Chapter 858 The Second Kingdom Exploration, Before Leaving

The starry night sky enveloped the vast camp. Little bonfires raise invisible smoke. Everywhere in the entire Red Crow "city", the fragrance of food is wafting. The diffuse and blending atmosphere is like an open-air barbecue on the whole street.

"Sh...it smells so good!...What kind of chief is this? You don't even care about dinner..."

Chivako, an old militiaman, sniffed, swallowed, and touched his hungry stomach. While muttering, he walked towards Chippawa's hut, while greeting the absent-minded Priest Mecate.

"Mekart...Mekart!"

"Ah! Huh?"

Priest Mecate looked around nervously, as if he had just woken up from a dream. He didn't heave a sigh of relief until he turned his head and saw the old face of the old militiaman leaning over to look at him.

"Lord God! Captain Qi... so it's you..."

"What were you thinking just now?"

"No!...I didn't think..."

Hearing this, the old militiaman raised his eyebrows. He glanced at Meccat's pale face, and didn't say anything, just asked about the conversation not long ago.

"What nonsense did you talk about just now? What dagger, name, Your Majesty?...The masked female chief's eyes turned red afterwards, like a female leopard about to bite..."

"I didn't, it wasn't me! ...uh..."

"Speak! There is no one else. Let me think for you..."

"Um…"

Priest Mecate pulled his hair in a rare way, and directly pulled a bunch of it off. With a confused face, he revealed his heart in distress.

"Lord God! It's so strange... This female chief of the wasteland, she seems to have known His Majesty ten years ago... She also has a dagger with His Majesty's name engraved on it, which seems to be given to her by His Majesty..."

"Ah? A dagger with your name engraved on it, given by His Majesty?..."

Hearing this, the old militiaman's eyes widened, and he immediately imagined many plots.

"The blind man! . . . he's everywhere . . . "

"Shh!... Captain Qi! You can't talk nonsense with the crew when you return to the camp about this matter!"

"I know!...One male and one female, two leopards, either biting or barking!...I looked at the expression of the female chief, and reckoned that it should be the same thing..."

"Well!…"

Hearing this, Priest Mecate sweated on his forehead. He looked left and right, then stretched out his hand fiercely, and blocked the mouth of the old militiaman.

"Damn it! Shut up too! Where did this nonsense come from? Let the terrible female chief hear it, and we will never go back!..."

"I made it up myself, so you can tell me it's right!..."

The two returned to the hut, and the crew had already prepared dinner. They had a feast of corn and pumpkin, and some fresh fish from the lake. The food in Red Crow City doesn't seem to be in short supply, at least the soldiers have enough to eat. The wasteland warrior Chippawa was not in the camp, and he did not know where he went.

The starry night revolves, and there is nothing to say all night. Until the early morning of the next day, a group of dog descendants rushed from the king's tent in the center to guard everyone and not allow them to wander around. Afterwards, a team of hundreds of dog descendants, holding spears and copper axes, carrying bows and arrows and throwing spears, assembled in the large square where the Red Crow City sacrificed!

The old militiaman Chihuaco watched from a distance, only seeing the female chieftain wearing a mask, boarding the high platform for sacrifice. Then, a powerful dog-born captain knelt down in front of the high platform and saluted the female chieftain on the high platform.

Further back, the masked female chief shouted loudly and took down the big bow from behind. She aimed at the big bird flying in the sky, and suddenly shot an arrow, and the bird fell in response to the sound, which was like a magic shot!

Seeing the bravery of the female chieftain, thousands of dog-born warriors cheered excitedly. And listening to the slogan they shouted, it was clearly a title that was repeated over and over again.

"Falconer, Alan! Eagleshooter, Alan! . . . "

"Ancestral witness! The gods bless you! You must be prepared!..."

Alan raised his head proudly, raised the big bow in his hand, and shouted loudly to declare.

"After the autumn harvest! The tribal army will go north again to conquer the tribes of Koavek! We will clear the south bank of the Bravo River and go deep into the upper reaches of the long river, so that every tribe we encounter will surrender to our army! They will surrender Women, hand over the young man, hand over the harvested food, as a reward for the warriors fighting bravely!  …”

"And when the Northern Expedition returns, I will build ten more elite centurions and exempt them from paying tribute! And the captains of these centurions will be the ten most outstanding warriors with the most military exploits! ... Aww!"

"Aww! Roar!..."

The wild cheers and howls of the dog descendants came from afar, sending a chill down the back of the old militiamen. He searched for a while, and finally saw his son among the tattooed captains. The wilderness warrior Chippawa blushed, waved his arms wildly, and roared wilder than anyone else.

"Hey! This idiot..."

The old militiaman sighed, shrank his neck, and returned to the hut. And it wasn't until the evening of this day that the wasteland warrior Chippawa returned from the center of the camp, smelling of alcohol.

"Hi! Daddy, you haven't had dinner yet?"

"Eat, eat, eat! You know how to eat!"

The old militiaman stared at Chipawa, who had a red face and messy short hair, and asked in a deep voice.

"What are you doing all day?"

"Hi!... Sister Alan summoned the warrior captains of all the tribes... and said that after the autumn harvest, we will go north to crusade against the tribes on the south bank of the great river... Haha! This time, we will not only plunder, but also let the dozen or twenty Koaweik tribes, Thoroughly, into the rule of the Red Crow clan!..."

"Hey! Some people are going to fight now! I can't say, I have to keep chasing them, chasing them, chasing them for hundreds of thousands of miles...until they can't run away and kneel down to us!..."

The wilderness warrior Chippawa smiled triumphantly, as if he regarded the fight in the Northern Expedition as a long-distance race for success. The old militiaman pursed his lips, trying to persuade him, but he knew it was futile.

"Haha! There is going to be another war!..."

Chippawa, the wasteland warrior, was so elated, and smiled for a while. Then, he seemed to remember something, and asked with some doubts.

"Father! What did you guys... tell Miss Alan yesterday?"

"Uh, just talked about the kingdom...what's the matter?"

"She's a little weird today, she feels different!..."

"What's the difference?"

"It's like... It's like there are flames in the eyes. When people see it, they can't help but want to bow their heads. When she walks in the morning, there is a raging wind. The momentum is like riding on the back of a bison. It’s like running up!…”

Hearing this, the old militiaman and Meccat looked at each other, and both of them had some guesses, but they couldn't figure it out.

"Well... Chief Alan, did you say, when will we see you again?"

"ah?"

The wasteland warrior Chippawa was stunned, thought for a while, and shook his head vigorously.

"It's gone! Sister Alan is very busy. She said, 'I've seen it, trust you, don't see you again!' Then, we can go! ... Yes! She asked me to escort you south, and her two Together, we will reach Otter City, eight hundred miles away!"

"Oh! That's right! She also said that you should keep the three injured sailors as agreed! The tribe will take care of them and arrange everything!..."

"Well. They are your fellow countrymen, and you have to take care of one or two..."

"I know! The Prepeca people living in the north are very united..."

"Huh! Lord God! Can we finally go?"

Hearing this arrangement, the old militiaman and Priest Mecate breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The old militiaman rubbed his chin and glanced at the large tent under the Red Crow banner in the center. He thought secretly for a while, then smiled on his old face, and then looked at his son.

"Next, we have to take a boat by water!... How long will it take to go south to Otter City from here?"

"If you take a boat... from Red Crow City to the mouth of the Heron River, it is said to be 400 miles, so it is calculated as seven days. From Haikou to Otter City, it seems to be 600 miles, and it is estimated to be ten days? Then add it up, that is , that is... sixteen seven eight days!"

The wasteland warrior Chippawa touched his chin and carefully snapped his fingers. Afterwards, he was elated and said filially.

"Father! When I get to Otter City, I'm going to meet the great chief and explain the arrangements for the Northern Expedition for Sister Alan! As for you, just go south by yourself! I'll give you everything, obedient Vastec sailor... "