Chapter 482: Exploration of the Lake Kingdom, Blood Oath on the Ship

"Pah, pah!"

The pain on his face awakened the unconscious warrior. Pikamu opened his eyes with difficulty, and a strange big face appeared in his sight. He blinked hard, and then he saw a strange golden amulet hanging from the neck below the big face. It seemed to be the sun and the bird?

"Itaco!"

Pikamu suddenly realized that this was the southern tribe that invaded the ancestral land! He roared suddenly and was about to reach for the dagger at his waist. However, his arm could not move at all, and it had been tied tightly.

"Ah!"

Hearing the roar, Gray Earth Puapu was startled and jumped up from the deck. But after a few breaths, he woke up. The gray earth warrior was angry and stretched out his arm, raising his hand to slap seven or eight times.

"Damn savage, what are you yelling? Dare to scare me, I will beat you to death!"

"Pah! Pah!"

The crisp slapping sound echoed on the deck. Chivaco stared for a moment, squinting his eyes, and said nothing.

"Papa!"

Pu'apu slapped Pikamu more than a dozen times, making him see stars and his head go blank. He stopped and called the mountain bird to come closer to the translator.

"Savage, why are you attacking us?"

".?"

Pikamu's eyes were straight, and he couldn't react for a while. After a long time, he glared at the mountain bird who spoke Sri, and spat out a mouthful of blood foam.

"Bah! You betrayed the tribe and led outsiders to the ancestral land! I will twist off your head and offer it to the soul of the ancestors!"

The mountain bird was speechless and blushed. He was stunned for a moment before whispering back.

"I am not Sri, I am Mayo!"

"Mayo? Enemy?! Itaco! Kill you!"

"Papa!"

Pu'apu shouted angrily, waved his palm again, and slapped more than a dozen times. He scolded angrily.

"Ha! You savage captive, you still dare to shout for war? Look, I'll cut off your tongue!"

As he said that, the Gray Earth Warrior pulled out the obsidian dagger from his waist with a "dang" sound, and pressed it against the opponent's mouth.

"Ah!"

Pikam was stunned for a moment, and soon understood Puapu's intention. He desperately twisted his bound body, like a fish on the shore. However, the Gray Earth Warrior's arms were extremely powerful, and he directly pinched his neck and forced him to stick out his tongue. Then, a sharp dagger was attached to the edge of his tongue, and the moment it touched, he felt a chill in his heart.

"Saate! Sat! No, don't!"

Pikam let out a shrill howl and trembled all over.

He was not afraid of death, but the thought of becoming mute was an uncontrollable fear. The Sri people are a nation that advocates singing, and they incorporate everything into songs. They use ballads to tell the history and heritage of the tribe, as well as the divine heaven, earth and nature. They are proud of singing, and everyone can sing hundreds or even thousands of songs. Once a person becomes dumb, he can no longer communicate with his ancestors and the world, and will be despised by the entire tribe, and even his soul cannot return to his ancestral land.

"Lao Pu, that's enough! I still have questions to ask, don't really hurt him."

Chiwako has been watching coldly until he has almost established his authority, then he took two steps forward and signaled the gray earth warrior to stop.

"Hmph! There are so many Sri Lankans on the island. After killing him, we can just catch another one!

Pu'apu snorted twice and put away his dagger. He thought for a moment, slapped Pikamu twice, and then got up and left.

The two of them had a tacit understanding. One was a bad guy, and the other was a good guy. They had to get some information out of the Sri Lankan leader.

The setting sun reflected the glittering waves; the clouds were magnificent, with a faint blush. Half a day had passed since the fierce water battle in the afternoon. Since Chief Pikamu's boat was overturned, the Sri Lankan fleet has fallen into complete chaos. Some of the boats rushed forward desperately to rescue the chief who fell into the water, but most of them stagnated slowly behind, with a fear and hesitation. The enemy's boats were out of touch, and there was no With enough numbers, they cannot really threaten the big ship. The kingdom fleet rammed again, and arrows rained down, finally completely killing the Sri Lankan fleet!

Then, Chivaco had people search for a while, and captured the unconscious tattooed warrior, Chief Pikam, from a Sri Lankan boat.

After a fight, the expedition fleet lost more than a dozen people, and the Sri Lankans suffered at least more than a hundred casualties. Seeing this tragic water battle, the warriors on the shore shouted and roared, as if crazy, and even shot arrows far into the sea, but to no avail.

In order to guard against the night attack of the Sri Lankans, Chivaco did not stay on the shore for long. He let the fleet row northwest for half a day, temporarily out of the sight of the Sri Lankans, and then freed up his hands to deal with the captured prisoners.

"Warrior, you fought to the last moment, very brave!! The most important warriors in the lake tribe, we admire your bravery and express our goodwill to you! "

Chivaco walked to Pikamu's side with a smile on his old face. He squatted down and fed Pikamu a mouthful of honey water.

"Come, drink some honey water. It's very sweet!"

".Huh?"

Chief Pikamu was a little confused. He subconsciously opened his mouth, carefully retracted his tongue, and drank a few mouthfuls of honey water. The tribal warriors set out early in the morning and ran for most of the day before arriving at the ancestral island. Then, he fought fiercely with the invaders and did not eat for a whole day. When he came to his senses, he felt hungry and thirsty all over his body, and he had no strength at all.

"You, the lake tribe?"

"Yes. We are warriors from the Lake Tribe in the far south. We came here with no ill will towards you, the Sri Tribe. We are not enemies. You are not enemies either! There is a misunderstanding between us!"

"No! Tahjok, Hant, our ancestral land!"

Hearing the translation of the mountain bird, Pikam suddenly widened his eyes. He stared at Chivako's face and roared in a suppressed voice.

"You are invaders! Landing on the ancestral land of the tribe and destroying the heritage of the tribe, you are the mortal enemy of all tribes! Ntaho! Leave here, Lake Tribe!"

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Chivako scratched his head and felt a little tricky. His guess was verified. Tiburon Island was indeed the ancestral land of the Sri people. It was a sacred island that the Sri tribes had to protect at all costs! After a while, the old militia sighed and tried to smile in reply.

"Calm down, warrior! We are not enemies. We are friends. We will leave here soon! Soon, we will leave!"

"Not enemies, but friends? You, will leave soon?"

Pikam looked doubtful. He looked at Chivaco's expression and thought about his own situation. The other party seemed to be more friendly. He stopped the evil man who cut his tongue and fed him a few mouthfuls of honey water. He should not be lying. He tried to use his brain and shouted.

"Swear! Swear by your ancestors!"

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Chivaco raised his eyebrows, clenched his fists on his chest patiently, and swore loudly.

"Ancestors witness! Our kingdom fleet is not the enemy of the Sri people. Soon, we will leave your ancestral land! We have no ill intentions!"

Pikam listened attentively, but unfortunately there was no translation, so he couldn't understand a word. And the translation was hard to believe. He gritted his teeth and shouted again.

"Captain of the big ship! I don't understand your oath. I want to cut my palm and swear an oath with you in blood!"

"What?!"

Hearing this request, Chivaco was stunned. He looked at Shanniao and asked in confusion.

"What is he going to do?"

"Captain, he wants to swear an oath with you in blood. That is, cut your palms together, then stick them together, let the blood flow in one place, and then repeat the oath. In this way, through the medium of blood, under the witness of the ancestors, the oaths of both parties will have magic power and can bind each other."

Shanniao blinked and translated carefully.

". Cut your palms and swear with them?"

Chivaco's old face trembled. He raised his head and looked at the gray soil Puapu.

"Old Puapu!"

"Old man Qi, what are you looking at me for? I won't do such a thing! Humph, if it's up to me, I will torture him directly and beat him to make him say everything!"

".Ah!"

The old militia sighed helplessly. He thought about it and said seriously.

"The ancestors witnessed it! Both sides must swear an oath in blood, so it can be considered fair! I can swear to leave the island, release you back to the tribe, and not be an enemy of you Sri people! But you have to swear too!"

"What! You are willing to swear and release me back to the tribe?!"

Hearing this, Pikamu was stunned and surprised. After he was captured, he had the idea of ​​dying and was ready to return his soul to his ancestral land. But now the sudden appearance of life caught him off guard and his mind was somewhat loosened. After a moment, he stammered and answered.

"Well, that. Swearing to each other is fair. Then, what do you want me to swear?"

"I want you to swear that you will no longer be an enemy of us, and tell me the news from the north!"

"No longer be an enemy of you, tell me the news from the north?"

Pikamu hesitated and thought seriously for a long time.

The other side killed many Sri warriors, and even many warriors of his own tribe died. However, they stayed on the big ship, and the small boats of the tribe could not do anything to them. The tribe needed to hunt and migrate, and there was not much food in reserve. Therefore, such a large-scale mobilization of various tribes is very stressful and cannot be maintained for too long. Once most of the warriors leave, the small number of guards cannot defend the big island at all. In general, if they can leave their ancestral land, the sacrifice of some warriors is acceptable.

What's more, he was captured by the enemy, and even if he was released to the tribe, he would be covered with an indelible stain. If the other party can leave, he will become a warrior who is not afraid of life and death, and he will go deep into the big ship alone, persuade the fierce hostile tribe, and finally protect the sacred ancestral land! In this way, it will become a good story that will be sung by everyone and famous in the tribe!

As for the news from the north, he will definitely not tell about the Sri tribe. And other news, it doesn't matter if you tell it.

Pikamu thought for a while and made a decisive decision.

"Okay! Leader of the big ship, I promise you!"

"Okay! Warrior, great!"

Chiwako laughed with joy, and his old face smiled like a flower. He asked people to untie Pikamu and handed him an obsidian dagger. Then, the two of them raised their daggers at the same time, facing the gorgeous sunset, and slashed towards their palms at the same time!