Chapter 474: Exploration of the Lake Kingdom, Flint, Yomei and the Holy Mountain

Bright bonfires burned in the wilderness, reflecting the metallic light into people's eyes. In front of the shining gold and silver light, the gray and black flint was inconspicuous, with an ordinary silence.

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, looked at it intently for a moment, and somehow felt that Flint looked familiar. he asked hesitantly.

"The fire stone that symbolizes the ancestors? A stone that can burn?"

"Exactly! This is a gift from our ancestors. It is the fire that the brave and decisive frog obtained from the ancient sacred mountain! The fire was spread in the land by agouti, so that stones can burn. And the soul of the ancestors is Watch us in the flames.”

Chief Kallan shook his head with a look of fascination on his face, as if he was communicating with his ancestors long ago.

"The flint in the mountains is a gift from our ancestors and a blessing from our ancestors! We Mayo people use flint to make fires for cooking, to drive away wild beasts, to resist the cold wave in the north, and even to refine these shining golden stones. And flint is easy to dig. They also have sufficient firepower, which is much easier than cutting down trees. With them, the tribe does not need to spend too many tools and manpower to cut down trees and burn firewood!”

"Easy to dig, very powerful, capable of smelting gold and copper."

Puap kept his ears bent and tried to listen. After a while, he remembered what he had seen at the Black Rock Mountain Mine and suddenly woke up.

"God bless you! Isn't this flint the coal that His Highness mentioned?! The Black Rock Mountain Mine uses this black stuff to burn hard-to-burn iron. It is transported from the Qinganbat Mining Area every time. I We still have to bring people to pick them up, so Hua Lao has a lot of manpower! Well, His Highness seems to pay special attention to the messy rocks, such as coal and iron."

Puap's thoughts were like lightning, his eyes flashed, and some thoughts emerged in his mind.

Necali was in charge of the Department of Industry and Mining. Over the past few years, the number of his subordinates had continued to increase, almost equal to that of the commanders of various regiments. As for Black Wolf's personal guard Mavik, he got the position of the person in charge of Black Rock Mountain and is now prosperous. He can at least be regarded as the commander of a thousand-man battalion. Even he himself was able to make a comeback thanks to the discovery of iron mines. And now this tribe has gold, copper, and flint. This is a huge achievement!

Thinking of this, he took two steps forward, leaned into the old militiaman's ear, and whispered.

"Old man Qi, these flints are of great use to Your Highness! Please ask carefully, where are they and are there many?"

"okay."

Hearing this, Chihuaco nodded. He looked at Chief Kallan and asked solemnly.

"Friends, we have the order of the great chief. We are looking for the holy land of seabirds, and we are also looking for divine things. How many of your flints are there? Do you want to trade them?"

"Well"

Upon hearing the envoy's inquiry from the lake, Chief Kallan's expression froze, and he showed a bit of embarrassment.

"Friend, of course there are ancestral flints near our tribe! But after the tribe has used them for many years, there are not much flints on the ground, and it is too troublesome to dig them underground."

"Where are the many flints?"

"Haha, friend! The fire stones are scattered from the sacred mountain. Naturally, they are the most numerous in the sacred mountain!"

Chief Kallan laughed and replied without thinking. This question is really a bit silly. Without the divine power of the sacred mountain, how could the stone burn?

"The sacred mountain containing fire is located in the far north of our Yoremu tribe and northeast of the brother tribe Yome! Once a priest of the tribe came back from paying homage to the sacred mountain and told us: The sacred mountain is the place where fire originated, and it contains the deepest meaning of fire. The land there is dry, no grass grows, there are no birds and animals, there are scattered flints everywhere, and there are towering mountains of flints!”

"And the flints are scattered all over the north with the Holy Mountain as the center. Not far to the north of the Yumei Department, there are two large flint fields, with flints that can't be used up for generations!"

Speaking of this, Chief Kallan's eyes revealed yearning and a hint of hidden greed. Then, his expression changed, first he made a proud declaration, and then he made a serious inquiry.

"In the vast wilderness and mountains, no matter to the east or south, there is no flint. Only in the north, only on the land of our Mayo and Yaqui people, can we have this kind of gift from our ancestors! This land is It is the fertile land passed down to us by our ancestors! And the despicable Sri people who dare to invade our land are doomed to die under the curse of their ancestors! My friend, our ancestors have witnessed that you will help us and continue to bring new weapons and supplies to the north. Are the Sris fighting?”

"Yes. Witness our ancestors! Friends, we will come back as friends!"

Chihuaco looked solemn and swore in the name of his ancestors. The two lowered their heads at the same time, touched each other with the antlers on their heads, and then touched the gourd bells in their hands, making a sacred "ding bell".

After that, Chief Callan waved his hand. The grand banquet started in the open air, reflecting the mighty and dazzling stars and the swaying waves of the sea.

The warriors and warriors on both sides laid down their weapons, greeted each other, and exchanged the food they carried with each other in accordance with tribal etiquette. The Kingdom brought corn tortillas, salted fish and tequila, while the Mayo people brought black bean puree, pumpkin, and a strange-flavored tea bean.

Everyone had a good meal and was in great spirits. Then, the warriors of the kingdom stepped on the drums and danced a war dance with a distinctive rhythm; the warriors of the tribe shook their wooden bells and sang short and high-pitched tunes!

"Ahaha! Friends have come from afar, and the fir trees are rustling. Let us light the fire and dance around the fire ring. Ahaha! The ancestors are watching, and we dance by the flames! Ahahahahaha!"

The Mayo people are already on the edge of the Great Basin of North America. They have a lot of exchanges with their northern neighbors, and their musical style is also affected, which is somewhat similar to the Apache tribes in the Great Basin.

The tribal warriors sang in unison, with simple and repetitive melodies and gradually rising tones. The desolate and simple singing drifted away between the mountains and the wilderness, accompanied by the constantly beating steps, like a herd of buffaloes galloping on the wilderness, which is unforgettable!

The bonfire was burning, and everyone sang happily until dawn, all night long. Chihuaco danced all night, and his old waist was almost broken in half. It was not until the afternoon of the second day that the fleet replenished some water and prepared to move northwest.

Chief Kalan came to the seaside in person to see off the fleet in the lake. He had not slept all night and was still energetic. At this moment, he looked at Chihuaco who was about to leave, and looked at the sturdy big ship of the tribe in the lake. After thinking for a while, he finally made up his mind!

The chief wearing a deer head waved to the warriors behind him. A young tribal warrior, barefoot and carrying a spear, walked to the old militia in two steps and smiled simply.

"Friend, he is my nephew, Cavado. You can call him 'Mountain Bird'."

"Ah? Friend, your nephew? This is to..."

Chivaco was surprised. He looked at the young man in front of him and had some guesses.

"Well, according to custom, when you meet a close tribe from afar, you have to exchange young people from the tribe. Friend, if you continue to go north, the languages ​​of each tribe will become more and more difficult to understand. And the words of the Sri people are completely different from ours. Although the mountain bird is young, he knows the languages ​​of many tribes. His mother was robbed by my brother from the Sri tribe. Take my nephew with you, he will be helpful to you! From now on, he will be a member of your lake tribe."

".Thank you, friend."

Chivaco pondered for a while and chose to agree. The fleet continued to go north, and it really needed a local translator. He nodded sincerely and smiled at the young tribal warrior. Then he looked at Puapu and whispered.

"Old Pu, you have to find a warrior."

In the desolate north, exchanging young people with trusted tribes has always been a custom of many northern tribes. And behind this custom, there is probably the function of exchanging blood and preventing inbreeding.

".Okay!"

Pu Apu, the gray earth, touched his chin, looked at the warriors behind him, and called a trusted Purepecha warrior.

"Gray cat warrior Putu, you are my tribesman, and you are not married yet, so stay here! I will leave you more property. You marry a few more wives, have a few more children, and take root here."

Gray cat warrior Putu had a bitter face and looked at the Yorem tribe, which was poor and had only gold nuggets left. He was speechless for a while. However, in this era, the orders of the family patriarch usually cannot be violated. After a while, he had to nod helplessly.

".Okay, Chief. I'll listen to you."

"Well! When Zaowa is free, walk around more and see how big the gold and copper mines are. There is gold and copper here, and His Highness will definitely pay attention to this place. In a few years, the kingdom will definitely send people again!"

"Okay!"

The two sides exchanged a young warrior each and said goodbye. Chief Kalan looked at the fleet of the Lake Tribe and disappeared at the end of the vast coast. After a long while, he took a deep breath. Then, with a smile on his face, he pulled the young gray cat warrior Putu and announced with a heroic smile.

"Gray cat, let's go! Haha, the tribe will hold a party tonight. Which girl you like, she will be your wife! If one is not enough, you can choose another one!"

"Ah? This, Chief Deer Head. Uh, no, Chief Kalan, you."

"Let's go! Since you have joined the tribe, you are a member of the tribe from now on. Come, tell me about the situation of the Lake Tribe first!"

The sea and sky are vast, the water is blue, and the road is getting drier and drier. There is no cloud or rain in the sky. The kingdom fleet sailed out from the bay occupied by the Yorem tribe. In just five days, they traveled four or five hundred miles and arrived at the territory of the Yome tribe.

The Yome tribe is a large tribe with a population of more than 8,000 people. Together with several affiliated small tribes, it can even reach 10,000 or 20,000 people. They control the estuary of the Yaqui River and occupy the rare fertile land beside the Yaqui River, so they call themselves Yaqui people. Here, the fleet anchored again and replenished some water from the nearby tribal villages.

As the most powerful tribe in the coastal area, the Yome tribe was very wary of the arrival of the fleet in the lake. On the second day, their chief did not show up, but sent hundreds of fully armed tribal warriors to inquire about the purpose of the kingdom fleet.

The old militiaman Chivaco brought "Mountain Bird" Cavado to meet the warrior leader sent by the Yome tribe. He answered frankly.

"We are the messengers sent by the great chief of the lake tribe in the far south to find the holy land and the sacred mountain! We are very good friends with your brother tribe, the Yorem tribe!"

"Looking for the holy land and the sacred mountain? The holy land in the sea has nothing to do with our Yome tribe. But the sacred mountain in the northeast is the gift and blessing of the gods, and it is the ancestral land of our Yaqui ancestors! Outsiders, if you want to go to the sacred mountain, you need to obtain permission from the tribal chief and priest! As for the Yorem tribe, although they are the same as our ancestors and came out of the sacred mountain, they have no close relationship, let alone our brothers!"

Hearing this, "Mountain Bird" Cavado showed some indignation on his face. He blushed, opened his mouth to refute something, but suppressed it abruptly, and just stood there sulking.

Hearing this, Chivako was stunned. He looked at the expression of the leader opposite him, and recalled the words of Chief Kalan, and gradually understood something in his heart.

"The relationship between the Yorem tribe and the Yome tribe is probably not that simple! Chief Kalan is not a simple person"

"Foreigners! Now that you are here, do you want to continue to go north?"

"Yes. I heard that the holy land where seabirds gather is further north."

"The holy land of seabirds? Further north? That's the land of the Sri people."

The warrior leader of the Yome tribe wore a deer head and looked serious. He looked at the clothes of the tribe in the lake vigilantly, and then looked at the eagle feather crown on Chivako's head.

"What is your relationship with the Sri people further north?"

"Huh? Our tribe in the lake came from the sacred mountain in the wilderness. We don't know what Sri people are."

The old militiaman pondered for a while and answered calmly. Similar to the Aztecs, the ancestors of the Purépechas were also a wilderness tribe from the northwest, but they arrived at the Mexican Plateau earlier.

"Hmm? You are also from the Sacred Mountain tribe?! Tell me some legends of your ancestors. Yes, the sacred mountain is the source of all wilderness tribes and the center of the vast world. Listening to your language, it should indeed be a tribe that walked out of the sacred mountain, and it is not the same as the despicable Sri people!"

The warrior leader listened carefully for a while before nodding in approval. The Nahua tribes in the far south, separated by three or four thousand miles, are somewhat similar in language to the coastal tribes in the far northwest. The long history contained in it makes people think deeply and think about it for a long time, but there is no way to verify it.

"The distant lake tribe, the flames of our ancestors illuminate us! I am the deputy leader of the Yome tribe, "Mountain Eagle" Weihuo, since you are also a tribe of the sacred mountain tribes."

"Mountain Eagle" Weihuo thought about it and promised carefully.

"The sacred mountain is very far away, and outsiders are not allowed to go there. In fact, even I have only been to the sacred mountain once. It is too desolate there, no crops can be grown, no tribes live there, only vast flint. Flint contains divine power. We Yaki people are loved by the sacred mountain and have a huge flint field. I can allow you to go to the ancestral flint field not far north of the tribe to pay homage!"

Sorry, I am busy with my graduation project during this period, and there are many things to be solved. I want to find time to update, but I don’t have a lot of time. Maomao solemnly apologizes to all the book friends. I will update as soon as I am free on the weekend. っっ