In the excitement of the two sons, Yun Tecao finally understood what was happening: the Sioux people, who had been oppressed by the royal tax collectors for a long time, finally stood up and resisted, they intercepted the tax collectors, and returned the looted belongings.

The eldest son, the sixteen-year-old "Tall Horse", waved a black triangular scarf and said, "Mom, I'm going to kill the white-skinned people with the moose, they say I'm strong, and I can exchange the head of the tax collector for the moose to become the secret medicine of the transcendent!"

Of course, Rub knew that his son was strong, and his father had a chance to compete for the title of warrior if he hadn't been stabbed to death in the alley.

But against those white-skinned people, Yun Hand Grass never thought about it, everyone was talking about how powerful the army was behind those who came from the Empire, how many countries had been destroyed, and if it angered them......

The second son, Ram's Horn, seemed to see his mother's hesitation, and hurriedly added: "Mom, you know the moose, his dream interpretation and divination are the most accurate, and he is blessed by the lake god. He dreamed that the Sioux banner would be replanted in Zidilan, and the red-haired would once again gallop across the plateau, and that we would be able to defeat the tax collectors who oppressed us and regain the glory of the Sioux. ”

Deep-seated fear flashed through her mind, and looking at her two sons, she made a decision, just like her husband had decided to participate in the Warrior Challenge.

"Gao Ma, I can't get the spirit plant that will help you become a transcendent, it's because I'm incompetent. Now you have a chance, and I won't stand in your way.

We are children of the plateau, we used to laugh, we are sad now, no one can laugh forever, and sadness will not be with us forever.

Go, kid fight for your honor.

As for your ram's horns, you are still too young, and honestly help me take care of my grandmother and your sister at home. ”

Gao Ma happily covered his face with a black triangular scarf, revealing only the black eyes under the red hair. The middle of the triangular scarf is brushed with a full hook of white dye, and it is worn on the face like a smile with the corners of the mouth upturned, ironic and weird.

Yun Shoucao and her three children went to the open space of the settlement, where a group of Sioux men, also wearing black triangular scarves, surrounded a long-haired man in his fifties with a vicissitudes of life.

Yun Shoucao knew him, a moose, a well-known sculptor who was deeply loved by the nearby tribesmen, many of whom had been helped by him, and who had been ostracized by the nobles of the city for preaching the revival of Sioux traditions.

The moose spoke loudly about the revelations they had received, and the Sioux rallied to get everything back from them.

The onlookers all took back their own taxes or robbed belongings from the moose and others, listened with gratitude to the moose to recall the glory of the Sioux people, denounced the current suffering, and called on everyone to join the anti-tax team.

A discordant voice rang out: "Moose, what if the Great Chief is against us killing the White Skins, and if the Grandmasters of the Elder Order are against it too? And the rich people in the city, who all made their fortunes by doing business with the White Skins, what if they don't let us kill the White Skins, or even kill us in turn?"

Moose laughed and responded: "Hahaha, you will always be so cowardly with curly tails, since we were children digging gerbil nests together, you are afraid of this and that." If what we're doing is wrong, who can say you're wrong, who can convict a Sioux, who can put a Sioux to death?"

Curly Tail whispered, "The Great Chief will say you're wrong, and the Council of Elders will judge sinners......"

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Curly Tail added, "I'm not wrong......"

Moose got the answer and continued: "Curly tail, it seems that you have really forgotten all the traditions of the Sioux people, and only the great god of the lake can guide our path, tell us what we have done wrong, and judge the sinners among us.

The Great Chief and the Elders are nothing more than spokesmen for the Lake God. After so many years, the lake god no longer appears, have you forgotten who is the real master!

The god of the lake will not sit idly by and watch her people being oppressed by those white skins, she tells us to resist, to drive the white skins out of the plateau!

If the Great Chiefs oppose us, if the Elders oppose us, or even if the Guardians oppose us, fear not, they are the lost lambs, and the lake gods will punish them personally. ”

The moose's words ignited everyone's enthusiasm, and he then threw out even more powerful words: "In my dream, the lake god gave me ten breakthrough potions, and told me that the potions would be given to the Sioux warriors who killed the tax collectors with their own hands.

Yesterday, just yesterday, these lads behind me killed ten tax collectors and drank the breakthrough potion rewarded by the god of the lake!

Today, they are all awakened!

This is a gift from the god of the lake!

In the future, the lake god will continue to reward us with breakthrough potions, and we will become stronger and stronger. ”

......

More and more Sioux people are pouring in from the surrounding settlements to get their taxes back and take their belongings.

Led by the moose, the tribesmen danced the traditional Sioux celebration dance to celebrate the harvest in the clearing.

The dance was solemn, and the clansmen formed a circle, a large circle and a small circle, layer after layer, and the new arrivals constantly formed a new circle in the outermost circle.

People thanked the god of the lake for the gift with a unified dance step, sang about the exploits of the god of the lake, the climax of the dance, the moose held six bottles of breakthrough elixir, and in the name of the god of the lake, it was given to the six Sioux youths who participated in today's siege of the tax team.

The Sioux love to dance.

They perform the Dance of the Plateau, using this solemn ritual to purify their tribesmen and ask the gods of the lake to grant them strength and endurance. They dance the dance of slaughter and sing the praises of the brave who kill their enemies. They dance the ghost dance in order to connect with their relatives who have left them and have gone to another world.

The gathering of thousands of people ended in the evening, and this time the moose took with them more than fifty able-bodied youths, and even a few transcendents joined the team that inspired the restoration of Sioux glory.

The hunt began in the eastern part of Lake Tesco and spread to the south and north, but news never reached the city of Zidilan. The tax collector did not know what had happened to the twenty-odd tax collection teams he had sent out.

Every night, a hooded man wearing a black triangular scarf with a white hook on it quietly finds the moose and hands him a small bag containing several glass bottles.

The moose received the packet and counted the number, and tomorrow the lake god will give the power of the eight young transcendents.

......

On the twelfth day after Jacques left the city of Zidiran, in the morning light, a horse galloped over the bridge and rushed to the gates of Zidiran.

As soon as the lazy guard opened the city gate, the horse took the opportunity to rush into the city, and the guard brisked himself to catch up and intercept him, only to find that the horse was dragging a bloody man behind him.

After chasing for dozens of meters, the guard finally cut the rope, the blood-red human body rolled on the ground a few times and stopped, and the horse burrowed into the alley without a trace.

The guard stepped forward and recognized the inhuman corpse as the chief of the tax collection team......

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