Chapter 648 The Second Kingdom Exploration, the Rage of the Tiger Tribe

The long river surges into the seashore. The canoe left, bringing with it the news that Priest Tomat had been detained, and also brought the terms of the Puton tribe. Sailors were running around on the longboat, warriors were wearing armor, and no one knew what kind of fierce quarrels there had been. Two quarters of an hour later, the canoe came back again, bringing back a hundred shining sharp copper axes, which blinded the tribal warriors.

"Ha! Priest Nava, I never imagined that you are so noble and valuable!"

Chief Mozzi looked at the shining copper ax and grinned. His small eyes glowed with greed, and he stretched out his hand and patted Priest Tomat's face, like patting a priceless statue of the god.

"You said, you are so noble, if you ask the fleet again for a hundred copper axes, will they give it to you? Haha, there is a translator from the city-state, so let's pay for ten copper axes!"

The Mayan merchant Tikalo trembled and translated the chief's words. He felt both regret and complaint in his heart. Why do you want to wade into this muddy water? They were all going to leave, so why did they want to inspire the greed of these barbarians? Now it's fine, the other party got greedy and overturned the table. This greed always pushes further and further and cannot be satisfied, and this time, I am afraid there will be no return.

"Snake God! I have worked hard, waited for so many years, and planned for many months. Seeing that revenge is possible, am I going to fall on the last stretch of the road? Is this my destined fate?"

"The greedy man who is greedy for wealth, the blasphemer who murders the priests, and the renegade who breaks his promise! The Lord God will witness all this, send down divine punishment, and let your soul fall into the cold abyss!"

Priest Tomat was tied up like a rice dumpling and sat next to Chief Mozi. He tried hard to straighten his spine, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire, his mouth was fearless, and he scolded repeatedly. Mayan businessman Tikalo shrank his head and closed his mouth, not daring to translate these words.

"Ha ha!"

Although Chief Mozi didn't understand, he could guess a thing or two. He laughed loudly and looked at the picture booklet in his hand, which he found from the Nava priest. The pictures are painted with stories about the main gods, and there are text labels on the squares.

"Tsk, tsk, this is your inheritance map? It's so thin. What are the drawings on? A two-headed pyramid, a mountain with coiled snakes, and a god holding lightning? Hey, this paper is both soft and tough. It seems to be coated with something, which is better than the ones from the northern city-states!"

Chief Mozi tugged at the Ali Sutra in his hand, feeling the toughness of the hard yellow paper. He also snatched the books and drawings from the city-state priests, but they were not as good as those from the Tiger Tribe.

As early as the classical era, the Mayans could make simple bark paper and even compile it into books for use by the gods and priests. The priests also write a highly abstract text, which is like a secret talisman, passing down the knowledge of the gods from generation to generation. Different priest inheritances have different texts. However, after the divine disaster, most of the knowledge of the gods was lost, many priest families died, and even the papermaking technology regressed. The abstract and messy Mayan writing was still only circulated among priests.

“What a wealthy tiger tribe”

Chief Mozi looked at the book in his hand and muttered. However, a panicked shout suddenly sounded on the coast.

"Coming, coming! They're coming!"

"Bang, bang bang!"

Huge crashing sounds continued one after another, like the strongest ocean tide in the rainy season. Chief Moqi took out his throwing spear and threw it when he heard the sound, his expression changed!

The seven longships accelerated to their maximum speed and rushed towards the shore. The oarsmen on the boat blushed and rowed with all their strength. The dozen or so canoes that were intercepted were all knocked over and overturned with "bang bang" as soon as they faced the obstruction. Dozens of tribal warriors fell into the water, rolled in the waves, and swam hard to the shore. The seven longships had already approached the shore before their momentum was exhausted, and quickly turned around. More than a hundred Prepecha warriors stood on the back side of the ship with their big bows raised high. After a brief pause, they all raised their heads and fired arrows.

"Look up and shoot high!"

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

More than a hundred feather arrows rose into the sky, crossed over the tribal warriors at the seaside, drew a very high arc, and landed diagonally on the sandy ground more than 200 steps away. The sound of arrows falling to the ground kept coming, and one even landed in front of Chief Mozi. At such a distance, the kinetic energy of the bow and arrow has been exhausted and has no substantial lethality. But such a long distance itself is a deterrent.

"Hiss! This is? The tiger tribe's bow and arrow? It can actually shoot two hundred steps!"

For the first time, fear appeared on Chief Mozi's face. This was obviously a demonstration from the Tiger tribe. He stared at the nearby longship with a gloomy expression, contemplative and silent.

"The huge ramming longship, the long-distance archery on board, plus the two hundred axe-wielding and armored warriors who can run away, shoot from a distance, carry, and assault! All these together, even if there are only a few hundred people, they will be able to attack Tribe, causing great trouble!”

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Another round of threatening arrows was fired from the seven longships. Then, the fleet quickly turned around, the oarsmen rowed desperately, and once again broke away from contact and retreated offshore. On the coast, there were only a dozen capsized and drifting canoes, as well as dozens of tribal warriors who had fallen into the water and were swimming ashore in embarrassment.

Chief Mozzi watched the fleet move away for a while, and then stopped offshore. He knew he was waiting for a reply. He turned his head again and looked at the feather arrows on the sand, the copper ax in front of him, and finally the straight-backed Nava priest, his expression becoming fierce.

"Ha! Nava Priest, your crew dares to threaten me! Threatening the brave short spear tribe, threatening a powerful chief like me! You know, no matter how fast your longship is, it will not be able to reach the shore! No matter how far your bow can shoot , only more than a hundred. No matter how powerful your tribe is, it is still three thousand miles away! As long as we retreat to the interior or return to the city, your fleet will not pose a threat to us!"

Chief Mozi squinted his eyes and sneered in a deep voice. Then, he seemed to be mocking, and as if he was venting the anger and anxiety in his heart, he suddenly waved the sharp ax in his hand.

"Ha! Priest Nava, your crew doesn't care about your life or death at all! I will kill you! I will take you back to the city and make it as a snack tonight!!"

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Mayan businessman Tikalo was on the verge of tears and stammered in his translation. Priest Tomat looked resolute. Although he was trembling in his heart, his face showed a calmness without fear of death.

"The Lord God bless me! His Majesty the Divine Enlightenment said that weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, but arrogance is! Chief Morton, the powerful tiger tribe came with good intentions, but you responded with malice and greed! You are like a A grass rat in a burrow in the prairie, greedily popping up to eat, but unaware of the swiftness and ferocity of the jaguar! Tikalo, if you want to survive, just give me a word-for-word translation, don’t be too smart!”

"Well!."

Tikalo paused for a moment. Soon, he was crying and translating the strong words of the priest of the main god verbatim, sweating profusely.

"Huh? Looking for death!"

Hearing this, Chief Mozi's eyes became fierce and he raised his newly acquired bronze axe. The sharp ax blade shone with a dazzling cold light in the midday sun.

"Ha! Priest Nava, if you say one more thing, I will cut off your limbs right now! Make you regret and cry!"

Priest Thomat was undaunted. He even laughed, laughed and cursed angrily.

"Witness the Lord God! Chief Puton, you don't know the power of our power, nor the value of our friendship, nor can you understand the glory of the Lord God's mercy! These one hundred copper axes are just jaguars to the powerful alliance. The hair on the body! And the 400 soldiers on the ship are only one-twentieth of the 8,000-man army. There are twenty of these 8,000-man armies!"

"Come on, kill me! With the blessing of the Lord God, you will lead my soul to the Kingdom of Light! And you will regret and cry! Because you will face the anger of the tiger tribe, and you will lose your faith in the Lord God. If you lose the chance for your tribe to rise, you will also completely lose your tribe! You will regret everything you did today and cry for the rest of your life!”

Hearing Priest Tomat's angry shout, Chief Mozi lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"A chance for the Fury Tribe of the Tiger Tribe to rise?"

One hundred copper axes are enough to prove the wealth of the Tiger tribe. The long ships and big bows also prove the strength of the tiger tribe. And the priest Tomat behaved so calmly in the face of death, far more brave than the priests of the city-states! Those confident words were obviously backed by the big tree and firmly believed in the strength of the Tiger Tribe!

After a while, Chief Mozi gritted his teeth, raised his copper ax with a cold face, and swung it down suddenly!

"Ah! Serpent God, save me! I still have some important things to accomplish!"

Mayan merchant Tikalo closed his eyes and howled miserably. However, the cold ax blade did not penetrate into his body. After a moment, he opened his eyes tremblingly and saw only the solemn-looking Priest Tomat and the equally serious Chief Mozi.

Priest Thomas moved his stiff shoulders and pulled the severed rope off his body. He stood up with difficulty, trying his best to control his trembling legs, looking at Chief Mozi hanging his copper ax, and asked calmly.

"What, Chief of the Puton Tribe, do you want to keep your promise and let me go?"

Chief Mozzi pursed his lips and lowered his head. After a while, he looked at Priest Tomat and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Priest Nava, your bravery has won my respect! The spiritual ancestor gave me enlightenment and told me the future I chose. He asked you a question through my mouth."

"Is the friendship brought by the Tiger Tribe still there?"