Chapter 1030 Shaman's Spirit Descending, Ancestor's Questioning, Blood Oath's Answer!
A night of wind and snow rustled, murderous intent surrounded the tent, and drifted away like pine smoke. And when the morning sun rose and the sky was clear and open, the sleeping Zuvalo woke up, refreshed, as if he was ten years younger.
"Lord God! It's amazing! This feeling of vitality is simply unbelievable, as vigorous and majestic as corn!..."
The exploration captain Zuvaro lowered his head and glanced at it, with sincere admiration on his face. But when he briefly recalled the vague conversation before he passed out, his heart shivered, and his back instantly sweated. He immediately reached out to feel for the short dagger at his waist, but found nothing. And after careful groping, all the leather armor and weapons on his body were removed, and he was only wearing a buckskin robe from the mountain department, and it was unknown who put it on him.
"This?...This!...These mountain barbarians!..."
Zuvalo jumped in a panic and put on his moccasin boots in two strokes. Afterwards, he bowed slightly, and carefully got out of the tent...
"Headman of the Haibu, you are awake!"
The two guarded mountain hunters looked over with a smile. A familiar face, the hunter Mulu with excellent hearing. And the other person is Wu Hai, a hunter who can talk.
"Uh... friend Yamabe, I'm awake... Well, my two attendants..."
"Oh! They haven't woken up yet..."
Wu Hai and Mu Lu exchanged glances, and with a kind smile on their faces, they greeted Zuvaro. Then, Mu Lu pointed to the old grandmother's tent. Wu Hai looked solemn, and said to Zuvaro.
"The head of the Haibu, the old grandmother said... Please go see her when you wake up!..."
"Uh...grandmother, want to see me?..."
Thinking of the "kind and amiable" old grandmother, the forehead of the exploration captain Zuvaro was faintly sweating. He looked around, and the mountains in the early morning were already busy. The tribesmen slaughtered the deer and skinned them, and continued to prepare for the winter. Those bloody deer carcasses fell in his eyes, which made his skin ache, and he felt a little empathy...
"Blessed by the spiritual ancestors! Head of the Haibu, let's go!..."
The two mountain hunters smiled, but did not give Zuwaro a chance to hesitate. Zuwaro had no choice but to bite the bullet, and followed the two people in front and back, and came to the chief shaman's tent again.
"Common ancestor, bless us! Headman of Haibu, after drinking the sacred deer fetal blood wine, does the blessing of Renlu's vitality make you feel happy?..."
The old grandmother Mulushan raised her head, her smile was more kind and kind than yesterday. She was still sitting on the white stag's leather rug, dressed in the finery of a tribal shaman. And two steps beside her, sat a stern-faced hunting collie. The Mu dog is lowering its head, stretching out its hands, stroking and inspecting a row of neatly arranged equipment.
Zuwaro took a closer look, and it turned out to be a pair of bronze cloth face armor, a copper axe, a longbow, a pot of copper arrows, and an obsidian dagger with the symbol of the kingdom!
"Ah! This! Old grandmother, my entourage?..."
"Don't worry! My child...he sleeps very well. I just borrowed his things to take a look and return them to him after reading."
The old grandmother, Mulushanmu, smiled, beckoned, and pointed to the place beside her. Zuwaro pursed his lips and gritted his teeth fiercely, and then mustered up the courage to sit beside the old grandmother.
"Witness of the Lord God! Dear grandma, thank you for your hospitality yesterday!...I'm too strong to drink, I'm a little drunk...Before I got drunk, I seemed to say some nonsense..."
"Um…"
The old grandmother, Mulushanmu, nodded and did not answer Zuvaro's words. She stretched out her hand, touched Zuwaro's face under Zuwaro's stiff and surprised eyes, and said meaningfully.
"Blessings from the ancestors! My good boy, you are very handsome, and you are very suitable to be my grandson-in-law! ... My granddaughter Musona, happens to be at your Haibu's place..."
"Eh?!...your granddaughter, me?..."
Exploration Captain Zuwaro's eyes widened. As soon as he turned his thoughts, his expression immediately changed.
"Dear old grandmother, what do you mean? Marriage?..."
"Um…"
The old grandmother, Mulushanmu, smiled, retracted her old palm, and tightly grasped the sharp deerbone staff. She slowly straightened her hunched back, and the expression on her face gradually became serious. And following her actions, the two tribal hunters also left and right, sandwiching the unarmed Zuvaro in the middle!
".?"
"Mulu Alashanwa! Headman of the sea! You came from the east coast of the sea, came to this cold snowy peninsula, and came to the ancestral territory passed down from generation to generation by our mountain... Then, what about this cold snowfield? Peninsula, how much do you know?"
"Uh... the witness of the Lord God! Dear old grandmother, please speak bluntly!..."
"Well... the head of the Haibu, the reindeer is the source of food for the tribes in the snowfield, and it is also the foundation of raising them. Do you know how far the reindeer can travel in a day for food? And how much territory is needed for the reindeer domesticated by the tribe? Can migration satisfy their year-round foraging?..."
"Uh, can you point me to..."
"Mlua Alashanwa! Head of the sea department, I am the shaman of the snowfield, and I can give you a clear answer. If you walk at the speed you said, what is the "thirty miles" of walking in the snowfield a day... Then the reindeer Food can be traveled at least four times in one day, that is, 'one hundred and twenty miles'! The range of foraging and migration of mountain reindeer is at least half a month, that is, one thousand and eight hundred miles!..."
"Hiss! Migrating 1,800 miles?..."
Hearing such an astonishing number, the exploration captain Zuvaro took a breath of air. He never imagined that those reindeer looking dusty could move so far! And what did the old grandmother want to explain when she told him this? …
"Headman of the Haibu, do you know how big the snowy peninsula where we are, which is the place your great shaman predicted, is from south to north?..."
"Uh...please give me some pointers..."
"The inheritance of our ancestors guides us! From the southernmost island of the peninsula to the northernmost deer part of the peninsula, it is also half a month's journey for reindeer, which is 1,800 miles! And this 1,800 miles, in the island Between the Ministry and the Deer Department is the territory of our ancestors in the Yamabe! It is the land of the reindeer that the Yamabe has passed down from generation to generation and continues the tribe!..."
"Ah! The territory of the ancestors of Yamabe?...It's the whole peninsula!..."
Exploration Captain Zuwaro was startled for a moment, suddenly realized! If he remembers correctly, the hunting captain Mu Hound mentioned several times, the deer department that invaded the territory in the north, and the island department that invaded the territory in the south...
"Dear old grandmother, you want the two tribes to join hands and fight together..."
"Mulu Alashanwa! Head of the Haibu, don't worry."
The old grandmother, Mulushanmu, looked leisurely, smiling and repeating the shaman's mantra. After that, she looked at Zuvaro kindly, picked up a pine branch with thick arms, and asked again.
"Headman of the Haibu, the long winter is an eternal test for the tribes in the snowfield, year after year, from birth to death! ... and the trees in the snowfield are the fuel for the tribes to survive the winter, and also the most precious gift of Shenshan Do you know how long it takes for this pine branch to grow to be so thick and long?"
"Well…"
Hearing this, the leader of the exploration, Zuvaro, had dry lips and sweat on his back. He already understood the meaning of the old grandmother, and combined with the previous question... Even in the warm leather tent, he still felt the chill of winter, as well as the cold blood! …
"Grandmother... what you want to say is..."
"Mulu Alashanwa! The head of the Haibu, let me tell you...on the cold snowfield, a pine tree can only grow one fingernail thick and one palm long every spring and winter!...and this A pine branch with a thick arm needs six springs and winters to grow! But if it is used as fuel, it can only allow one tribesman to cook a meal and take a nap... while the pine forest on the entire peninsula , this vast snowfield of 1,800 miles, the tribes that can be supported are no more than one or two thousand people in your mouth!..."
Speaking of this, the face of the old grandmother, Mulushanmu, gradually showed a murderous intent. She straightened her spine and thrust the deerbone staff deeply into the white deer's leather blanket, right at the vital point of the deer's head! Then, she squinted her eyes, stared at the sweaty Zuvaro, and said word by word.
"Mulu Alashanwa! Head of the Haibu, you are a child as smart as a fox. You must understand what I want to say... On this snowy peninsula, there are deer herds that can be domesticated and tribes that can support them. , is always limited! And if your sea department wants to gain a foothold on the snowy peninsula, it must need food, fuel, and your territory!..."
"Witness of the Lord God! Respected old grandmother, the survival of our large tribe in the lake is actually different from the survival of your mountain tribe!..."
Hearing this, the exploration captain Zuwaro gritted his teeth and said with a firm face.
"Our food source is not reindeer, and we don't need the snowfields where reindeer are grazing! We are a tribe at sea, we can fish from the sea to get meat for winter! We are also a tribe of farming, we can grow potatoes by the bay, Harvest the food for the winter!... Therefore, we only need a small piece of territory to build a port in the sea, and we will not compete with the mountain for hunting grounds and pastures!..."
"As for the fuel for the winter, we only need to cut down some trees in the first two years... When the support from the follow-up kingdom arrives, we will ship enough flint!...We can also cut wood from the southern islands and transport it...More What's more, according to His Majesty's divine revelation, there are stretches of flint on the largest island in the South Island, which can provide fuel for the entire peninsula and all the tribes!..."
"Huh?!...Fishing? Farming?...Follow-up support? Wood and flint from the southern islands?...Uh...Muluk Alashanwa! Let me ask the ancient ancestors, Renlu and Shenshan! … "
After hearing these unexpected words, the old grandmother Mulu Shanmu squinted her eyes and looked deeply at Zuwaro for a while. Then, she suddenly lowered her head, closed her eyes, murmured a few words, and suddenly lost her voice, as if the old man had fallen asleep!
"Ah? The old grandmother is going to hold a shamanic seance! Hush! Be quiet!..."
There was silence in the tent, and everyone looked dignified, waiting for the revered spirit to descend, and also waiting for the ancestor's decision! This deadly silence lasted for almost two quarters of an hour, before the hunting captain, Mugou, dared to ask softly.
"Mother? Ancestor?..."
"Ha! Mulu Alashanwa! I am the ancestor who descended from the sacred mountain! I am your mother, and also the mother of the entire mountain!..."
The old grandmother, Mulushanmu, opened her eyes, revealing the whites of her eyes. And at this moment, her voice suddenly became high-pitched and hoarse, like the cold wind blowing across the sacred mountain and freezing the ice rocks!
"Ah! Ah! The ancestor is possessed! The old grandmother is psychic!!..."
Seeing the obvious sign of the shaman's spirit, the tribal hunters in the tent showed horror and awe, and fell on the ground in unison, saluting the most revered ancestors.
"Ah? Lord God!...This..."
Zuwaro looked at those white eyes full of dead silence, and trembled in horror. He hesitated for a moment, looked at the saluting hunters around him, and then fell on the leather blanket, showing awe of the unknown divinity.
"Uh! Praise you, the ancient glue man ancestors!...We...our Haibu...are also your lost ethnic group, descendants of your brothers!..."
"Mulu Alashanwa! The wind and snow in the extreme north blows all the tribes, from ancient times to today, from the East China Sea to the West Sea... The coldness of the ice and snow condenses into an ancient cold stone, like the endless fighting of the tribes ...The warmth of deer blood, throbbing in the fresh heart, is only shared among the closest tribes..."
"Mlu Alashanwa! Ice and snow or deer blood, fighting or getting close, there is no middle way to choose...Descendants of the Haibu brothers, when you enter the territory of the Shanbu, are you enemies full of malice and fighting each other? An ally who believes and fights side by side?!..."
The old grandmother, Mulushanmu, was trembling all over, her eyes were white and flickering, and she screamed loudly, shouting out a captivating chant. She maintained her ancestor's possessed posture, staring at Zuvaro coldly, roaring like the oldest snow bear in the North, making a terrifying sound. And that voice was unusually loud, definitely not human-like, full of cold threats, and full of shocking power!
"Witness of the white sky! I, the ancestral spirit of Shanbu, walked down from the snow-covered mountain! ...Headman of Haibu, tell me your choice, is it an enemy of Shanbu or an ally?! ... If you are an enemy, then Fight to the death with Shanbu to decide who belongs to this territory! And if you are an ally, fight side by side with Shanbu, kill the Lubu who invaded from the north, and drink their blood together!..."
"Ah? Uh! I... the witness of the Lord God! The sacred ancestor of the mountain... I... we are the allies of the mountain, not the enemy... Allies, not enemies!..."
"Muluk Alashanwa! Very good! Head of the Haibu, you have made a wise choice...Come, swear to me, answer me with an oath of blood!..."
"Lord God!...Do you want...a blood oath?..."
"Muluk Alashanwa! All reliable oaths must be sworn with blood, so that there will be binding mana!...Come, use your blood, blend our blood, mix Renlu's blood, and hold the ceremony witnessed by the ancestors Ceremony!...Then use the blood of the enemy to engrave the eternal oath and curse into the souls of the two tribes!...Come on! Blood oath, let's kill! Right now! Right here!!..."