Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1733 - 1239: The Xi River Incident (Part 2)

Faced with the sudden change, nephew Brother Peng stood there shocked, motionless, until Little Crow yelled at him, startling him back to reality. He hurried to the fire, stopping the trusted aides ready to "roast the crow," urgently questioning his uncle.

"Uncle! You can't do this! You... you promised by Blood Oath to not harm Little Crow!... You had me sincerely invite Little Crow to turn enemies into friends, so how can you roast him?!... Ancestor! Doing this treats the sacred oath as nothing, and will sever our Feather Clan lineage!... Uncle, you're confused! I absolutely cannot let you do this!..."

"Ah! Brother Peng, you're still too young, unaware of the treacheries of this little bird brat! Your uncle is doing this for the clan's early protection, but hasn't broken the oath!..."

Feathered Pengguari shook his head, sighing, wearing the look of an elderly man who knows better. He pointed at the captive Little Crow with one hand and raised the torch in the other, angrily shouting.

"Three Gods bear witness! This wicked little bird brat has long torn up the oath, planning to harm our Feather Clan! He's sent word southward and northward to bring the Spear of the Divine Monkey Great Chief, the Warrior Corps of Reagan Town, and some Torpan tribes, to launch a sneak attack on us! They're coming at us from three sides, intending to wipe out the entire Feather Clan, leaving no survivors!..."

"Ah! What? Nephew, you? You've sent people to summon troops to destroy us?..."

"Ah ah!! Feathered old scoundrel, you're talking nonsense!... No! Mad old bird, delirious nutcase!... No! Don't roast me!..."

Nephew Brother Peng stood there again in shock, as two Feathered Warriors continued forward, lifting the Little Crow toward the roasting rack over the fire. But the rack was poorly built, unable to hold, with the flames licking Little Crow's feet, causing him distress and terror, flailing on the fire.

"Feathered mad bird! Quick, quick, let me down!... Chief Divine! I never intended to harm you, nor think of harming the Feather Clan!..."

"Ancestor! You suspicious mixed-bird! There's no reinforcements! No ambush! You're imagining things!... Yes! I sent two small boats to alert the Fish Mountain Village in the north and the Triple Rivers Harbor to the south. But Fish Mountain Village only has two hundred of the Kingdom's Warriors, three to four hundred tribal warriors. The few of Little Crocodile's men can't spare for southward attacks, let alone fight you! As for the Triple Rivers Harbor, it's even farther! The Divine Monkey Great Chief is nowhere to be found, not caring to chase you bird people in this vast Northern Continent!... "

"Ha! This little bird brat, facing death, still tries to deceive me!... Out of my way! Let me, Feathered grandpa, roast him myself! I said I'd eat roasted crow... Feathered always means what I say!..."

Upon hearing, Feathered Pengguari's eyes flickered, a slight grin at the corner of his mouth, yet his face still showed a ferocious grimace. He stepped forward, shoving aside the trusted aide struggling with the rack, personally holding a torch near Little Crow.

"Ah! Feathered, you mad bird! I'm not deceiving you, nor could I betray the oath!... Mad old fool! Move the torch! My hair, my hair is burning!..."

"Ha! The smell of charred flesh is delightful! It'll be even more fragrant roasted... This Little Crow deserves it! He clearly contacted that Torpan tribe, and Reagan Town... he won't admit anything, still plotting against us!... Watch me roast him!..."

Feathered Pengguari squinted, a crazed look of a perverted old man, occasionally taking deep breaths while slowly singeing Little Crow's long hair with the torch. Little Crow shook in terror, his eyes bloodshot, desperately struggling in the warrior's grasp. He could accept death for the Chief Divine's glory, but couldn't bear this terrifying method of death. He particularly couldn't accept dying unjustly, amidst delusions of a madman's conspiracy!

"Ha!... Little Crow, this is the consequence of violating the oath and deceiving me!..."

"Nonsense, deceiving your ghost! Feathered mad bird, I wish I could peck you to death!... Ah!! You went crazy and came to harm me?!...."

"I sent tribespeople to alert the Torpan tribe, so they could be wary upstream, to avoid your sneak attack! They have only one to two thousand tribespeople, no match for you! As for Reagan Town, even more ridiculous! It's so far from here, sailing takes twenty days, walking over a month, two months round-trip! The Songbird Priest only has eight hundred of the Kingdom's Warriors, one to two thousand tribal warriors. He's busy defending against the Yomei Great Tribe, never coming southward! Ghosts will ambush you!..."

"Woo woo! Chief Divine! I'm dying for you! This unbearable death... Please forgive me, guide my spirit to the Divine Kingdom!..."

"Hmm, Three Gods shelter! Fish Mountain Village, five to six hundred warriors. Torpan tribe, one to two thousand tribespeople. Reagan tribe, over two thousand warriors, only eight hundred are Kingdom's Warriors... I see now! I said, how could the Kingdom of the Lake station so many Warrior Corps in the north... Ah ha ha! In this vast Northern Continent, as long as no fleet lingers on the coast, it's truly sky-high clouds spread wide, letting feathers freely fly!..."

Beside the fire, Feathered Pengguari squinted sneakily, holding a smoking torch, staring at Little Crow, whose hair was burned short, looking despairingly helpless. After squinting and confirming the extracted information was true, affirming Little Crow had no more intelligence, since that was the case...

"Ugh! Ah! Woo! Man-eating Night Demon... Ah ah! Get away, get off me!!..."

After a pause, Feathered Pengguari suddenly dropped his torch, trembled with his entire body, began dancing, shouting randomly amidst the shocked gaze of many. Old Feathered stripped off his shirt, danced crazily like a bird briefly, then abruptly stopped, slapped his thigh, shouting out as if regaining his soul.

"Ah! Ancestor saved me! Saved me from the Night Demon... Ancestor also gave a warning, enlightenment! Little Crow told the truth!... Three Gods! I was just bewitched by the Night Demon in the Wilderness, unjustly accusing Little Crow!..."

"Ancestor! I've heard of the Wilderness Night Demon since young, didn't expect to actually fall for it here! Quick! Quick, let Little Crow down, let our esteemed guest down! Quick! Let the young maidens bring up the prepared dishes to serve our guest!... "

"Woo woo! Little Crow, my precious distant grandson, Feathered grandpa was wrong! I nearly broke the oath, nearly harmed you and the clan! I deserve death, truly deserve it!..."

Feathered Pengguari cried with a runny nose and tears, in front of the terrified Little Crow, smacking himself repeatedly, even coughed a mouthful of red phlegm. Then, under Little Crow's stunned gaze, pupils shrinking, utterly bewildered, Feathered grandpa rushed forward, hugging "precious grandson" tightly, crying in grief...

"Good grandson! Feathered grandpa was wrong, grandpa apologizes! Tonight, stay well here... I'll let the tribe's two prettiest granddaughters sleep with you! From tomorrow on, you're my close grandson!"