The fiery red morning sun was somewhat distorted in the mist, but it still emitted true light and heat, so that everyone temporarily extinguished the conspiracy and calculation in their hearts, and only the joy and apprehension of the imminent meeting of the gods remained.

The tribes marched up the hill in an orderly manner, and no one made a sound, even if the sharp grass cut their arms or heels.

The hill was not high, and they soon saw Liu Zheng sitting cross-legged.

The morning sun was behind him, hanging high in the sky.

Yet his seated figure was higher than the rising sun and larger than the sky.

"God, your most faithful people, the people of the White Clay, have come to see you."

The white mud patriarch threw away the crutches in his hand, but his decayed body burst out with the strength of a jaguar warrior, and he knelt down in front of Liu Zheng from a distance of two meters.

"This cunning old thing." The three patriarchs behind scolded secretly and quickly fell to the ground.

The other tribes did the same, and the small hill was full of the remnants of Ramakat on their knees.

Liu Zheng was awakened by their movements, put away his efforts, and slowly stood up.

He hadn't eaten for seven days, and his body was a little weak, but his spirit was more full and mellow in the valley.

Liu Zheng slowly stood up, like a giant bear waking up from hibernation, and an overwhelming momentum spread out with his body, covering the entire mountaintop.

All the tribes gritted their teeth and endured it, believing that this was God's test, and only by enduring the test could they be qualified to listen to God's teachings.

Fortunately, those who can be brought to worship the gods are the elites of each tribe, and none of them can't support it.

Liu Zheng is quite satisfied, although he didn't deliberately target, but he can maintain his composure under Long Wei, and he can already be regarded as a real warrior on the battlefield of cold weapons.

"Did you notify the tribes that didn't come?" Liu Zheng asked.

A captive who had been rescued by Liu Zheng before said respectfully: "God, there are also the Poisonous Weed Tribe and the Black Water Tribe who are unwilling to come, they claim that you are just a liar or a false god. ”

He nodded his head and said to the tribes, "Know that whoever rebels against me will be destroyed from above in heaven and from under the earth." ”

Liu Zheng's expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, but everyone heard a killing intent as hard as ten thousand years of ice, and they trembled with fright.

They said in unison, "Whoever rebels against God is our enemy." ”

He removed the Bow of the Curtain, and the gorgeous carvings and magical aura caught everyone's attention.

"It will not be a mortal thing." They marveled in their hearts.

Liu Zhenglang said: "I came here for only three things, peace, peace, or fucking peace. ”

The word "fuck" is translated into a similar word in Ramacat, but the meaning is basically in place.

The gods spit fragrant breath in Mesoamerican mythology, and it is recorded in the classics that after the god of darkness was smashed into the sky by the god Quetzalcoatl, he soaked in the sea and cursed for three years, which can be called a complete collection of Mesoamerican swear words.

Therefore, everyone did not react to Liu Zheng's swearing, but felt that it was really interesting for the gods to speak.

He glanced over everyone's heads and asked, "You were once the largest kingdom on this continent, with huge temples and magnificent royal capitals. Your warriors are brave and skillful, your priests are knowledgeable, and your commoners are clothed in gold and silver. ”

As he recounted, the older people recalled the glory days of those years, revealing a look of nostalgia and pride.

Liu Zheng changed his words and said, "And now, your temples and priests have been burned, your civilians are not clothed, and your warriors are even killing each other, selling the defeated to the enemies who will destroy your country. ”

The tribes that had attacked other tribes lowered their heads in shame, and the Golden Leopard tribe was about to stick their heads into the soil.

He said loudly: "I have been entertained by the village of White Mud, and I have acceded to Haka's request, so that the kingdom of Ramaquat will be revived and barbaric and bloody. To this end, I will make three commandments. ”

The spirits of the crowd lifted up and they pricked up their ears to listen.

Liu Zheng pointed to a large stone and said, "One person from each tribe will move this stone to a distant place until you can't see people." ”

The tribes complied and moved the boulder out of sight.

He opened his bow, his fingers loosened, and three enchanted arrows shot out like meteors, disappearing from view.

"First, all actions are under my command."

"Article 2: No killing, plundering, or adultery."

"Article 3 prohibits the ill-treatment of prisoners."

These three precepts are plagiarized "three disciplines, eight attentions", the original version has too much content, with the moral and self-discipline level of these natives is difficult to follow, so Liu Zheng only picked out the three most basic content to restrain the tribes.

"You go, let them carry the stone back." He casually ordered someone from the Feather Tribe.

"Yes, gods." The man nodded ecstatically and ran away.

Soon, the men returned with the stones.

The three enchanted arrows had returned to the quiver, leaving only three deep arrow holes, all of which were arranged in a zigzag pattern, all at the same intervals.

The crowd fell to their knees again and marveled at the miracle with sincere admiration.

Liu Zheng put his palm under the stone, and the big stone that could only be lifted by four people was lifted by him with one hand.

He shouted: "The precepts have been made, and whoever violates them will be killed." ”

The Golden Leopard Patriarch was the first to shout: "Anyone who violates the precepts will be punished by all the tribes." ”

This guy who was swallowed by a snake, the tribes were robbed and scolded in their hearts, and then hurriedly followed.

The entire mountaintop echoed with the voices of the people: "Whoever violates the precepts, all the tribes will punish him." ”

As a result, the remnants of the once disintegrated kingdom of Ramakat gathered again under the same banner.

The stone was left on Tiger Hill and became a famous holy relic, known as the Tiger Hill Sacred Stone Slab, and the three precepts are also known as the Three Commandments of Tiger Hill or the Three Commandments of the Primordial Beginning.

"Each of you tribes should leave one who is most familiar with the terrain and roads, and the rest go back and prepare for the army. I'll send you when it's time to send troops. Liu Zheng commanded.

"Yes, according to your will." Everyone said respectfully.

"Also, don't call me a god, call me a commissioner in the future, and you will call each other comrades." Liu Zheng said solemnly.

"It's... Yes, Commissioner. This new word is very awkward for everyone to pronounce, but they can only succumb to Liu Zheng's obscenity.

There were 18 tribes that made the pilgrimage to Tiger Hill, and these 18 tribes came to be known as Makuri (local language: worshippers of the gods), and the 18 chosen warriors were called 18 Messengers.

"Okay, which is closer, the Viper Tribe or the Blackwater Tribe closer?" He asked.

A messenger replied, "Commissioner, the Viper Tribe is closest to Tiger Hill, and the Blackwater Tribe is behind it. ”

"Okay, then let's go to the Viper Tribe now." Liu Zheng nodded.

The tribe that had not gone far heard Liu Zheng's words and showed a gloating smile.

Vipers and Blackwater are the top tribes, and they are usually extremely brutal to other tribes, especially to small tribes, and almost everyone hates them.

Moreover, it is rumored that they colluded with the Aztecs to secretly capture and loot the unemployed and passers-by and sell them to the Aztecs as sacrifices.

Seeing that they were going to be unlucky because of their usual arrogance, everyone felt very happy.

The messenger led the way, and soon the group came to the Viper Tribe.

The Viper Tribe often fights with other tribes, so they pay more attention to their own defense, and there are already many warriors patrolling the farmland before they reach the confines of the farmland.

When he saw a group of people coming from afar, he immediately put on a vigilant posture.

When Liu Zheng and the others walked in, the leading warrior shouted, "Who are you, where are you from, and what are you doing in our Viper Tribe?" ”

The corners of Liu Zheng's mouth twitched slightly, and this soul triple question sounded very familiar.

When he was still in the training institution, every time he entered the community to distribute leaflets, he would be asked by the security guard.

He wandered there, and the messengers behind him did not dare to speak on his behalf, so they could only remain silent.

Liu Zheng's full-body plate armor was brought to the tribe by the people of Baini Village, there was no stainless steel in these years, and the armor had to be oiled and maintained, otherwise it would rust.

So he looks like an ordinary young man now, but his skin is a little whiter.

The people of the Viper tribe did not believe in the legend of the white-skinned god, so many warriors did not know what white-skinned meant.

The leader couldn't help but be furious when he saw Liu Zheng despise them like this, and the guards raised their weapons one after another, and the obsidian flakes reflected a gloomy light.

The messengers, who were also elite warriors of various tribes, also raised their weapons-for-tat, ready for war.

When the leader screamed, Liu Zheng had already come back to his senses, and smiled when he saw the tense scene in front of him.

In fact, he admires this kind of enemy who fights without saying a word, and if it is usual, he will definitely give them a good time as quickly as possible.

But not now, his purpose is not to destroy, but to build.

Therefore, he can't simply kill, but teach and then punish, and the teacher is famous.

Liu Zheng spoke: "I am here on behalf of the remnants of Ramakat, and behind me are the warriors of 18 tribes. Go and tell your chiefs, I have something to say to them. ”

The leader looked at the messengers and saw that they were indeed painted with oil paint from different tribes.

So he snorted and said, "I'll go and report, don't move, otherwise you will be killed." ”

As if to match the leader's words, the guards of the Viper Tribe also waved their weapons a few times in a threatening manner.

The messengers were furious, and if they dared to be disrespectful to the gods, they should be skinned and torn apart.

A couple of grumpy messengers took a step forward, ready to teach the gang a profound lesson.

But Liu Zheng turned his head, and his eyes as clear and deep as a glacier instantly extinguished the fire in their restless hearts.