The old fox Tikaro smiled and was not as uneasy as his nephew Tiakin. Although he was a businessman and did not know any fighting skills and had almost never killed anyone, his nephew was one of the most powerful warriors in the clan.

He took the lives of dozens of enemy warriors...but when it comes to courage, I'm afraid the Cocom warrior Tiakin is far inferior to the fox merchant Tikalo!

"Akin, don't worry! The Mexica people won't poke out skulls. This is beneficial to both parties... If the mission of the main god of the plateau is to be promoted smoothly in the Maya, it still needs to be endorsed in the name of the ancient saint!

...As for the future, how much actual power the Mayapan royal family will have in the hands of the Mexica people...it depends on the political game between the two parties, just like two beasts distributing territory..."

Tikalo smiled faintly and narrowed his old eyes that were a little dull. He patiently taught his young and brave nephew, telling him the truths that he had only gradually realized after going through countless setbacks and hardships.

"The brave jaguar can occupy the jungle, and any coyote that fights with it will be mercilessly killed! But it can't control the cardinals on the treetops. Even if the cardinals are so weak, they can still jump on it... And then the towering

The sacred tree makes all the shrubs wither and blocks all the sunlight... There will also be moist moss, which can grow silently under the tree roots without the need for sunlight..."

"Right now, the Mexicans can use us. Although we are weak, we still have our advantages, and we must give full play to our strengths...If you can't defeat them militarily, then join in and compete for political power internally, using another mode of relaxation.

Climbing up the treetop in a circle... can also allow the Kokom clan to climb to the top of the sacred tree and revive again!..."

"Uh? This?...Yes! Uncle...you are right!..."

Nephew Tiakin blinked in confusion, not quite understanding the old man's teachings about the country. Some truths are difficult to learn without personal experience. He thought hard for a moment, and his thoughts returned to "ancient times".

"Holy Skull" on.

"Uncle! I want to know something..."

"Um?"

"Blessed by our ancestors! We are the descendants of the Serpent God from the lineage of Tikal, the city of God, and the skull of the ancient saint is said to have fallen into the Tikal line... Is this real divine object really not in our hands? Then

But the skull left behind by the ancient saint after his death! It is said to be the only divine object that can communicate with all tribes, connect the starry sky and the divine world, and contain the secrets of the gods!..."

"..."

This time, the old fox Tikalo remained silent for a long time, like a solidified sculpture. It wasn't until the sun set and the shadows enveloped the temple that he took a long breath, as if he was breathing out the deep-rooted memories of more than forty years ago.

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"Go to the side hall! Don't talk here..."

"Ah?..Yes!..."
Chapter completed!