Chapter 853 The Second Kingdom Exploration, Dad! This Is My Own Work

Chapter 853 The Second Kingdom Exploration, Dad! This is my own hand...

The midsummer wind is warm and the sky is bright. The longboat set sail again, leaving the camp of the Borsalos people, and rowing along the north shore of the Warrior Lake to the Red Crow City on the west shore of the lake.

The water is shimmering, and the sun is shining. The divine priest Mecart stood on the boat, looking at the wilderness priest Zudi waving on the shore, still feeling a little uneasy.

"Hey! Mecart, where is your outer robe?"

The old militiaman Chivako opened his eyes wide, looked at the Mecart priest who was only wearing a short coat, and then looked at the "brown bear" priest on the lakeshore, and asked curiously.

"Why are your clothes on that priest?"

"..."

The Mecart priest was silent for a while, pointed to the wooden amulet of the main god on his neck, and answered briefly.

"I exchanged my clothes for this amulet."

"What! You were cheated by that guy? Stop the boat! Let's go back!..."

"Uh... Captain Qi, I volunteered, I wasn't cheated by him..."

Priest Mecart held the amulet and sighed softly.

"This amulet can give birth to a son... Oh no! This amulet is a relic of a Mexica priest."

"Ah? You... really weren't cheated?..."

The old militiaman widened his eyes, looked at the somewhat depressed Priest Mecart, thought for a while, and comforted him.

"The priests in the wilderness look very honest and simple... In fact, when they cheat people, they don't even blink an eye... You haven't encountered it before, it's normal to be cheated, don't be stubborn..."

"Maybe! But I think this should be a relic..."

Priest Mecart lowered his head, stroked the accurate marks on the amulet, and shook his head gently.

"The priest of the wilderness told me... he found it on a corpse that had been gnawed by wolves. And that corpse was near the copper mine in the north... it was killed by someone."

Hearing this, the old militiaman looked solemn. He pondered for a moment, glanced at the dog warrior rowing the boat, and lowered his voice.

"What do you mean?... Red Crow Tribe?"

"Yes."

Priest Mecart nodded, his movements were very light, and his voice was also very light.

"He said... several priests from the Alliance came to preach before, and he heard about the Lord God from that. But these priests said that the Lord God is the supreme god, even the only god, and you must devote your body and mind devoutly and follow the doctrine..."

"The doctrines taught by the priests of the Alliance are not very suitable for the appetite of the wilderness tribes, and few people listen. Later, they developed some believers from the tribes and told the believers to devoutly follow the will of the Lord God. The will of God is higher than the tribe..."

"Ah?"

Hearing this, the old militiaman was startled and keenly smelled the danger.

"Then what?"

"Then they disappeared inexplicably and died... Then, the belief in the main god of the wilderness was what we heard this morning."

"Ah this!"

The old militia pursed his lips and looked at Priest Mecart for a while. Then, he asked in a low voice.

"Who do you think it is?"

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Priest Mecart thought for a while before answering meaningfully.

"Chief Red Crow of the Red Crow Tribe is not an ordinary dog ​​leader. He inherited the legacy of Chief Chichika, and he wants and wants much more than other leaders..."

The two fell silent at the same time. The old militia stood at the bow, watching the increasingly dense camps along the coast, and the increasing number of tribal warriors, and sighed softly.

"Hey! Another eagle on the grassland!... Chipawa stayed here... I'm afraid there will be no peaceful days!..."

Priest Mecart also turned his head and looked at the teams of tribal warriors carrying bronze spears and the bison leather armor on these warriors, his eyes became sharper.

"Manufacturing long bows, smelting lead and copper, making leather armor, forming a standing elite hundred-man team, recruiting a large number of tribal warriors... With the military strength of the Red Crow, I am afraid that no tribe in the northeast of the world can resist! If this force expands to the north, it will be fine, but if they turn to the south..."

"Their system is a duality of farming and hunting. Politically, it is a gradually centralized tribal alliance, and economically it relies on looting and farming. As they gradually take root along the Canglu River, the tribal population that can be supported will increase. The number of troops that can be mobilized will also increase rapidly..."

"The Lord God is a witness! This is a tribal alliance that is rapidly rising in the northeastern wilderness! More importantly, they learn very quickly. If they are given time..."

Priest Mekat thought silently and came to a decisive conclusion.

"I must personally report what I have seen and heard during this trip to His Majesty! We must deal with the Red Crow Tribe as soon as possible and establish a strong influence!... Or, we must raise an army as soon as possible and march thousands of miles north..."

"We're here! This is Red Crow City! It's the nest we built with our own hands!"

The longboat "banged" onto the mudflat, and the desert warrior Chipawa jumped onto the shore with excitement. He pointed to the densely packed tribal camps, the vast lakeside farmland, and the endless wooden fence not far away, and asked proudly.

"How is it! Pretty good, right!"

"Ah?..."

Hearing his son's question, the old militiaman Chivako widened his eyes and trembled his eyebrows. He looked at the large flat camp and farmland, and was stunned for a long time, but couldn't find the location of "Red Crow City". Finally, he saw a little trace of the village from the simple wooden fence and the high-hanging Red Crow flag. As for the so-called "city"?

"Uh... Very good! Such a big... village!... Um! Red Crow Village!..."

Hearing this, the desert warrior Chipawa scratched his head, recalled for a while, and replied in a low voice.

"Uh... Dad, this is indeed a little bit worse than King Qin Congcan..."

"What? A little bit?"

"But! But!"

The desert warrior Chipawa raised his head, patted his chest hard, and declared confidently.

"This is our city! It will also be the largest city in the entire endless northern wilderness!"

"Good! Great!"

Looking at his confident son, the old militia pursed his lips. He was relieved and nodded vigorously.

"Good son! Is that tall tent the tent of the leader here? Shall we go directly there?"

"No, let's not go there yet! I have sent Jaka to report to Sister Alan. It will probably be evening before her guards come to take us there... As for now..."

Good son Chipawa pulled his hair, thought about it, and smiled.

"Dad! There is still time now! I'll take you to see a place!"

"Ah? What place?"

"A good place!"

As he said that, good son Chipawa led everyone to climb a hill on the west bank of Warrior Lake. From here, the entire Red Crow City, the farmland and camps stretching for more than ten miles, can be clearly seen. Then, son Chipawa took the old militia to the top of the hill. After searching for a while, he excitedly pointed to three mounds and shouted to his father.

"Dad! Look! Look!"

"Huh? What is this? A few small mounds?"

"This is the grave I dug for you with my own hands!..."