Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Chapter 2143: Chapter 1557: The Place Where the Water Turns Black Is Called Black River! (3)

"Uh!..."

Zuwaro blinked and was momentarily speechless. Aguda’s murderous nature was truly worthy of the title "Fierce Tiger," yet it was far more ruthless than his own.

"Chief Divine, protect us! Aguda, ’robbing’ is an alternative plan. But when the time comes to act, it’s better to do it as little as possible!... Let’s first see the offers from those Forest Tribes, try to exchange with salt, gold, or ironware! If they demand too much, or refuse to sell horses and grain, or simply harbor malice against us... that’s the time to draw weapons and seize livestock!"

"Alright! Then we will head west first, and talk to the horse-raising tribes we encounter in the forest! Wu Xiong, you still lead the fifty people from the Du’erbi Tribe as their chieftain. We will go west to find food together, so your tribe can be well-fed all winter!"

"Roar! Food, food! Eat well in winter! Roar!!..."

Wudou Wen let out an excited bear roar, his facial muscles trembling, fiercely resembling a hungry bear. In the distant forest sea, similar bear roars could also be heard, having provoked the territory of the brown bears.

"Roar! Roar!..."

"??..."

Hearing the stirring low bear roar, Ali and Zuwaro shook their heads slightly, their bodies trembling. But Wudou Wen and Aguda’s eyes lit up as they looked suddenly towards the northeast, unable to help swallowing their saliva.

"Great Divine Spirit bears witness, a Blind Bear! Sounds like a brown one, at the northeast!... "

"Roar! That’s meat weighing at least four or five men! Meat!!..."

"Ancestor, let’s delay our departure by a day! Let me take some men to hunt this bear, then let the old and weak in the village properly preserve it..."

"Roar! I want to join too! The meat we get should be shared with me!"

"..."

The wind blows through the forest sea, eagles soar above the clouds. By the third day, when everyone had prepared warhorses and gear to set out west again, Wudou Wen was carrying a roasted bear paw, which was part of Aguda’s "hunting bounty." Meanwhile, Zuwaro’s face twitched as he looked at the roasted bear penis in his hand, mulled it over, and handed it to Ali.

"Here! Ali!"

"???"

"I’m in good health, I don’t need this! You’re older, and the journey is still long. You need to nourish your body well..."

"?!..."

Ali was speechless, not having a chance to refuse. Zuwaro already mounted his horse, its legs "trotting" lightly, heading to the front of the group. Even though his senior wife Maha Henü often taught him to ride and personally guided him... within just a year or two, his equestrian skills remained limited. This light trotting was already his limit.

Indeed, the Kingdom’s Warriors in the group had only a quarter of the skill level, not even sufficient to be mounted infantry, little better than walking. The Mountain Deer Tribe archers, however, had experience riding reindeer, making them much quicker learners. Perhaps, this is the hereditary gene of the tribes in Kamchatka~~

"Da-da!"

"Chief Divine, protect us! Speed up the march!"

The Niuman River flows westward, along the riverbank the trees are becoming ever sparser, and farther out in the forest sea, tigers roar and wolves howl. But when this two-legged dangerous group appeared, even the fiercest Northeast Tigers fell silent, leaving only the sound of marching hooves and footsteps, accompanied by the gushing water.

"Hua! Hua!..."

As the gushing river water turned into rushing river water, the wide and magnificent jade belt emerged from the southwestern horizon, where more humid vapor hit in from the front! Standing by the riverside looking ahead, the trees on the west bank had completely dwindled. A lush riverside swamp had come into view!

"Ancestor High Priest! Look at that Great River, see how the river sand rolls, the black surging river water!"

Ali supported himself with his legs and rose straight from his horse. His face showed excitement as he pointed towards the sparse tree swamp grassland on the west bank and laughingly said.

"Chief Divine, protect us! After trekking two to three thousand miles, traveling for two to three months, we have finally reached the midstream of the Huntong River!"

Upon hearing this, Zuwaro also smiled. The appearance of such a flat grassland signaled that they had finally arrived at their destination. And the tribes herding flocks would pursue the water and grass, ready to appear any time.

"Haha! Chief Divine, protect us! This place where rivers converge, with the river water flowing out black, is truly rare to see!... Let’s call it ’Black River’..."