Aztec Eternals Chapter 647

The tide ebbs and flows, submerging the tidal flats on the shore, washing the soles of feet full of calluses. The Puton warriors stood on the seashore, holding up their shields and spears, and uttering bursts of beast roars and wolf howls.

However, in their demonstration and intimidation, the seven invading longships approached again, gradually approaching the coast. Dozens of canoes gathered again, and the tribal warriors on the boats raised their spears high, ready to fight.

On the coast, Moch, the chief of the Shortspear tribe, wears wooden armor, a brightly colored crest, and seven stubby throwing spears on his back. Standing in the center of the tribal warrior, he was watching the invaders from the sea. Beside him, there are hundreds of tribal warriors in wooden armor, each of them also throwing spears behind their backs.

The Short Spear Tribe is the strongest among the several large tribes of the Putun tribe in the prairie. They occupy the open meadows by the sea and the fertile lower reaches of the Great Grass River, and are named after the throwing "short spears". Most tribal warriors are good at throwing spears and darts, especially the elite tribal warriors, who can even hit running deer.

"Huh? This is..."

Chief Mozi squinted and looked at the kingdom fleet by the sea. The fleet approached for a while, then stopped again. Then, a canoe was put down from the big boat. Two sailors paddled their boats towards the crowd at the estuary. On the boat, stood an alien priest with a feather crown and white robe, holding a book, and a Mayan civilian with a slender head but no tattoos.

"Testimony of the gods! The respected Patriarch of Puton on the opposite side! We are the messengers of the fleet, we are from the Nava tribe in the west, and we have no hostility! We come with gifts, and we are willing to be your friends!"

Hundreds of steps away, the Mayan civilians on the ship raised their hands high, shouted hoarsely, and it was the standard northern city-state accent.

"City people?..."

Hearing the other party's accent, Chief Mozi frowned slightly, and was then attracted by the words behind.

"Nava tribe?!"

The Nawa Eastern Expedition five hundred years ago completely changed the pattern of the Mayan world and brought many Nawa tribes who moved eastward. Until now, in the jungles hundreds of miles to the west, there are still sporadic Nava tribes, who have also had contact with the various tribes of Puton. In the northern lowland city-states, there are many Nahuspeaking ethnic groups, all left over from the collapsed Toltec dynasty. Of course, as the barbarians among the Mayans, the tribes of Puton hunted in the vast grasslands and mountains in the middle, and they did not speak the Nahua language.

"Bring them here!"

A dozen tribal warriors swarmed up, holding shiny obsidian spears, spread out to watch the two who landed, and walked towards the strong chief. Priest Tomat wears a feather crown on his head, and his face is fearless and calm. The Mayan merchant Tikalo next to him was trembling and wanted to cry without tears. Even though he was full of reluctance, he stepped into the "savage" Puton clan step by step.

"A brave Nava priest, a timid Mayan commoner, what an interesting combination!"

Chief Mozi raised the corners of his mouth and became curious. But this is mere curiosity, not goodwill. He took off a sharp throwing spear, held it in his hand, and watched the two of them get closer and closer, until they were within ten steps!

"Ancestral Witness! Intruders will die under my spear!"

Chief Moqi gave a loud shout, raised his sharp short spear, and threw it forward without hesitation!

"Whoosh!"

The Mayan merchant Tikalo was shivering immediately, his knees were weak, and his body was half short. His back was sweating, and he blurted out a sentence when he remembered being tested by His Highness as a target.

"The Lord God bless!"

The spear roared, and within ten steps, it was too late to dodge. Priest Tommat closed his eyes, stood still, and prayed sternly. Then, he felt a chill on his scalp, and the feather crest on his head was shot down with precision by the spear. And he reached out and touched the top of his head, and he could vaguely feel his scalp. Obviously, he was bald. It was really just a moment of life and death.

"First Evolution"

Under the watchful eyes of the public, the feather crown, which symbolizes the priesthood, was shot down. Priest Tomat was almost alive, but it was too late to be afraid, and the anger in his heart was already rising. His eyes widened and he yelled loudly in the Nahua language.

"Chief of the Puton tribe! I came with the light of the Lord God and the goodwill of the Mexica Alliance! How dare you make a bold move and offend the majesty of the Lord God?... A powerful alliance rules the plateau, and the number of fierce warriors Tens of thousands! Don't let the scriptures of the Lord God fall from my hands!"

Hearing the angry scolding of Priest Tomat, the Mayan merchant's bright forehead suddenly burst into cold sweat. He couldn't wait to stand up straight, so he racked his brains and translated loudly.

"Respected Putun chief! This is the **** of war priest from the Menghu tribe, who came with piety and friendship! Why do you want to do something unprovoked and hurt the friendship of the honorable priest?... The powerful Menghu tribe rules the western Plateau, there are twenty times as many warriors as you! Please don't let the friendly priests down and draw the wrath of the gods!"

"The mighty Menghu tribe has twenty times as many warriors as us?"

Hearing this, Chief Moqi was a little sullen. He did not believe that there would be such a powerful tribe in the world. However, since the other party has seven large ships and hundreds of warriors who have sailed away, it should be certain that they are from a large Nava tribe. But why did such a tribe suddenly appear on the land of the tribe?

Chief Mozi pondered silently, carefully looking at Priest Tomat in front of him. Priest Tomat was still angry, gritted his teeth, and observed the Mayan chief in front of him. But after a while, the expressions of both sides were moved.

"The head is slightly longer, and there are tattoos on the face, but there are no cockfighting eyes and no trimmed teeth... The so-called divine characteristics of the Mayan nobles, there are not many on this chief's face! ..."

Priest Tomat shifted his gaze a little, and saw the other's strong arms, burly figure, and big rough feet. There is no doubt that the leader of the Puton tribe in front of him is also a powerful tribe warrior. This is completely different from the Mayan gods he has seen along the way.

Chief Mozi looked at the Nawa priest in front of him, and his eyes stopped for a while on the copper axe on the other side's waist. Then, with curiosity on his face, he became more serious. Such a strong priest is rare among the Maya tribes. He pondered for a while, then clenched his fist and hammered his chest hard, expressing the respect of the warrior.

"Priests of the Nahua, the gods have departed, no wrath, and no return! I threw my spear and called upon the spirit ancestors. Since you are not dead, you are not an intruder. Now, tell Me! Why did your fleet appear on our land?"

Hearing the Chief's words, Tikalo wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt a little relieved. As long as the other party is willing to talk, instead of slashing people as soon as they meet, then he has room to play his wits. He quickly made a slight modification, translated the chief's words, and reminded in a low voice.

"Meeting to throw a spear is not only an expression of intimidation, a display of extraordinary fighting skills, but also a test of your courage... Priest Thomas, the other party did not offend the Lord God, then our gift..."

Priest Tomat seemed unheard of. With majestic eyes, he looked directly into Chief Mozi's eyes and spoke loudly.

"The Mayan gods have long since left, but the Lord Nawa has just ascended to the top! She continues to perform miracles, and uses the guidance of divine revelation to lead an incomparably powerful alliance. Our fleet, from three thousand miles away, has We are not greedy for your land, and have no hostility towards you. We are here because we are guided by divine enlightenment, shoulder the sacred mission, and go to the Snake Island in the East China Sea!”

"Miracle? Divine Revelation?..."

Hearing this, Chief Mozi shook his head. Since the divine disaster, there has been no divine revelation in the hearts of the Puton ethnic groups. However, he could understand other devout tribes, so he asked curiously.

"Ancestor's testimony! You really came from three thousand miles away? Then what is your mission?"

"Testimony of the Lord God! We are going to the East China Sea, and prepare to face the white-skinned demons on Snake Island!"

Having said this, Priest Tommat looked firm and repeated the prediction of the white-skinned demon again. Chief Moqi was stunned for a moment, and his eyes widened. After a while, he came back to his senses and shook his head vigorously.

"The ancestors of the spirit have never enlightened us. But if there are invaders, no matter what they look like, we will fight against them!... Priest of the Menghu tribe, I respect your mission and respect you as well. Your piety and courage. You are a qualified warrior! However, if you have no other words, you can leave! Don't set foot on our land again!"

Priest Tomat gritted his teeth and pursed his lips, feeling a little frustrated. He leaned down, picked up the priest's feather crown on the ground, and put it back on his head. Then, he stared at the obsidian throwing spear on the ground, pondered a little, and straightened up again.

"Chief of the Puton tribe! One of the purposes of our fleet coming east is to convey the prophecy of the Lord God. Since you have listened to the divine revelation of the Lord God, you will receive the gift of the Lord God!"

Having said this, Priest Tomat reached into his arms, took out a cloth bag of gems, and handed it to Chief Mozi's personal guard. Then, he gritted his teeth, took off the fine copper axe from his waist, and handed it directly to Chief Mozi.

"Um?"

Chief Mozi glanced at the gems in the cloth bag, but there was no change in his face. The Shortspear tribe hardly traded with the city-states, and did not place much value on the gems favored by the gods. Afterwards, he took the bronze axe of Priest Tomat, touched the sharp axe blade, his fingers hurt slightly, and his eyes immediately froze.

"Hey! This axe..."

Chief Moqi turned over his palms, facing the bright sunlight, and was surprised when he saw his scratched fingers.

"What kind of axe is this? It's so sharp!"

"This is the axe given to the warrior by the Nava war god~www.mtlnovel.com~ is not only sharp, but also tough."

The Mayan merchant Ticarlo took the opportunity and said with a smile.

"And with such a god-given battle axe, tens of thousands of warriors of the Menghu tribe are all in one hand!"

Hearing this, Chief Mozi raised his eyebrows. Holding the obsidian spear, he hit the bronze battle axe with both hands.

"Bah!"

It was only a vigorous blow, and the tip of the short spear was missing a bit, while the blade of the battle axe was unscathed. Seeing this scene, the corners of Tikalo's mouth twitched up and he looked at Priest Tomat, who was also smiling. Afterwards, the two looked at the shocked Chief Mozi with anticipation in their eyes.

Chief Mozi's expression changed, and he lowered his head and thought for a while. After a while, he finally raised his head again, his eyes turned cold, and he pointed to the two of them.

"Take them down! Send another messenger to tell the Menghu tribe! Take a hundred battle axes bestowed by the gods in exchange for their war **** priest!"

Chapter end

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