Chapter 478: Exploration of the Kingdom in the Lake, Fighting in the Valley!

The blazing sun fell on the barren mountains, casting a halo on the gray-white rocks. The mountains on the island were yellow-brown in color, with narrow valleys formed between the ups and downs. The valley was sparsely covered with vegetation, and there was no shelter except for the mountains on both sides. The birds flying over the mountains circled and chirped, filling everyone's ears and covering the sound of walking. Occasionally, wild deer jumped far away, but always kept a distance from people and were extremely alert. This is a habit passed down after being hunted for generations.

After passing a turn, two teams of warriors holding weapons and looking alert met unexpectedly and surprised!

More than a dozen Sri Lankan warriors had long hair, bare upper bodies, wearing loincloths, holding hunting bows, javelins and short spears. They were a hunting team from the tribe to the island. At this time, they were vigilantly holding their weapons and watching five strange warriors not far away. The old hunter in the lead wore a feather straw hat and a stone drum around his waist. He took two steps forward, took a look at the strange clothes of the people on the other side, and shouted.

".Quihyame? Quia.mi? Who are you?"

The sentence structure of Sri is different from other tribal languages, and the important words and sentences are placed first.

Hearing the question, the Purépecha warriors looked at each other. The language on the other side is completely different from Nahua language, and has nothing to do with Purépecha language. They didn't understand even a half word. The team leader hesitated for a moment, but still walked forward and faced the leader of the other side. He lowered his weapon to express goodwill, and then shouted back in Purépecha.

".Ochi, kungurikua! Ochi, Kungurikua! We, friends!"

"Tahéjc, hant comcáac! Tahéjc, hant, Kangcáac! Tahéjc Island, ancestral land, Kangcáac people!"

The Kangcáac people are what the Sri people call themselves, which roughly means people of the desert, people who migrated south, or hunters. The captains of both sides were more than ten steps apart, shouting to each other and trying to make gestures.

The old hunter loosened his palm and shouted several times, but never got an understandable response. Then, he looked serious, held the bow, showed a threat on his face, and shouted louder and louder.

".tintica ntáho! Tintica, Ntaho! Go far away, leave!!"

"Ochi, Kungulikua! We are friends!"

"Tintica, Ntaho! Leave here! .Hant, Tintica, Ntaho! Leave our ancestral land!!"

"Ochi, Kungulikua! We are friends!"

".itác! Itaco!"

The old hunter was furious. He looked at the high peaks on the island, which was a sacred place of blessing and a place where the ancestors left their heritage. At this moment, the ancestral land of the Conkak people was invaded by a strange tribe!

"Itaco! Kill them! Kill!!"

The old hunter roared, waved his hands forward angrily, and issued an attack order. Then, he shot an arrow swiftly, hitting the captain in the face!

The warrior captain screamed, covered his eyes, and fell to the ground. He rolled around in pain, but the boundless darkness surged, penetrating from his eyes into his brain, drowning the fate of Tonali.

"Itaco! Kill!"

More than a dozen Sri people shouted in disorder and rushed forward. Three or four hunters took hunting bows and aimed at the warriors on the opposite side. The remaining seven or eight warriors waved short spears and rushed from both sides.

"Swoosh!"

Almost at the same time, a copper arrow shot through the sky and headed straight for the old hunter standing in the front. The old hunter subconsciously stretched out his palm to block it, but the fierce arrow shot directly through his palm and then deeply penetrated his neck! Blood red sprayed instantly, and the living corpse fell powerlessly, bringing a touch of moisture and brightness to the withered and yellow earth.

The young archer in the back row threw the longbow where it was after shooting an arrow. Such a close distance was only enough for him to shoot the prepared arrow. Then, he held the conch shell around his neck and blew it with his cheeks puffed out.

"Ding ding! Ding ding! Ding!"

The warning conch shell was rapid and shrill, echoing in the vast sky and drifting towards the landing coast. The three Purépecha warriors in the front row raised their shields, held bronze spears, and covered each other. Three or four bone arrows were shot accurately, but they were either blocked by the warriors' shields or inserted obliquely into the leather armor, causing almost no damage. The warriors were all wearing solid leather armor, and as long as they were careful to guard their faces, they would not be easily shot down by the enemy's soft bows.

"Itaco!!"

After a round of bone arrows, the tribal warriors of the Sri people on both sides also rushed up. They shouted loudly and stabbed the short spears in their hands with force. Compared with the accurate archery of the Sri hunters, the warriors' short spears were much inferior. Most of them had no rules and hit the warriors' shields in vain, like frenzied coyotes.

The middle-aged warrior Prepecha in the center was the most senior and occupied the core position. He had a stable expression and swung his shield vigorously, deflecting the short spear of a Sri Lankan warrior. Then, he lightly thrust out the bronze spear, accurately piercing the opponent's exposed chest, and then quickly pulled it out, and a fountain of blood suddenly spurted out!

The Sri Lankan warrior howled, then covered his chest in vain, and fell with his head raised. Facing such an unarmored opponent, the spear cannot be thrust too hard, otherwise it will pierce too deep and get stuck in the ribs and can't be pulled out. As long as the internal organs can be pierced shallowly, the severe pain and internal bleeding that follow will make people lose their combat effectiveness immediately, and then take their lives mercilessly!

"Puff! Puff!"

The sound of bronze spears piercing flesh rang out one after another. Two more fatal stabbings of spears, and two Sri warriors fell again. The chaotic tribal warriors became more and more chaotic. They were brave but had no strength at all. The four Purépecha warriors had formed a tight formation. Although the number of opponents was twice theirs, they could not shake them at all.

The captains of both sides had died in the battle. The battle at this moment was very fierce and somewhat chaotic. It was not until another tribal warrior fell that a tattooed Sri warrior reacted. He hurriedly stepped back and shouted.

"The enemy, the turtle, is tough! Use javelin and poison arrows! Kill the one in the middle, the powerful one!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Soon, three bone javelin shot heavily, causing the middle-aged warrior's shield to tilt. Then, three dark red bone arrows came quickly, hitting his shoulder, chest and arm respectively. The shoulder and chest were both thickened parts of the armor and had not been penetrated by the soft bow. Only the thin armor on the arm was scratched by the bone arrow.

"Huh?!"

The middle-aged warrior did not notice it at first and continued to fight without any care. Just a moment later, he suddenly felt a sharp pain and burning in his arm, as if there was a ball of fire burning from his arm to his brain. But after a while, his eyes went black and he fainted on the ground.

"Itaco! Kill!"

Seeing the enemy fall to the ground, the remaining Sri warriors summoned their last courage and rushed up all at once.

"Praise the Lord!"

As soon as the formation of the Prepecha warriors was dispersed, they came into close contact with the tribal warriors. The remaining three warriors were so fierce that they simply turned around and rushed forward, relying on the protection of leather armor to fight hand-to-hand with the tribal warriors.

"Dedicate yourself to God! Kill!"

The fierce fight lasted for more than a dozen breaths. A warrior was hit by several spears, which pierced through the leather armor and penetrated deeply into the lower abdomen. And the three Sri warriors were attacked at close range and stabbed to death one after another! More than a dozen tribal warriors were killed, and the rest could no longer hold on and turned to flee eastward. They wanted to bring the information about the invasion of their ancestral land back to the tribe as soon as possible!

The tattooed Sri warrior was also injured and stumbled back. He ran a dozen steps, and a sharp copper arrow whistled and shot through his back, knocking him to the ground. Then, the only Prepecha archer who could move came forward. He pursed his lips, leaned down, pulled out the dagger at his waist, aimed at the enemy's exposed neck, and stabbed it hard!

"Sizzle!"

The young archer's eyes turned blood red. With his red eyes, he looked around the valley where the fighting was going on, and all he saw was blood.

But after a short battle, the Sri people left eight bodies. And the patrolling team of five also lost two people, one was seriously injured, and the remaining two were seriously injured. Only he could walk with injuries.

The bright sunlight fell on the deep earth, and the bright blood slowly dispersed, like swaying red flowers. This was the first encounter between the Kingdom of the Lake and the Sri people. In the spring of March, the blood of life bloomed on the barren and dry island.

The young archer looked at it absentmindedly for a moment and stood there for a while. Then, he raised the conch shell around his neck again and blew it loudly.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The conch shell changed from short to long. Its meaning was: "The alarm is lifted, the enemy is scattered!"