Chapter 577 The Crying Road to the North

The summer is hot and the autumn wind blows. This is the node of death and harvest, like the yellowing grass in the mountains. Teams of canine warriors escorted hundreds of young Mixtecs, carrying looted property, on their way back north.

The same scene also appeared in the north of the Tehuacan Valley, which was the territory conquered by the Mexica. The resistance of all tribes turned into death and ashes.

In the valley further south, large groups of canine warriors wore leather armor, held bronze soldiers, and wore bone ornaments, running and patrolling. The howling of wolves echoed across the mountains and valleys, accompanied by the sounds of fighting that broke out from time to time. After a moment of fierce shouting, there was a dead silence.

At this time, the Mixtec prisoners who were busy digging holes would always pause for a moment, showing uncontrollable fear on their faces. Then, the whips of the soldiers from Shenshi City would be waved down mercilessly, urging the prisoners to continue. In every place where the valley tribes were destroyed, there was a bloody pit. In the pit, the bodies of the revered cloud priests, the noble warriors of the sacred city, and the humble village militia all overlapped and were gradually buried in the soil. After the bones were buried, the young and strong male and female captives would be selected, loaded with plundered tribal food and property, and embarked on the long road north.

As for the remaining old, weak and children, the Mexican warriors did not care and did not do any unnecessary killing. Jaguars in the jungle never spend unnecessary energy catching food that cannot be taken away. What's more, His Merciful Highness never likes killing, so the warriors under his command will naturally restrain themselves.

Groups of young captives were like trickling streams or like obedient deer, gathering from all over the valley until they reached Huacong Village in the north. Then, the deer gathered into a torrent of tens of thousands, stepping into the desolate land of Tlaxcala and heading to the more distant north.

"The north, what is it? I heard from the superior leader that it is also the territory of the northern barbarians. It is full of white-skinned snake people. Like the green-skinned jaguar people, they dig out the hearts and sacrifice them. They are extremely cruel. By the way, And a red-haired man-eating werewolf!”

The tribesman Didi lowered his head and glanced at the canine hunters carefully. Then, he looked towards the north of the plateau. It was a place he had never been before, like a deep black abyss under an ant nest.

"The leader often said that the north is the land of Tlaxcala, and the warriors wear white uniforms, claiming to be descendants of the serpent in the clouds. And the northwest is the land of the Aztecs, and the warriors wear dark green uniforms. War clothes, claiming to be ferocious jaguars. Only the south is the land of the ancient rain god! The warriors wearing blue battle clothes are the descendants of the rain god, conceived from the sacred tree in the clouds. Descendants of what kind of birds and beasts?”

Thinking of this, Didi shook her head in confusion. As a lower-level tribesman, he couldn't distinguish between so many things, and he didn't understand anything about divinity and birds and beasts. In the tribe, he always listened to the words of the leader. He bowed his head and worked hard in the fields all day long, and he never thought about it.

But now, he was captured by the red-haired barbarian and walked away for a long time. Along the way, many nobles and priests who were like gods were killed by the barbarians in front of his eyes, like turkeys in the village, and then buried by his own hands. But now, he is wearing the clothes of the leader, even stained with blood.

"No, the priests in the tribe will also sacrifice their hearts. Isn't that the same, as cruel as the barbarians?"

Didi, the ant citizen, was thinking wildly and even dared to question the leader's words. Inexplicably, there seemed to be something more in his heart, but he couldn't figure it out. However, the road ahead is still long, perhaps longer than he imagined, and there will always be a chance for him to understand.

"Woo, woo, rain god! That's, that's woo woo!"

Didi was walking with his head down, and the crying in the captive team suddenly became louder. Even the canine warriors couldn't stop it with their spears.

"ah!"

Shouts of fear echoed throughout the entire team. Many older prisoners knelt on the ground, facing forward, hanging their heads and crying in despair. Didi, along with them, also knelt on the ground and stared blankly ahead.

Not far ahead is the sacred Cloud Temple, where the legendary rain god and his servants live. But at this moment, next to the stone statue in front of the Yunzhong Temple, there is a tall Beijing temple.

Thousands of heads were piled together, rotting in the hot summer heat. But at the highest point, the large piece of head still has a sacred and bright feather crown, representing the immortal identity of the rain god priests!

At this moment, Didi's mind went blank. It was not a fear of death, but a fear that went beyond death and reached deep into the heart, a fear of the death of gods. The humble ant people lay on the ground, trembling, unable to believe it, unable to control themselves, just crying and murmuring.

"Ah! The priests of the Yunzhong Temple, the gentlemen who are bigger than the sky, are all dead? Ah! How could this happen! Ah!"

"Bah! You're crying like this, you're not even afraid of death. What a strange southern tribe!"

Hunter Chabo gritted his teeth, lowered the spear in his hand, took a "poof", and left the howling crowd. At this moment, these prisoners seemed to have lost their souls, like walking corpses, crying in despair and wailing wildly. Even the immediate threat of death could not stop them. At this moment, such a Mixtec man made even the experienced wilderness hunters feel deeply uneasy.

"Don't worry! They just cry for a while, and when they've cried enough, howled enough, and run out of energy, they'll go on the road again. These southern tribes regard the gods as more important than their own lives!"

Hunter Mi Kui looked at it for a while and shook his head in vain. However, he also held the spear tightly in his hand, keeping the hunter alert.

"Hey! This crying is really unlucky."

Hunter Cha Bo curled his lips. He tilted his head and looked at the Jingguan, which was not very scary to him, and then looked at the temple in the distance and the Black Wolf Guards stationed outside the temple.

"Huh? Mi Kui, you said that the powerful Black Wolf Chief is in this temple in the clouds?"

"Ah, no way? The powerful Black Wolf Chief should be leading a large army to plunder in the south of the valley. I heard that the chief has several thousand more surrendered soldiers, and they have been invincible all the way, and the fire has burned to the other side of the mountain range!"

"Hey, what's the use of a few thousand surrendered soldiers from the southern tribes. It's just that when attacking the city, they are driven to rush to the village. If there is a real battle in the field, two thousand elite legions can break them down!"

Hunter Cha Bo raised his head, somewhat disdainful of the combat effectiveness of the Mixteke surrendered soldiers. Then, he looked at the temple in the mountain again, imagined the wealth inside, and couldn't help licking his lips.

"Mi Kui, if the Black Wolf Chieftain was not here, why would there be the chieftain's guards at the door of the temple? The temples of the southern tribes are all very rich. If we can get in, we can just touch them."

"What?! Chabo, you can't do anything! The chieftain is really cruel in commanding the army. If you don't want to live, don't take me with you!"

Hearing this, the hunter Mi Kui was startled. He quickly covered Chabo's mouth and pulled him out a few steps. The captives' crying continued, covering up all the subsequent conversations.

Hunter Mi Kui pulled Chabo, whispered a few words, and pointed to the food basket carried by Didi. Chabo was stunned, lowered his voice, and asked something quickly. Mi Kui nodded affirmatively, and the two of them smiled and smiled happily.

"Good, really good, the Earth Mother is good! Mikui, my good brother, when we return to the flag team of the tribe, we will sell those things and let the flag team have a prosperous year!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Although the chieftain turned a blind eye, he will not be soft-hearted if the war priests accompanying the army find out!"

"Yes, you are right. However, the war priests of the Lord God will generally let it go and will not seriously investigate. We have robbed an axe and a spear with our own ability, why should we hand it over to the legion? Hey! The Black Wolf Chieftain is still good, the Earth Mother is good, better than the priests of the Lord God!"

The hunter Chabo was happy, and he shouted excitedly for a while, and even said some forbidden words. Then, he scratched his head, still a little strange.

"So many guards of the great chiefs, so many elite warriors. What exactly is in this cloud temple?"

"Who cares! Maybe it's some important sacrifice. The great chiefs value this the most."

Hunter Mi Kui didn't care. His eyes were always fixed on the back of the ant citizen Didi. Until Didi finished crying and stood up absent-mindedly, the heavy bamboo basket was still stable and did not fall at all.

"Well, this prisoner is not bad!"

Cha Bo and Mi Kui looked at each other and nodded with a smile. Then, two shrill wolf howls sounded from their mouths, which were breathtaking and also reached the ears of the crying captives.

"Awoo, awoo! The Rain God is dead! The Lord God is the Supreme! Let's go, turkeys, keep going north, let's go!"

Under the orders of the dog warriors, thousands of Mixtec captives staggered, stood up from the ground, and walked numbly to the north. At this moment, their eyes were full of dead silence, and there was no hope for the Rain God anymore. The land of death is rich in color, and the bones of dead gods are giving birth to new beliefs and new vitality.