The red sun headed to the west, casting a kaleidoscope of azure light across the sky. The seaside evenings were always extraordinarily magnificent. The Caribbean Sea, with its mighty splendor, swallowed the waters of the Great Grass River, its feet touching the shores of the Yucatan Peninsula. Dozens of Maya clans flourished and fell on this northern peninsula, thriving and perishing through the ages.
"The Aztecs and Putun reached an agreent so quickly, it’s like a predatory alliance of wolves and tigers!... The barbaric aura is overwhelming, surging northward like a tide..."
Observing these "barbaric" tribespeople trading, Tikalo, the Mayan rchant, covertly smirked and inexplicably sighed. He dutifully translated every word of the transaction between the parties, his eyes slightly drooping, plotting sothing unknown.
"Good, very good! Dart Mokai, the Chief Divine will watch over you! Here, put on this Sun Amu... uh!"
Looking at the young, strong tribal warrior, Priest Tomate was very pleased. He reached into his robe, searching briefly before rembering that he had already given the Sun Amulet to soone else. But it didn’t matter; there were plenty more on the ship. Tomate glanced towards the ship, pondered briefly, and then called over Huitu Puapu.
"Praise the Chief Divine! Captain Pu, I have sworn a blood oath with Chieftain Short Spear Moqi and reached an agreent to exchange surplus weapons from the ship for eighty tribal warriors from the Putun. When we reach Snake Island of the Eastern Sea, the fleet must establish a foothold and leave enough manpower, so we must prepare in advance..."
"This rivermouth is a necessary passage for the subsequent fleets of the kingdom. I intend to establish a solid base here on the Yucatan Peninsula. Chieftain Moqi can supply the kingdom’s sailing fleets with food and water and fighting personnel! He is very important to us! And as long as the expansion of the Short Spear tribe reaches a certain size, it will inevitably impact the northern Maya city-states, causing disruption on the Yucatan Peninsula, which could be advantageous to us!"
"Uh?... Yeah. Priest Tomate, you are right."
Priest Tomate explained patiently for quite so ti, making the Gray Soil noble dizzy. Then, lowering his voice, he instructed.
"Captain Pu, go get a set of the kingdom’s bronze cloth armor. I want to gift it to the chieftain!"
"What? Give him precious bronze armor?!"
"Yes! Chieftain Moqi has pledged to the Chief Divine and is very important to us!"
Tomate nodded affirmatively.
"The kingdom must ensure he doesn’t inexplicably die in the upcoming battles. If that happens, finding another Putun chieftain willing to trade won’t necessarily be easy! ... Oh, and arrange for two kingdom’s warriors to stay here, get familiar with the local situation, and also learn so Maya language."
"... Alright! You make sense, we’ll do as you say!"
Puapu pursed his lips, grumbling internally. The Tomato Priest loved to wave the scriptures and create all these issues. Returning to the ship, he quietly communicated with the old militia.
"... What to do?"
"What else can we do? He’s already set his presence there, and isn’t wrong, so we just follow his lead!"
"OK. Then I’ll pick two people! Peika, Peiqiu, you brothers pack up and follow . Stay with the Putun tribe for a while, and quickly learn their language... What, you’re asking when you’ll be picked up? Wait ’til the fleet returns from Snake Island and then we’ll see!"
Shortly afterward, Puapu returned with a set of bronze dium armor and two kingdom’s warriors with bitter expressions, handing them to Tomato Priest.
"Haha! Brother Moqi. You gifted with a trusted aide, and I also present you with a deity-given war armor, so you stand invincible and unshakable on the battlefield!"
Priest Tomate acted swiftly, grabbing Chieftain Moqi’s arm tightly, making the latter flinch. Then, he solemnly handed the bronze cloth armor to Chieftain Moqi.
"Praise the Chief Divine! He bestows the invincible armor upon the devout warriors!"
"Praise the Chief Divine! Praise His armor!"
Chieftain Moqi touched the copper armor, his expression changing. He eagerly donned the heavy armor, pounding it with his fist, feeling the clangorous impact, his face filled with surprise and delight.
"Brother Tomate! You are truly my great brother! With such armor, I can charge freely!... Good, good!"
Chieftain Moqi praised repeatedly, testing with a short dagger for a while before satisfactorily removing the armor, sweat already appearing on his back. The March weather wasn’t yet too hot; co the fiery August, under the blazing sun, even the strongest tribal warrior could only wear armor for a few quarters before needing to quickly take it off!
"Haha, the Chief Divine protects the kingdom! Brother Moqi, the kingdom has thousands of such deity-given armors! The Short Spear tribe has pledged loyalty to the Chief Divine. When the kingdom’s priests and craftsn arrive, they will guide you in weapon making and equipnt maintenance. One day, the Short Spear tribe could also produce deity-given weapons and armors!"
Priest Tomate, smiling, painted a picture of a future filled with bountiful maize cakes.
Chieftain Moqi nodded excitedly, imagining a brighter future for the tribe. After pondering for a mont, he grinned and said.
"Priest Tomate, when you ca last ti, you gifted a hundred bronze axes... I’ll give you twenty more tribal warriors, both as compensation and an apology! You look at the distant eagle, while I focus on the wolf at hand. The eagle flies high, the wolf runs alongside, together attacking prey, sharing the enemy’s heart!..."
At this, the strong Chieftain Moqi extended his wounded right hand, grasping Priest Tomate’s hand tightly once more. This ti, sincerity sparkled in his eyes.
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