"You all! Listen more to the situation in the South, don't just look at what's in front of you! The xica's Great Chief of the Cactus has summoned the Great Chief of the God of Death and taken him southward to fight! And Balamo, the God of Death's Great Chief dog, has long lost his dog leash and turned into a greedy and ambitious wild wolf... I've always been wary of him, just like I'm wary of a Hunter prowling around my doorstep!…"
"His Guajili Tribe and Bosalos Tribe under him have always been acquainted, even familiar, with each of our Tribes. If given the chance, he could easily steal our base and annex our hundreds of thousands of Tribes…"
"As long as he consus us, he transforms from a dangerous wild wolf into a truly powerful brown bear! By then, he would occupy this vast Wilderness and Prairie, commanding tens of thousands of Wilderness and Prairie Tribes, and even the Great Chief of the God of Death might find it hard to control him!…"
"Ancestor! The Prairie Tribes that cannot be sustained, the escaping Silver Raven Alliance, the troubleso Totonac people, and the dangerous Qingqiu tribe! Hiss! This situation…"
Upon hearing the detailed analysis by Great Chief Amoxtli, both Moqi and Zucata fell silent. They finally realized that things have indeed beco quite challenging.
"Amo, you are under the protection of the Ancestors, recognized by the Divination of Zuma's Priest and acknowledged by both Heavenly Father and Earth Mother as the tribe's great chief!… You've always had a way, everyone trusts you! Tell us, what should we do this ti?…"
"What should we do? Ah… with tens of thousands more mouths, we can only move forward, taking one step at a ti!"
Amoxtli rubbed his forehead vigorously, seemingly aging a bit more. He focused on thinking for a while before speaking again.
"Ancestors bear witness! We lack food, so either we rob or… we borrow!"
"Ah? Borrow?… Who to borrow from? Who would lend us food?…"
"Ha! The Northern Prairie Tribes have faced a cold wave, and now are migrating southward, at their poorest and hungriest. We of course can only borrow from the South! Bring thirty thousand unsustainable tribes to the South, press along the Tampen River line, prepare for an expedition to raid, and anwhile borrow from the Qingqiu, Silver Raven, and Totonac Alliance in the South!…"
At this mont, Amoxtli squinted his eyes, looking towards the southern sky, finally revealing a bit of a Great Chief's sharpness. His voice was deep and hoarse, like the call of a crow, yet carrying the resilient taste of the Wilderness.
"Dispatch an envoy to borrow from the Qingqiu's Balamo! Tell him, lend us food this year, and we'll repay him two-fold next year… If he doesn't lend to us, we'll bring fifty thousand Warriors to his Qingqiu tribe to find food!…"
"Then send another envoy to borrow from Silver Raven's Papata! Tell him, we have encountered a cold wave and the whole tribe is starving! If he lends us food to get through this year, we won't attack him later. If he doesn't lend us food, we'll move a hundred thousand tribes southward, consuming their Vastec Tribe completely!…"
"Hmm, lastly send another envoy, to the farthest Totonac Female Chief, sailing from the sea! Just say…"
Amoxtli paused, pursed his lips, realizing they couldn't reach the Totonac. Then he switched to a tone of pleading and seriously instructed.
"Just say… implore the generous, powerful, and rciful Great Chief of the Serpent Mother! In the na of sharing the faith in the Chief Divine, in the na of Red Crow's longstanding respect for the Great Chief of the God of Death, beg her to lend us so food!…"
"We've heard the Totonac people are fighting in the East, we can send people to assist her in battle!… If she lends us food for three thousand people for a year, we'll send a thousand warriors to her. And if she's willing to lend us food for thirty thousand people for a year, we'll send ten thousand brave and fearless Prairie Tribes to fight in the East for the Totonac Alliance!"
"Of course, we don't have many ships, they need to send ships to transport the food here. Exchange food for manpower, one hand for food, the other for personnel!…"
Hearing these words, Moqi and Zucata exchanged glances, stunned in disbelief.
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