Jaga Saksena Pendekar Peniup Bledeg
Chapters 70. The War of the Tribe of the Prophethood Valley

It was a clear morning in the Valley of Prophethood.

Dungs! Dungs! The veil! Dungs! The veil!

Gender from bull skin paved. It was a harbinger of war preparations.

All fighters do not care about men, women and even teenagers are ready.

"This is the time for you to show the world! Buu Wunu Kalu! (Fight, Kill, Loot!)"

"Bugu Wunu Kalu!"

"Bugu Wunu Kalu!"

"Sadu Hina Be Dutsu! (Bathe the body with the blood of the enemy!)"

"Sadu Hina Be Dutsu!"

The cries of the spirit burner continued to be echoed.

They began to line up neatly wearing war-specific clothing from the skin of buffaloes, bulls, and other thick-skinned animals. In the chest and abdomen this skin is trapped up to three or even five layers. This is to protect yourself from arrows even from spears. On the head, they were also wearing the skin of a savage beast. So at first glance the human army of the Prophethood Valley looks like a herd of wild animals.

The tips of the spears had been covered in animal oil, as well as the ends of the arrows. The aim is to make it easier for the weapon to penetrate the enemy's body.

As the sun began to rise, about three thousand humans had lined up in a jumble. Old, young, teenagers, men, and women.

"They, the people of Saindara Gumilang have dared to insult us!" shouted His Majesty King Draleka in front of his troops, this time the chieftain will immediately become a warlord under the command of four army leaders. "Let's show us who we are! Buu Wunu Kalu!"

"Bugu Wunu Kalu!" welcome the rumbling troops.

"Sadu Hina Be Dutsu!" His Majesty King Draleka raised his two hands.

"Sadu Hina Be Dutsu!"

The roar of battle reverberates in the skies of the Valley of Prophethood. Accompanied by the sound of drums as encouragement.

Dungs! Dungs! Dungs! The veil! The veil! The veil! Drungs!

***

On the same morning, after the wirid ba'da shubuh, Jaga Saksena did a muscle stretch and then sat in front of the room where there was a table and a long stool. Enjoy a cup of tea made from the leaves of the rambong tub accompanied by roasted cassava.

The leaves of the rambong tub are believed to have the healthful properties of blood vessels, and cassava burn in the morning is believed to be good for the stomach. Keep ordering these drinks and food to the inn owner.

"Hurma!" The breech still yawned when it came out of the room and directly grabbed the tea in the cup.

"Surferr ...!" puji Sungsang's.

"Wash your face, wash your hands and feet. Thank you for taking a shower so you can quickly get a wife, Sungsang," said Jaga Saksena flat.

"Thankful-gratitude? What'sthat?" asked the stranger what he had just heard.

"Thankfulness is a feeling of gratitude."

"Oh definitely from ngarob again huh?" asked Sungsang to take a seat.

Keep Saksena smiling and take a piece of burnt cassava. Bite small and chew with all your heart. Looks very enjoy.

"You're much younger than me, take care. But I admit, you're better at enjoying the world. Because of how much I tried to enjoy this grilled cassava, it still feels the same, cassava flavor!" said Sungsang who has been chewing roasted cassava but still feels cassava.

"It's not what you eat, it's who gave you that food" Jaga said.

"Lha, who was this given by? Aow ow... You've started having lovers apparently, huh?! Why don't you introduce me?!" Question of Sungsang.

"Humans are only intermediaries, actually Gusti Alloh who gives every fortune."

Getting that answer, Sungsang fell silent to digest Jaga Saksena's words.

Sungsang does feel older than Jaga in terms of age, but not with understandings.

After a light conversation about the pleasures of cassava, Sungsang turned the conversation to the events of last night and proposed a plan.

"Wouldn't we go fishing today, take care? Who knows if there are other people besides the two people yesterday. Or who knows, that loser has returned to this kingdom!"

"There's no harm in trying."

"Well!" It was the only thing that came out of Sungsang's mouth before standing up and went into the room.

Before long Sungsang returned with a complete flying knife vest with a knife tucked in his pocket.

Putting the vest on the table by first getting rid of the drink and the grilled cassava, Sungsang said.

"Heheh! You are excited because you want to. I'll follow your will!"

Keep Saksena up and wear a flying knife vest.

"It's not bad, it's right in my body. And I look cooler, don't I?!" continue Jaga Saksena put up the attitude of a swordsman-style carrier.

"Yes yes! In this knight-style suit, you'll get a king's daughter, take care!"

"A good word is a prayer!"

"prayer? What's that?!"

"Hope, a request to the Almighty."

"Where is my hope to be fulfilled! Ahaha!" The breech was curled up, for his words just now about Jaga Saksena going to get a king's daughter were nothing but a joke.

"Once you laugh, Sungsang. Otherwise you'll be captured by the soldiers and put in jail by the mentally disturbed!"

"Haha!" Sungsang increasingly bitter until inevitably Jaga Saksena when he laughed.

"Let's go!"

Satisfied with being crushed to the point of triggering the other inn users out of the room, the two young men finally rushed away.

Like yesterday, the two walked apart. This time Keep Saksena walking in front, while Sungsang follows behind by keeping a safe distance.

***

It has been almost half a day Jaga Saksena traversed the streets of the kingdom to invite attention, but neither Jaga nor Sungsang found suspicious activity from people.

Just when the sun was at its highest point, Keep Saksena arriving at a deserted road. This road leads to a wall. The wall is only as tall as the neck of a 10-year-old!

'I've been here.'

Keep Saksena reminiscing about her past where Jaga used to eat in there.

'Is that medi still there?! Was he already big or remained small like back then?!'

For some reason Jaga Saksena suddenly curious about the state of the media that once shocked her until she was mired in the lake.

The tep!

Lightly, Keep Saksena jumping over the wall. However,

"Oh who is it!!"

A fierce clap sounded, stopping Jaga Saksena's movement that was about to accelerate towards the lake.

"Oh .. sorry, Uncle Officer."

Seeing the two people flashing and standing before him dressed in royal officers' attire, Jaga Saksena saluted and politely apologized.

"Supply seka—"

Bugh!

The speech of one of the royal officers was stopped by a spoon of his friend's elbow accompanied by a whisper,

"Look at this young man's waist!"

One-sided, the officer's face that was about to snap changed politely then bowed respectfully to say,

"This heart-spell is about to say, it is precisely we who apologize to you."

"I'll take care of Saksena, Uncle Officer can call that. I'm not a master."

"I'm sorry if it's wrong, Prince Take care."

"Prince?!" Keep Saksena astonished. "I'm also not a prince, Uncle Officer."

Not only Jaga, the two officers also felt astonished. This is because the two officers are new officers recruited from the ranks of warriors about five years ago so they do not know the story of the boy on the foot of the stone. While the two of them, as well as other officers in charge of securing the lake area have been waded by the princess to welcome a young man who will come. The princess mentioned the characteristics of the young man, namely carrying a stone axe at the waist.

Because of the orders of his daughter, the officers suspected the stone-footed young man was a noble or even a prince of a kingdom.

Even more astonished was Sungsang, a mature young man who lurked and stole the conversation until the scratching of his head. Then muttered inwardly from the feeling of wonder, mixed with admiration, as well as regret.

'Just wear a flying knife vest, Keep it counted as Master? Woh what else is this? Take care of a Prince?! When I wore it yesterday ... Looks like after this should I wear it again!'