Chapter 649 The Second Kingdom Exploration, Blood Oath, Anything Can Be Exchanged!

"Bring the deer we hunted this morning! Bring the looted honey wine! The spiritual ancestors bless the tribe, and today is a good day to welcome friends! I, Short Spear Mozi, will swear a blood oath here with the tomato priest of the Tiger Tribe!"

By the long river, the waves are surging. It was evening, and the clouds were floating. Seven long ships approached the shore, and more than a hundred archers stood on the side of the ship on guard. Puapu, the gray noble, personally led sixty armored Purepescha warriors to land. He was fully armed, with bronze cloth armor on his upper body, a spear in his right hand, a shield in his left hand, and a copper axe on his waist.

"Haha! First they attacked, then detained, and now they want to swear an oath of fickleness. What a damn barbarian!"

The brave gray noble gloomy face, secretly cursed. He clenched the bronze spear in his hand, ready to rush forward at any time, fight with the Putun tribe, and protect the Tomat priest who swore in front.

Opposite the Kingdom warriors, dozens of steps away, were densely packed Putun warriors. They all held stone spears, carried javelins, and shouted excitedly. Soon, under the order of the chief, several tribal warriors wearing wooden armor came to the middle of the two teams with a male deer that had been dead for half a day.

"Chief, a fresh male deer! Just right for the ceremony!"

"Yes. Let me do it. The ancestors said that welcoming friends should be sincere!"

Chief Mozi personally cut open the front abdomen of the male deer and dug out the blood-coagulated deer heart. He swung the dagger accurately and cut the dark red fresh deer heart into two even halves. Then, Chief Mozi's expression became solemn, and he handed half of the deer heart to Priest Tomat and announced in a deep voice.

"The ancestors witnessed! Friends, we share the same heart of soul, and also establish a bond of mutual trust between our hearts!"

Seeing this scene, Priest Tomat raised his eyebrows and understood. In the cognition of the various tribes in Central and South America, the heart is the place where the soul exists, and it also has mysterious spirituality. Many important rituals require the participation of the heart. At this moment, this deer heart is like a medium for casting a spell to declare the "same heart" of the two.

"The Lord God is witnessing! Friends, we share the soul of the same heart. From now on, our souls are connected to each other, and our friendship, like the soul, cannot be separated!"

The Tomat priest's expression became serious and solemnly declared. Then, the two of them lowered their heads at the same time and ate the bitter and fishy "witness" into their stomachs.

Two steps away, Ticarlo's eyebrows jumped and his expression was complicated. Because he knew that this was the first step of the Putun tribe's oath, and the next step was to swear an oath of blood.

"The fierce Aztecs finally came to the Mayan world. And the first step they took was to form an alliance with the equally barbaric Putun tribe. Oh! Heavenly Serpent God! Is it right or wrong for me to lead them here?"

The tides rise and fall, the rivers surge, and the general trend is always unstoppable. But after a moment, Priest Tomat and Chief Mozi raised their heads at the same time. The two looked at each other's dark red lips and red teeth, paused, and for some reason, laughed at the same time!

"Haha! Praise the Lord! Mozi, my friend!"

"Hahaha! The ancestors are alive! Tomat, my brother! Roar, roar!"

Chief Mozi raised his head and howled wildly at the sunset. Then, he waved his hand and ordered.

"Bring the wine!"

Two tribal warriors immediately stepped forward and brought a huge pottery jar. The pottery jar was full of mead, which was brewed with honey. In the tribe, such wine can be used to treat diseases and disinfect wounds, so it is extremely precious.

"Come on, brother, let's bleed together!"

Priest Tomat nodded. Then, he skillfully pulled out the obsidian dagger, cut the vein on the back of his palm, and then placed his hand upright above the pottery jar. Almost at the same time, the other cut palm also came over. The two palms touched, blood gathered and dripped into the wine, dyeing the golden honey wine red.

"Ancestors witness! The Short Spear Tribe is willing to form an alliance with the Tiger Tribe! From now on, we will support each other and never betray each other. If you break the oath, I, Short Spear Hodge, will die under the blade!"

"The Lord God witnesses! The Lake Kingdom is willing to form an alliance with the Short Spear Tribe of the Putun Tribe! The warriors of both sides lean back and never attack from behind. If you break the oath, the Lord God priest Tomat is willing to sacrifice myself to the gods!"

The high-pitched oath, under the gaze of the setting sun, echoed in the sky of the seaside. The bright red warmth dyed the precious honey wine red, and then drank it into the mouths of the two. After drinking the big jar of sweet honey wine, the faces of the two people were slightly red. Then, the two raised their bloody right hands again and clenched them in the air! The thunderous cheers rang out from the mouths of the warriors of the Putun tribe excitedly!

"Allies! Brothers! Allies! Brothers! Oh, hoo!"

A dozen steps away, Puapu was speechless. He looked at the sudden change in the situation and was really at a loss. On the flagship, the old militiaman Chihuaco's eyes flashed, and he also raised his hands and shouted.

"Allies! Brothers! What are you all standing there for? Howl at the top of your lungs! Allies! Brothers!"

The cheers only lasted for a moment, and a cheerful atmosphere spread on the coast. The warriors on both sides put down their weapons, grinned, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed. Chief Hodge ordered the warriors to light a fire and roast the venison on the spot. Then, the two sat on the ground by the sea and really talked about important topics.

"Chief Mozi, my brother, the glory of the Lord God has unified the western plateau! And now, His benevolent eyes have come to the Yucatan Peninsula for the first time and are watching you!"

Priest Tomat was extremely solemn. He took off the pure gold sun amulet from his body and put it on the neck of Chief Mozi.

"This is the talisman of the Lord God of Mexica! The supreme Lord God has chosen you. As long as you devoutly believe in the Lord God, you will receive His blessing! Also, this book is the Lord God's scripture, which can bring you An inspiration to your God!”

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The corners of Chief Mozi's mouth twitched and he looked at the other party's solemn and enthusiastic expression without saying a word. He put on the pure gold amulet and put away the scriptures with pictures and texts. Then, he followed the fanatical priest and recited the prayers of the Lord God several times. "Praise the Lord God Huitzilopochtli! He rules all things and is omnipotent, giving us victory and bravery, light and harvest!"

When Priest Tomat's face was full of joy, Chief Mozi couldn't wait and asked.

"Brother Tomat, you said that as long as I accept your friendship, there will be a good opportunity for the tribe to rise! What are the good opportunities and benefits you mentioned?"

"Brother Moqi, let me tell you slowly."

Priest Tomat thought for a moment, organized his words, and then answered with a smile.

"In order to resist the coming white-skinned evil demon, His Highness Shenqi leads us to the Snake Island in the east. Our fleet is just the pioneer of exploration and the scout of the army! After we determine the eastern route, we will continue to follow There are thousands of warriors from the kingdom coming, and the place where the Short Spear tribe is located is the place they must pass through. "

"Huh? Thousands of warriors? Will they definitely pass through here?"

Hearing this, Chief Moqi's face became a little uncertain again. He glanced at Priest Tomat suspiciously and forced a smile.

"The Tiger Warriors are going to pass through here, but they need the Short Spear Tribe to provide them with food and fresh water? As long as the price is right, it's not impossible."

"Haha! Moqi, my brother, the kingdom will never treat you badly or treat our allies in the east badly!"

Priest Thomas smiled. He saw Chief Mozzi's doubts and continued to explain.

"As long as the Short Spear tribe converts to the main god, the kingdom's priests will come to guide you in farming and help you build a city-state! And the kingdom's fleet will continue to bring wealth and make your tribe prosperous!"

"Farming? Building cities? Bringing wealth?"

Chief Mozzi curled his lips and shook his head in reply.

"Tomat, my brother, the life of the tribe is very good! Everyone is used to a life of moving from time to time. There is no need to make a circle of stones to surround ourselves like the people in the northern city-states. I heard that the northern city-states People who pursue gems and carry them into the grave when they die are simply stupider than grass rats! Those so-called wealth can't be eaten, drunk, and can't be used for fighting. It's useless to have so much!"

Hearing this, Priest Tomat's eyes flashed. He looked at Chief Mozi, who had already had an idea, and asked with a smile.

"Oh? Brother Mozzi, what do you want? You can tell me directly!"

"Haha, it's great! When brothers meet, there is no need to be like a water snake, circling around in the water! I'll just say it straight."

Chief Mozi raised his clay cup and drank another glass of blood wine. He licked his lips, feeling the blood and sweet taste, and his body felt warm. Then, he pulled off his collar, patted his strong chest hard, and shouted loudly.

"Thomat, my brother, my ally. I want your axe, your spear! I want your bow, and your armor! If possible, I want your ship!"

"Witness the ancestors! As long as you have these things, let alone conversions and supplies, even the lives of tribal warriors, I can exchange them for you!"