Beiyang new warlord

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1 people, hundreds of meters, the short distance seems to have traveled for more than a century, and finally all the warriors of the six races disappeared from sight, and the four of them, even Mao Xingjian, couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief from the bottom of their hearts. Wet with sweat, they quickened their pace even more in a hurry, and disappeared into the flat Snake River Great Plains.

If the dense jungle of the Rocky Mountains and the flat and fertile Snake River Plain show the richness and peace of the New World, then the next journey will undoubtedly reveal the change and cruelty of the New World. Crossing the plain, the next step is The broken and rugged hills on the edge of the Great Basin belonged to the seabed of the Mediterranean Sea in North America 500 million years ago. The dry salinity made the vegetation more and more sparse. Moving forward, it is even more known as the sea of ​​death. Salt desert.

The grit mixed with salt was hit from the back with the cold wind and scraped on the face. The taste was like a small knife cutting into the flesh one by one. What tortured people was thirst. Song Yongzhong reminded that each person brought two bags of water before entering the desert, but the difficult trek did not know how long it would take. Everyone could only save a few sips in the morning and evening, and a huge crack bloomed on Mao Xingjian's lips.

After trekking for thousands of kilometers, I don't know how many days, but a large lake with jagged lights suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and my head was dizzy. Mao Xingjian rushed up excitedly, and suddenly slammed into his mouth. He took a sip, but immediately, his face changed drastically and he spit out the water again.

The water of the Great Salt Lake carries the last bit of wind and smoke from the North American Mediterranean, which is amazingly salty and bitter!

The last bit of water was exhausted in this bitter journey. What was even more frustrating was that halfway around the lake, the overwhelmed North American steer also wailed and fell to the ground.

Looking helplessly at the steer that fell to the ground, he suddenly picked up a bag from the ox's back bag, and Mao Xingjian walked unsteadily in front again.

After walking like this for two days without water, just when Mao Xingjian felt that he was going to die here, a majestic distant mountain with a snowy field all over the mountain finally appeared in front of him.

The raging fire licked the jar, and the rice soup rolled in the snowy water, making the prince who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth feel that the rice porridge was also so sweet for the first time in his life.

However, the rest of the journey was not very comfortable. It took more than three days to climb up the rugged rock wall before arriving at the Black Hoof Mouth, a sacred place for the Indians in the west, and the Gannett Peak Mountain on which the later generations of Salt Lake City rely. Waist Solca Cliffs.

The altitude here has exceeded 3000 meters. Every breath consumes one's physical strength and will, and white smoke is exhaled from the mouth. On the steep slope of nearly tens of degrees, a mountain road finally came into view. Bisu, A The Patches are several times more exquisite. The lifelike totem poles carved into one animal after another stacked together are painted with brilliant paint and stand on both sides of the road. There are almost all the totems of the tribes in the North American continent.

On the Internet, it is like a honeycomb, a residential temple built on a rock wall.

The North American Indians in history also had a brilliant civilization, built a dense city fortress, and a country may have appeared. The relics left over from the Great Basin and the desolate Colorado Plateau in later generations recorded all of this, but at the handover of the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties At about the same time, the civilization of the Indians in North America suddenly took a turn for the worse, cities were abandoned, and farmland was barren. For some unknown reason, the Indians forgot their technology and once again lived a life of hunting and slash-and-burn farming.

Here should be a record of the glory of the North American Indians in that era. At the bottom of the cliff, a man is wearing animal skins, a totem hat made of a mountain eagle that has been completely disappointed and dried up, and the leather sleeves on both arms are full of feathers. , the Sky Witch like wings received Mao Xingjian and his party.

Entering from the innermost hole, the temperature suddenly became more than ten degrees warmer than the outside. Stepping on a carpet made of dry velvet grass, one goes up a series of pouring mud embryo stairs. Along the way, there are all kinds of pottery totems. , a variety of patterns exude a mysterious brilliance in the natural cave walls.

Here, the images of all the gods in the spiritual world of the North American Indians are vividly displayed.

The number of Tianwu is very small, there are only a dozen or so in total. After walking several floors in a row, I saw a few on the top floor, either meditating, or drawing new pottery, and continuing to splice the spiritual world of Indians. Different from the secularization of the Central Plains and the sacredness that has been repeatedly pushed up by careerist rebels, these people are devoted to the worship of gods, almost completely ignoring secular affairs, and their production is also particularly mysterious, coming from various tribes , the farthest even reaches the east coast, and no one is selected. As long as the people in the tribe suddenly feel the call of God, they will travel thousands of miles to the holy mountain in the revelation. On the way, only one person in a hundred One can live here.

Tianwu are a group of true hermits.

It is precisely because of this that Tianwu has such an influence in the world of North American Indians, but this time, it is only because of their rare intervention in the world, and only a few words, Snake City suffered this catastrophe!

There are several holy places like this in North America, and this is the most important holy place on the west coast.

Here, Mao Xingjian unexpectedly ran into an old acquaintance again, the Shoshone wizard chief who held three cobra heads tied into a staff, Snake Eagle!

The old guy's face seemed particularly ugly, and the staff was waving loudly to persuade him, while the old sky witch with a goshawk totem on his head and a beard as long as a druid in the movie was Can't help shaking his head.

Hearing the sound of footsteps on the stairs, the two turned their heads suddenly at the same time, seeing that Mao Xingjian also had a weathered face, and the Snake Eagle showed a particularly fierce gaze!

Chapter 826. The Prince's Chapter: Killing the Gods!

Even the primitive Indians cannot do without political struggles, and even the celestial witches who have no other distractions cannot do without selfishness. A series of complicated struggles are actually vividly displayed in the small meetings of these three people.

The first is the Snake Eagle, which represents the power of the traditional totem wizard in the tribe. The Sioux believe in the corn totem, so after Mao Xingjian brought rice and wheat, the Sioux did not reject him, but the Shoshone believed in the rattlesnake totem , believe in several animal gods representing hunting, when Mao Xingjian entered the six tribes in the south with a large harvest of rice and wheat, their status was shaken!

Among the tribes, the power of wizards is even higher than that of war chiefs.

I have to admit that Snake Eagle made a compromise. He invited Mao Xingjian to meet the Heavenly Witch, which also showed the equal status of the three gods of corn and many gods who hunted and killed animals. But this opportunity was rejected by Mao Xingjian, so he became an old wizard irresistibly. The opposite of Snake City suffered a devastating blow.

Here, he also didn't want Mao Xingjian to get Tianwu's understanding and rise again.

As celestial witches, the hermits who have never cared about worldly affairs, this time unexpectedly in the name of the supreme god Changshengtian, instigated all tribes to attack Snake City. It is also the spread of the three gods of corn, which has touched the authority of their supreme god, And Mao Xingjian even refused their summons, showing his rebelliousness. As the representatives of the supreme god Changshengtian, of course they would launch this war of faith.

But this time, Mao Xingjian has come all the way. Even the belief of the three corn gods he brought will bow to Changshengtian. After the three corn gods surrendered, the status of Tianwu will be even higher!So the Old Heavenly Witch ignored Snake Eagle's provocation. After seeing Mao Xingjian, he directly stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation towards the road leading to the last cave room on the top of the mountain.

Right in front of you is the highest place of faith for the North American Indians in the entire west. As long as you walk up this step and kneel in front of the holy relics of these North American Indians to repent, you can regain this exiled status and regain the name of ruling the Indians. At the invitation of the Heavenly Witch, Mao Xingjian walked up the last flight of stairs tremblingly, wrapped in a thick traditional Indian cloak.

Facing the east, there is a hole in the middle of the outhouse wall made of wood and mud. Under the strong light from the skylight, several circular green plants come into Mao Xingjian's eyes. Nature is so magical, so In the high and cold altitude area, round green plants grow tenaciously in the crevices of the rocks, and even the largest round green fleshy mass in the middle even blooms a pale pink flower.

This is the holy relic of the North American Indians!In Mao Jue's time, in China, this thing was called Wuyuyu.

Although this is just a small group of succulents, the special chemical elements contained in the black feather jade have a strong illusion effect!After taking it slightly, people fell into hallucinations, which made the Indians who believed in gods think that they had found a channel to communicate with gods.

The Tianwu seldom spoke. Years of meditation and isolation made them taciturn all year round. Facing the ball of black feather jade, the big Tianwu who led the way only made a gesture of eating with his hands.

Under the helpless and sinister eyes of the snake eagle in his strokes, Mao Xingjian was also taciturn, and grabbed the succulent with trembling arms.

wow~

In an instant, only the top floor of the holy land where the mountain wind howled was silent, and time and space seemed to be frozen. Under the incredible eyes of the big sky witch, the two sky witches who came up, and the snake eagle, Mao Xingjian did not reach out to pick it up. Take the holy object, but let go of it and mix it with rice, the grains of wheat fall down crystal clear, like sand and stones, burying the little flower on the top.

"I still believe that what dominates people's hearts is not some high-ranking god, but a grain of real food. With food, people can multiply and live, and then worship some so-called gods. Without food, people will starve to death. , these gods are nothing but stone, wood, earthen pots, and beasts!"

Under those unbelievable gazes, Mao Xingjian stepped on his right foot hard, and there was another click, and several groups of black feather jade that had grown tenaciously in the cracks of the stone were crushed by him, and the green flower juice was stained. There are u all over his trousers, like sticky flesh and blood.

Finally, this made Snake Eagle react. He pointed his scepter at Mao Xingjian in ecstasy, and screamed wildly: "Blasphemy!!!"

It was as if the ancestral grave had been dug up, Da Tianwu suddenly pulled out the flint knife from his waist, and frantically rushed to cut off Mao Xingjian's neck.

"Bang~"

He was only a few meters away from Mao Xingjian, but unfortunately, under a loud noise, this short distance became a natural barrier, and a burst of red quickly released from the old Tianwu's chest. Without hesitation, the trigger was tapped continuously without mercy.

"Bang~ bang~ bang~ bang~"

Trembling and being hit by the gunfire, he couldn't help backing away. With the last shot, the lifeless old Tianwu simply rolled down the stairs. In the click business, the two reacted suddenly, and they were also Tianwu who drew his sword desperately. He was cut down from behind by the cold saber, and under the horrified eyes of the snake eagle, the two knights of the New World Expedition Team cruelly stabbed their twisted bodies with their knives.

"In addition to the principle of food, you have also taught me a truth, a truth that I have never agreed with my father before!"

Looking at the Snake Eagle Cup, he turned his head to look at himself again. Mao Xingjian's weather-beaten face was still so calm, and he shook his head heavily, which could even be called indifference.

"That means the weapon in your hand is sharp and powerful, and the reason you shout out is the loudest!"

His fingers squeezed the trigger hard again, and once again, the gunpowder burst into a deafening explosion in the small space.

"Bang~"

.........

This is destined to be a catastrophe for the spiritual world of North American Indians today. With a new cylinder, Mao Xingjian holding a revolver is like a classic gangster movie in later generations. He walked straight down and heard one by one. The heavenly witch who made a strange noise ran up in shock, but what he faced was the black muzzle of his gun.

"Bang~"

"Bang Bang~"

The flames flickered in the dark cliff cave along the way, and the sky witches rolled down one by one, carrying bloody sabers, and the two knights stabbed one by one with great mercilessness. Make up two knives, this time, the state of etiquette has become a real thug, after killing people, Mao Xingjian also did it himself, lifted a heavy stone, and smashed the painted pottery one by one .

Amidst the crackling sounds, all kinds of gods, who had no one to worship, were crushed to pieces one by one by the flying stones.

A line was destroyed from the top to the bottom of a several-storey building. Mao Xingjian did not let go of those totem poles. Several people pulled them down one by one with rope covers. Under the barbecue of a lighter, the dried wood quickly ignited A raging fire broke out, and the statues of birds and beasts, which were the spiritual sustenance, were burned by the fire, and an astonishing heat wave and blazing flames quickly evaporated.

It was exactly the same as the burning house in the catastrophe of Snake City that night.