Chapter 677 Hundreds of Years Ago, the Upper Reaches of the River

"Praise the Lord God, Huitzilopochtli! Die for God, fight for God!"

In the dark night, faced with the sudden siege from the wilderness tribe, Zuvalo's hands and feet were trembling and he was filled with fear. He stretched out his hand, grasped the sun hummingbird amulet on his chest, tried to muster the courage, and prayed and shouted loudly.

"Get ready, follow me and fight back to the ship!"

The location of the camp is not far from the docked fleet. He was ready for a fight. He wanted to lead the hundreds of warriors and sailors who landed, desperately broke through the hundreds of enemies surrounded on all sides, and returned to the ship overnight.

"Hmm? Huitzil-opochtli? Hummingbird, left? Chief Sage at the top?"

However, after hearing Zuvalo's prayers and shouts, a powerful leader wearing a feather crown and tattoos on his face walked out from among hundreds of tribal warriors holding a throwing spear. His eyes were sharp, staring at the sun hummingbird amulet around Zuvaro's neck, and looking at the other person's sacrificial robe painted with divine patterns, with confusion and surprise on his face. After several breaths, he finally spoke, but it was in the ancient Uto-Aztecan language.

"Huichol, Wixárika, Teopan. We, the Huichols, Teopan, follow the guidance of the blood and the eagle. So do you, the tribes on the ship. A branch of the Huichol people, following the guidance of the divine hummingbird?”

After hearing the leader's words, the new priest Zuvalo stood stunned on the spot. Although the other party's language is strange, it is understandable. It is even closer to Mexica than the Prepecha language in the Lake District. Zuvalo's thoughts raced and he remembered the story about the origin of all races in Shenwei University. Then he hesitantly lowered the bronze spear in his hand and asked in Mexica.

"Friends, we are from the Mexica Alliance. The alliance was originally a tribe from Aztlan. We follow the guidance of the sun and hummingbirds, and believe in the supreme god who holds lightning and throws spears. Are you Huichol people? Where are you from? ?”

"The God of War who believes in the sun and hummingbirds, wields lightning and throws spears? Sees the God of War as the Father God? It's really strange. However, the God of War with lightning is indeed one of the gods!"

Upon hearing Zuvalo's description, Visaka, the leader of the Torpan tribe, raised his eyebrows. He pondered for a while, and then carefully observed the kingdom warriors in the camp, their sophisticated weapons and equipment, and their expressions of fighting to the death. After a moment, Visaka howled like a wolf twice, and the Tolpan warriors all lowered their stone spears, giving up the threat of attack and showing some goodwill.

"The Huichol tribe on the ship, I don't know where you come from, but we should have common ancestors and are not enemies! The god of lightning and spear-throwing war is one of the gods of the Huichol people in the mountains, and he is also a god of war. An ancient god. The sun father god Tayaupá, the rain mother god Nacawé, the eagle star god, the water snake cloud god, the scarlet death god, the corn goddess, and the war god holding lightning are all important gods."

Visaka opened his upper body suit, revealing the tattoo of the Sun Father on his chest. The sun is as broad as the ocean and emits light like waves. In the middle of the sun, there is a red heart tattooed on it.

"The gods watch the world and rule the red sky, earth and ocean together. And we Huichol people are the red hearts migrating along the rivers in the wilderness."

Zuvalo, the new priest, stared at the opponent's tattoo with his eyes widened. This worship of the red sun and heart seems to exist on the royal flag of the alliance and in the inheritance chart of the priests. He thought of something and his lips felt a little dry for a moment. After being silent for a while, he made an invitation.

"Friends from the Torpan tribe, we have never been hostile. I think we can sit down and have a good chat by the campfire."

The long night returned to silence, with low conversations ringing out from time to time. From inheritance, mythology, rituals, to gods, the two leaders from both sides chatted for a long time, and they increasingly felt some ancient closeness, but there were also practical differences.

It's like a forked river, flowing through hundreds of years, reflecting the same shadow of the past. But the scenery on both sides of the river has become completely different. Looking back, we can vaguely see the upper reaches of the river. And below the long river, the powerful Mexica Alliance has grown into a river and sea without realizing it!

Zuvalo was silent for a long time before he asked aloud under the light of the morning sun.

"Dear Chief Visaka, may I ask how many tribes there are in the Huichol people in the wilderness mountains now?"

Visaka touched his chin, the feather crest on his head swaying in the wind. His eyes flashed, watching Zuvalo's expression, and answered in a deep voice.

"The tribes move around, chasing prey and water plants for half the year, and planting corn and beans for the other half of the year. No one knows how many tribes there are in this wilderness of hundreds of thousands of miles. But like our Topan tribe, there are only one or two thousand people There are always twenty or thirty tribes. However, larger tribes cannot be supported in this wilderness and have to fight southward for more fertile valleys."

"The Guakili people in the southeastern plateau were once hostile to the tribes, and they fought and fought. But a few years ago, the cold wave went south, and the tribes suffered heavy casualties, and many of them lost contact. The large tribes of the Guakili people all gathered together and headed south. Migrated. I know that two large Huichol tribes have gone south to the territory of the Guakili people and mixed with the local tribes."

Hearing this, Zuvaro raised his eyebrows. Twenty or thirty tribes, each with one or two thousand people, that is a number of 40,000 to 50,000 people, plus more scattered small tribes, and several large tribes that migrated south, it is estimated that there are 70,000 to 80,000 people. This scale is not much compared with other tribes in the wilderness, but it is not small either. The land of the entire wilderness is still too barren.

As for the hunting and farming areas of the Huicho people, they are in the western and northern parts of the wilderness. In the southeast, they border the Sakaxcat land of the Guajiri people, which is rich in silverstone, and in the northwest, they have had contact with the Totomé people in the mountains. And such a migrating and warlike tribe actually has many similarities with the Alliance in terms of language and beliefs.

"Behind this similarity, perhaps there is a common origin, just hundreds of years ago. And if we can form an alliance with them and gradually assimilate the northwest of the kingdom in the world, we will really establish a truly stable stronghold on this northern route!"

Thinking of this, Zuvaro showed a sincere smile on his face. He reached into his bosom, pulled out a golden amulet of the sun hummingbird, and solemnly gave it to Visaka. This time he went north, he brought many such amulets and gave many away.

"Praise the Lord, Huitzilopochtli! He gave us a lightning-fast journey, thousands of miles away, to meet our ancient fellow tribesmen! Come, brother Visaka, let's have a good chat. Perhaps you can consider settling down at the mouth of the Tolpan River."

"The land at the mouth of this river is actually very fertile. As long as you master the skills of farming, you can get a stable grain harvest. And you can also fish along the coast at the mouth of the river. As for the skills of shipbuilding and fishing, the tribe on our ship can also teach you."

Hearing Zuvaro's story, the Visaka leader frowned, not showing joy, but alertness. He looked into Zuvaro's eyes and asked in a deep voice, word by word.

"Zuwaro, my friend. In the wilderness, there is never food that is free of cost. Hunters only release bait when they are hunting. Since you have shown so much goodwill to our Tolpan tribe, what do you want in return from us?"

Hearing this, the new priest Zuwaro lowered his eyes. After a long while, he looked at the leader of the Tolpan tribe and answered solemnly.

"The Supreme Lord God shines on the red world, from the plateaus and lowlands in the south to the Gobi Desert and mountains in the north! We will not force our distant fellow tribesmen, but will only bring you the glory of the Lord God, which is a prosperity and growth that you have never thought of."

"The price we need is to let the respected Lord God fall into your heart and become the only supreme god! From now on, the blood of the brother tribes will blend, and you will gradually become one with us"