"Well. Praise the Lord God! That's it for today's inspection."

Xuluot nodded. After this incident, he no longer had the interest to stay. Before leaving, the king took another look at Arnold, who was covered in wounds. He felt compassion and said to the chief warrior.

"Bertard, wash his wounds and apply the royal medicine. There should be no herbs in the village. It is the rainy season now. If the wound is not treated properly, it will be infected and festered. There is no cure."

"Your Highness, be merciful!"

Bertard bowed deeply from the bottom of his heart. Then, the chief warrior asked someone to fetch two buckets of well water, and then washed him directly in front of Ashuluot's horrified eyes!

"Don't."

The surging water washed Arnold, who was unable to move, and washed his face covered with dust. Ozoma watched this scene with interest, and then his eyes widened instantly.

"Ah?!"

Ozoma opened his mouth in surprise like a monkey, and his mouth turned into a capital "O". He looked at Arnold's face, shocked, and even stuttered. This, this is a person he never thought would appear here!

".Yes, it's you?!"

In just a moment, Ozoma reacted. This is a great achievement! He raised his war stick again, pointed at the pale Arnold, and shouted excitedly.

"Haha! What Arnold, you are Ashuluot!! You are Chief of the Red Newt! You are really an assassin!!. Tell me! You deliberately approached His Majesty, are you going to avenge Chichika!"

"No, I'm not."

Ashuluot wanted to cry but had no tears, and argued weakly.

"You are! Even if your face turns to ashes, I can recognize it!"

Ozoma looked excited. What else could make people feel more happy than catching the old enemy in person? He immediately knelt in front of the king and reported.

"Your Majesty! He is the missing Chief of the Red Newt, the second leader of the Eastern Dog Clan after Chichika, Ashuluot!"

"Ashuluot!"

Xuluot was shocked. In Nahua language, "Axulot" is a salamander that can regenerate its limbs, and "Xuluot" means death and rebirth. These two names are closely related, and even have similar symbols in religion. Therefore, he always remembered the missing red salamander chief.

"Koka, is he the red salamander chief?"

The red frog chief Koka stepped forward again, repeatedly looking at the appearance of Axulot. Since the successful invasion to the south last year and the separation of the east and west dog descendants, he has not seen the red salamander chief again. Fate is always unpredictable! Unexpectedly, they met again more than a year later, in the south thousands of miles away from the wilderness, and met in such an identity!

Koka stared for a while, feeling emotional in his heart. He took a long breath and bowed his head to report to the chief.

"Chief, he is indeed the famous red salamander leader in the wilderness, the immortal and smart Axulot!"