Chapter 647: Second Exploration of the Kingdom, First Close Contact

The tide rises and falls, submerging the tidal flats on the shore and washing away the calloused soles of the feet. The Puton warriors stood on the beach, holding up their shields and spears, and letting out bursts of beast roars and wolf howls.

However, amid their demonstrations and intimidation, the seven invading longships approached again, gradually approaching the coast. Dozens of canoes gathered again, and the tribal warriors on board held their spears high, ready to fight.

On the coast, Moch, the chief of the Short Spear Tribe, is wearing wooden armor, a bright feather crown, and carrying seven thick and short throwing spears on his back. He stood in the center of the tribal warriors, observing the intruders at sea. Beside him were hundreds of tribal warriors wearing wooden armor, each of whom also carried a throwing spear on his back.

The Short Spear Tribe is the strongest among the several large tribes of the Pudong Tribe in the prairie. They occupied the open meadows by the sea and the fertile lower reaches of the Great Grass River, and were named after the "short spears" they threw. Most of the tribal warriors are good at throwing spears and spears, especially the elite tribal warriors, who can even shoot running wild deer.

"Huh? This is."

Chief Mozi squinted his eyes and looked at the Kingdom fleet on the seashore. The fleet approached for a while and then stopped again. Then, a canoe was lowered from the big ship. Two sailors rowed the boat towards the crowd at the mouth of the river. On the small boat, there stood a foreign priest wearing a feather crown and a white robe, holding a book, and a Mayan commoner with a slender head but no facial tattoos.

"Witness the gods! The respected Chief Puton opposite! We are the envoys of the fleet. We come from the Nava tribe in the west. We have no hostility! We come with gifts and we are willing to be your friends!"

A few hundred steps away, the Mayan civilians on the boat raised their hands and shouted at the top of their lungs, in the standard northern city-state accent.

"City people?."

Hearing the accent of the other party, Chief Mozi frowned slightly, and then he was attracted by the words that followed.

"Nahua Tribe?!"

The Nahua Eastern Expedition five hundred years ago completely changed the structure of the Mayan world and brought many Nahua tribes to migrate eastward. Until now, there are still sporadic Nahua tribes remaining in the jungles hundreds of miles west, and they have also had contact with various Puton tribes. In the lowland city-states in the north, there are many Nahua-speaking groups, all left behind by the collapsed Toltec dynasty. Of course, as barbarians among the Mayans, the Puton tribes hunted in the vast grasslands and mountains in the middle and could not speak Nahua language.

"Bring them here!"

More than a dozen tribal warriors swarmed forward, holding shiny obsidian spears. They spread out to guard the two people who landed, and walked towards the strong chief. Priest Tomat wears a feather crown on his head, with a fearless and calm look on his face. The Mayan businessman Tikalo next to him was trembling with fear and on the verge of crying. Even though he was full of reluctance, he still stepped into the "barbaric" Puton tribe.

"A brave Nahua priest and a timid Mayan commoner. What an interesting combination!"

The corners of Chief Mozi's mouth turned up, a little curious. But this is just curiosity, not goodwill. He took off a sharp throwing spear, held it in his hand, and watched the two people getting closer and closer until they were within ten steps!

"Ancestors witness! The intruder will die under my short spear!"

Chief Mozi shouted sharply, raised his sharp short spear, and without hesitation, suddenly threw it forward!

"Whoosh!"

Mayan businessman Ti Carlo immediately trembled, his knees became weak, and he even dwarfed half of his body. Sweat broke out on his back, and he blurted out this sentence when he remembered being used as a target by His Highness.

"God bless you!"

"God bless you!"

The spears roared towards him, and within ten steps, there was no time to dodge. Priest Thomas closed his eyes, remained motionless, and prayed sharply. Then, he felt a chill on his scalp, and the feather crest on his head was accurately shot off by a thrown spear. And he stretched out his hand to touch the top of his head, and could vaguely touch his scalp. It was obvious that he was bald. Life and death can only last in an instant.

In full view of everyone, the feather crown symbolizing the identity of the priest was shot off. Priest Tuomat narrowly escaped death, and before he had time to panic, the anger in his heart had already risen. He glared sharply and yelled in Nahua language.

"Chief of the Puton tribe! I come with the light of the Lord God, and the goodwill of the Mexica Alliance! How dare you take action and offend the majesty of the Lord God? The powerful alliance rules the plateau, and there are tens of thousands of fierce warriors. Plan! Don’t let the scriptures of the Lord God fall from my hands!”

Hearing the angry scolding of Priest Tomat, a cold sweat broke out on the Mayan merchant's shiny forehead. He couldn't wait to stand up straight, so he racked his brains and translated loudly.

"Dear Chief Puton! This is the God of War priest from the Tiger Tribe, who comes with piety and friendship! Why do you want to hurt the friendship of the distinguished priest for no reason? The powerful Tiger Tribe rules the western plateau, with twenty A warrior who is twice as good as you! Please don’t let down the friendly priests and attract the wrath of the gods!”

"The powerful tiger tribe has twenty times as many warriors as us?"

Hearing this, Chief Moqi was slightly solemn. He did not believe that there could be such a powerful tribe in the world. However, since the other party has seven large ships and hundreds of warriors who have traveled far, they must be from a large Nahua tribe. But why did such a tribe suddenly appear on the tribal land?

Chief Mozi was silent and looked carefully at Priest Tomat in front of him. Priest Tomat was still angry, gritted his teeth, and observed the Mayan chief in front of him. But after a moment, both sides' expressions became moved.

"The head is slightly longer, and there are tattoos on the face, but there are no fighting cock eyes or trimmed teeth. There are not many so-called divine features among Mayan nobles on this chief's face!"

Priest Tomat moved his eyes slightly and saw the other party's strong arms, burly figure, and big rough feet. There is no doubt that the leader of the Puton tribe in front of him is also a powerful tribal warrior. This was completely different from the Mayan gods he had seen along the way.

Chief Mozi looked at the Nava priest in front of him, and his eyes rested on the copper ax on his waist for a while. Then, there was curiosity on his face, and he became more serious. Such a strong priest is very rare among the Mayan tribes. He pondered for a while, then clenched his fist and hammered his chest hard to express the respect of the warrior.

"Priest of the Nahua people, the gods have left, will not bring down their wrath, and will never come back! I threw my short spear and called on my spiritual ancestors. Since you are not dead, you are not an intruder. Now, tell me Me! Why did your fleet appear on our land?"

After hearing the chief's words, Tikalo wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt a little relieved. As long as the other person is willing to talk and doesn't attack them as soon as they meet, then he has room to use his talents. He quickly made some modifications, translated the chief's words, and whispered a reminder.

"Throwing spears when you meet is not only an expression of intimidation, a display of extraordinary combat skills, but also a test of your courage. Priest Tuomat, the other party did not offend the Lord God, so what is our gift?"

Priest Thomas seemed to have heard nothing. He looked directly into Chief Mozzi's eyes with majestic eyes and spoke loudly.

"The Mayan gods have long since left, but the Lord Nava has just ascended to the top! He continues to send down miracles and uses divine guidance to lead an extremely powerful alliance. Our fleet came from three thousand miles away. I don’t covet your land, and I have no hostility towards you. We are here under the guidance of God and have a sacred mission to go to Snake Island in the East China Sea!”

"Miracle? Divine revelation?."

Hearing this, Chief Mozi shook his head. Ever since the divine disaster, there has been no divine inspiration in the hearts of the various races in Puton. However, he could understand other devout tribes, so he asked curiously.

"Ancestors witness! You really came from a distance of three thousand miles? Then what is your mission?"

"Witness the Lord God! We are going to the East China Sea and prepare ourselves on Snake Island to face the white-skinned evil demon!"

Having said this, Priest Tomat looked determined and repeated the prophecy of the white-skinned demon again. Chief Mozi was stunned for a moment and his eyes widened. After a while, he came back to his senses and shook his head vigorously.

"The spiritual ancestors have never given us enlightenment. But if there are invaders coming, no matter what they look like, we will fight them! Priest of the Tiger Tribe, I respect your mission, as well as your piety and courage. . You are a qualified warrior! But if you have no other words, you can leave!"

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Priest Tomat gritted his teeth, pursed his lips and remained silent, feeling a little frustrated in his heart. He leaned down, picked up the priest's feather crown on the ground, and put it on his head again. Then, he stared at the obsidian spear on the ground, pondered for a moment, and straightened up again.

"Chief of the Puton tribe! One of the purposes of our fleet coming east is to convey the Lord God's prophecy. Since you have listened to the Lord God's revelation, you will receive the Lord God's gift!"

Having said this, Priest Tomat reached into his arms, took out a bag of gems, and handed it to Chief Mozi's bodyguard. Then, he gritted his teeth, took off the fine copper ax from his waist, and handed it directly to Chief Mozi.

"Um?"

Chief Mozi glanced at the gems in the bag, but there was no change in his face. The Short Spear Tribe rarely trades with city-state people, and they don't pay much attention to the gems that the gods love. Then, he took the bronze ax from Priest Tomat and touched the sharp ax blade. His fingers felt a slight pain and his eyes immediately froze.

"Hey! This axe"

Chief Mozi turned over his palm and faced the bright sunlight. He suddenly saw his scratched finger and was suddenly surprised.

"What kind of ax is this? It's so sharp!"

"This is the ax given to warriors by the war god Nava. It is not only sharp, but also tough."

Mayan businessman Tikalo saw the right moment and spoke with a smile.

"And with such a god-given battle ax, tens of thousands of warriors from the Tiger Tribe all have one in their hands!"

Hearing this, Chief Mozi raised his eyebrows. He held the obsidian short spear against the bronze battle ax and touched it hard with both hands.

"Bah!"

Just one powerful blow, the tip of the short spear was missing, but the blade of the battle ax was not damaged. Seeing this scene, Ti Carlo raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Priest Tomat who was also smiling. Then, the two of them looked at the shocked Chief Mozzi with expectation in their eyes.

Chief Mozi's expression changed, and he lowered his head and thought for a long time. After a moment, he finally raised his head again, with a cold look in his eyes, and pointed at the two of them.

"Capture them! Send another envoy to tell the Tiger Tribe! Give them a hundred god-given battle axes in exchange for their God of War priest!"