Chapter 1041 Shaman Descends on the Spirit, the Promise Before the Expedition!

"Mlu Alashanwa! I am the ancient ancestor descended from the sacred mountain! I am your loving mother, and also the mother of the entire mountain!..."

"Mluo Alashanwa! My children, children of my blood! I looked to the north from the holy mountain, but I was filled with anger: I saw the land of the ancestors of the mountain, the land of the ancients, and it was lost. Those evil deer are taking over!!...”

"Mlua Alashanwa! Shenshan and I witness that this is a wedding ceremony gathered by the mountain tribes. There must be blood sacrifices, and sacrifices to Shenshan and me! ... You must take back the land occupied by the Lubu, kill those invading Lubu, and take The head of the chief of the Lower Deer Moss River!!..."

The icy wind in December blows from the extreme north, across the 1,200-mile snowfield and sea of ​​ice. In the far south of the peninsula, at the foot of the towering holy mountain, in the camp of Hot Spring Mountain, there is a dignified awe and silence at this moment.

There was a faint smell of deer blood floating in the camp, as well as turpentine smoke of worshiping ancestors. And hundreds of Shanbu warriors, carrying bows and spears and carrying stone axes, knelt down beside the shaman's altar in awe. They formed a prostrate circle, with their foreheads pressed against the snow, listening to the old grandmother's decree!

In the center of the crowd, the old grandmother Mulu Shanmu was wearing a forked deer skull hat, wearing a shaman's long colorful dress, holding a deer bone shaman's staff, standing beside the blood-colored altar where young deer were sacrificed . At this moment, she widened the whites of her terrifying eyes, maintaining the epileptic posture possessed by her ancestors, and was roaring like a snow bear in the extreme north.

"Mlu Alashanwa! This is the will of the holy mountain, and it has the blessing of the holy mountain and me! Go! In this season of deep snow, drive the sleigh of reindeer and hounds to the northern ice field of the ancestors, go Pounce upon our mountain enemies...and I will promise you victory!"

"Go! Go to the Lumo River, the ancestor of the mountain tribe, kill all the men who resist, and drive out all the Lubu... Go and cut off the head of the chief of the Lumo River, and bring it back as a sacrifice to me!!... Roar! Hurry up! Go! Go! Roar!..."

Accompanied by the final announcement, the old grandmother, Mulushanmu, uttered a terrifying roar that did not resemble a human voice. The hundreds of mountain warriors around the altar were silent for a few breaths, and then they all beat their chests and let out wild beast-like cries.

"Roar! Kill the enemy and expel the deer! Roar! Cut off the head and offer it to the ancestors! Roar!!..."

"Huh! Lord God! This is really... a simple and effective mobilization, raising the morale of all the tribe's fighters to the highest level!..."

At the corner of the shaman altar, the exploration captain Zuvaro lowered his head, leading ninety longship warriors and sailors, maintaining a superficial respect and awe. After all, he is a priest of the kingdom who graduated from Shenwei University. After the first encounter with the awe of the shaman, he slowly came back to it. But the more this was the case, the more he was secretly startled by the cruelty and determination of the old grandmother of Shanbu, as well as by her strong judgment and action.

"As a famous old shaman, the prestige of the old grandmother of the mountain is not limited to the powerful hot spring mountain. After half a month of preparation and notification, the surrounding mountains, big and small, have sent hunters and envoys to drive Came here with a sleigh to attend the wedding of the old grandmother's granddaughter... And in front of the visiting envoys, the old grandmother came to possess the ancestors again, and suddenly gathered this group of elite tribal fighters into a stabbing attack on the Lutai River. the blade! . . . "

"Bless the lord! At present, there are more than 300 tribe warriors gathered in the hot spring mountain! They already have the power to overwhelm the warriors and sailors of the kingdom..."

"Ah! The ancestral spirit has left! Congratulations to the ancestral spirit!..."

Amidst the roars and cheers of the mountain hunters, the old grandmother, Mulu Shanmu, fell unconscious by the altar again skillfully. But this time, she woke up very quickly. After waking up amidst the cheers of the crowd, the first person she summoned was Zuvaro.

"Mlu Alashanwa! The ancestor spirit left his will through my mouth, you need to do it!... Zu, my brave grandson-in-law... Come here, come to my side!"

".yes!"

The exploration captain Zuvaro came to the old grandmother with a respectful face. The old grandmother stretched out her hand kindly, stroked Zuvaro's face flushed with cold, and said with a smile.

"Bless the ancestors and the sacred mountain! The manpower sent by each department is more than I estimated... This time, when going north, each department sent sixteen teams of hunters from the mountain department, and four teams from the sea department. It happened to be twenty teams, four hundred people! ... In this way Now, the confidence of attacking the Lutai River will be even stronger! You have more time, even if the surrounding Lubu small tribe goes south to support, you don't have to worry too much..."

"Yes! They are all the blessings of the ancestors, and also the blessings of the Lord God!"

"Well... Zu, my son. The Haibu fighters under you are all very strong, and they are all the elite of the tribe! They also have very good copper masks... This time going north, your father-in-law Mugou is the big leader, and you are the second Leader...You father and son, you must work together! Your Haibu armor is good, and you can put on the Shanbu's wing armor and double armor, you can be the vanguard of the attack!..."

".Um."

Hearing the command of the pioneer, the exploration captain Zuvaro pursed his lips. After a while, he nodded slightly and hummed his agreement from his nose.

"Listen to you, old grandmother..."

"Okay! Divine Mountain blesses you! Zu, you are my grandson-in-law, and I will not treat you badly..."

The old grandmother, Mulu Shanmu, smiled kindly, and rubbed Zuvaro's hair again. This action of special significance in the Mexica League made Zuvaro's eyes twitch and his face froze a bit.

"The ancestors promised! After breaking through the Lumoshui River, you will be allowed to pick half of the captured young men, children and women! You will also give half of the captured reindeer herd!..."

"As for the territory... If you are willing to take the sea department and establish a foothold in the north of the peninsula, the five hundred miles of tundra of the nomadic deer herd in the deer moss river department will be handed over to you!..."

"Five hundred miles of tundra? The northernmost part of the peninsula?..."

Hearing that, the exploration captain Zuwaro was silent for a while, this is to let the warriors of the kingdom act as the first line to prevent the deer from going south! ... After thinking for a moment, Zuvaro shook his head firmly.

"Dear old grandma, we Haibu are used to living by the sea, making a living by fishing and farming. We don't need so many deer herds, and we don't need such a large territory..."

"Witness of the Lord God! We only need a territory of fifty miles around the southern bay! As for the deer...we only need the number that can survive the winter, but we hope to share more prisoners..."

"Oh? You want the territory of the Southern Gulf... Fewer deer herds and more captives?..."

Hearing these requests, the old grandmother Mulu Shanmu narrowed her eyes, her face changed slightly, and there was some chill in her voice. But she thought of the importance of this expedition, the strength of Haibu's fighters, and the possible big tribes and big shamans behind them... The old grandmother nodded for a moment after pondering.

"That's good! As long as you can keep the captives of the deer department under control, and you can really get food from the sea and the soil...then I'll give you 70% of the captives and 30% of the deer herd! . . . "

"As for the territory... the northern side of the bay is one of the summer fishing grounds of the Hot Spring Mountains, and it is too close to the tribe's winter camp... If this time, we can break through the Lumoshui River and regain the territory on the northern side of the peninsula, the hunting grounds of the various ministries will be fine. Moved to the north to free up the mountains in the south..."

"Ancestor, my child! I can be the master of the southern mountains, and give you all the three hundred miles of mountains in the south of the peninsula from the ancestor's "Second Son Mountain" to the "Young Son Mountain"! ...Ancestor Bless! With these warmer southern lands, maybe you can really grow something to eat in the black soil..."

"Ah? From the second son of the holy mountain to the youngest son of the holy mountain? The most southerly mountain of the peninsula? This is the island that wants to keep us away from the winter camp of the hot spring mountain and defend the mountain from harassment?"

Hearing such a seemingly generous but hidden consideration, Zuwaro was startled, with a genuine joy on his face.

In the past half month, he has learned a lot of details about the peninsula from the hunters in the mountains. The "Second Son Mountain" in the mountain part is about 200 miles south of the "Twin Sons Mountain" where the fleet is anchored, and it is about 400 miles away from the winter camp at Hot Spring Mountain, which is a sufficient distance. As for the "young son mountain", it is located at the narrow and sharp corner in the south of the peninsula, and it is also the end of the whole peninsula.

Therefore, from "Second Son Divine Mountain" to "Young Son Divine Mountain", it is almost the entire icy peninsula, the southernmost three hundred miles! And from there to the south, there is a string of islands along the island, which is the "three islands and tribal alliance" predicted by His Majesty!

"Good! Praise the Lord God! Thank you, generous old grandmother!  …"

The exploration captain Zuvaro bowed his head and expressed his sincere thanks to the old grandmother. The old grandmother smiled slightly, and finally squeezed Zuvaro's face affectionately. She ordered with a kind smile, and the smile was somewhat meaningful.

"Zu, my brave boy! Have a good night's rest. Tomorrow morning, the soldiers will set off on their sleds! ...Remember, today is your wedding! And tonight, the beautiful Musona will accompany you Yours... and you have to drink more deer blood, work harder, and let her conceive your child!..."

".Uh...yes! Grandmother...I will work hard..."

"Go! My child, I can't wait to see the offspring of the fusion of the two tribes!... Haha!"