Chapter 483: Exploration of the Lake Kingdom, the End of the Bay, the Boundless Northern Continent!

"The ancestors are witnesses, the Lord is watching us! I, Chihuaco, swear that the fleet will soon release the captives and leave the ancestral land of the Sri people. The tribe in the lake and the Concaxri tribe are friends, not enemies!"

"The flames of the ancestors witness the oath! I, Lobster Pikamu, swear that as long as the leader of the big ship lets me return to the tribe and leaves our ancestral land, he is my friend! I will lay down my weapons and sing and share with him the northern ballads of the ancestors."

The two cut their palms, and blood immediately flowed. Then, they looked solemn, first swore in different languages, and then stretched out their right palms at the same time, pressed tightly together, and let the red blood blend!

"The ancestors are witnesses! The blood oath will not change!"

After shouting together, the blood oath was completed. In this era, the oath of ancestors and blood always has a sacred effect in people's hearts, and it is a promise respected and upheld by all tribes in America!

After the oath, Pikamu's face was much more relaxed, and even smiled. Chihuaco grinned, his face still twitching with pain. The two of them applied some yucca juice and bandaged the wound. Then they lowered their heads and touched each other's foreheads, like a mountain cat and a wild deer meeting for the first time.

"Friend! Let me go, I won't do it again!"

"Okay!"

Chihuaco hesitated for a moment, then carefully reached out and untied the rope that tied Pikamu. Pikamu moved his thick wrists, glared at the vicious Puapu, and looked deeply at the old militia. Then, he sat cross-legged on the deck.

"Friend, I'm thirsty and hungry. Is there anything to drink or eat?"

"Yes."

Chihuaco raised his eyebrows and whispered a few words. Soon, a sailor brought dry and hard corn cakes, black bean paste mixed with water, and some light fruit wine that was not easy to deteriorate. There is no shortage of fruits in Central America, and fruit wine is the common drink for civilians and warriors.

"Gudongdong!"

Pikamu drank several mouthfuls of fruit wine, with surprise and satisfaction on his face. Then, he ate the biscuits and scooped up the bean paste, like a bear chewing corn.

"Mmm. Delicious! Mmm. Delicious!"

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Chivaco's eyes twitched as he watched Pikamu eat voraciously. As the head of a tribe, he seemed to have never eaten anything, even worse than the warriors of the kingdom.

"It seems that although the Sri people are as aggressive as coyotes, they are relatively scarce in food."

After a while, Pikamu finished drinking the wine and eating the biscuits. He licked his fingers, looking a little unsatisfied.

"Friend, your lake tribe has great food!"

Chivaco smiled and nodded.

"Good, good! Friend, are you full?"

"Me? Of course, not full! But it's good like this, you can't run if you eat too much."

Pikamu shook his head. As a desert tribe, food is always the biggest problem. They are generally lean and thin, without much fat on their bodies, and rarely have the opportunity to eat and drink.

".Well, that's good. There are still enough biscuits on the boat. When you leave, you can carry a bag back."

"Ah! Really?"

"Yeah. Really!"

Chivaco blinked his eyes and saw the surprise on Pikamu's face. The old militia smiled gently, patted the other's shoulder affectionately, and started to get to the point.

"Lobster, how many warriors from your Sri Lankan tribes have come this time?"

"Warriors? Our warriors are like the stars in the sky, countless! This vast sea of ​​sand, all the way to the far north, is full of our tribes. In order to defend the sacred ancestral land, all tribes have put aside their conflicts and gathered together! And more tribal warriors are still on the way!"

Pikamu straightened his spine and talked nonsense.

The distribution range of Sri Lankan tribes is indeed very wide, but most of them are located in arid deserts, with a severe shortage of food and difficulty in long-distance marches. Only tribes within a hundred or two hundred miles nearby can mobilize warriors to guard the ancestral land. However, they couldn't abandon fishing and hunting and stay here for too long. Other tribes would only send a few warriors who were good at fighting. So the reinforcements, although they were said to be there, were actually almost the same as not having them.

"Well, okay."

Chivaco blinked. He glanced at Pikamu's expression and knew that the other party was still on guard, so he stopped asking about the information of the Sri warriors. He thought about it and changed the subject.

"Lobster, why is that Tashasha Island your ancestral land?"

Hearing the translation of the mountain bird, Pikamu sat up straight and answered seriously.

"Friend, Taheyok Island is the common ancestral land of all tribes in Kangkaxli. All tribes, whether on the east side of the big island, the north side of the big island, or the peninsula on the west side of the big island, will have a ballad passed down by their ancestors."

"West of the big island, peninsula?"

Hearing this, Chivaco paid attention in his heart.

"What, there are ballads?"

"Yes. We are a tribe that is good at singing, and we use ballads to pass on epics."

Pikam looked up at the vast night, gazed at the endless sea, and sang in a low voice.

“.It is at this time, when night falls. The spirit whales live around the ancestral land, they float on the sea, they live in seclusion in the caves. The tribesmen who are good at running! When you visit the ancestral land at midnight, you will see huge spirit whales gliding on the waves. This is an auspicious sign, the guardian of the tribe! Look directly at them, they will leave the water, soar into the sky, and fly towards you! They will cover you with a powerful spirit and give you a sacred blessing. This is the contract between the ancestors and the spirit whales, in this blessed ancestral land! From now on, you will be free from the terrible invasion of evil, gain powerful healing abilities, and be able to walk safely in the dark night without light. Tahjok is the sacred place, the island of spirit whales! ”

“Tahjok, the sacred place, the island of spirit whales.”

Chiwako looked at the sea and could vaguely see the undulating whales. He bowed his head slightly and paid tribute to the legend in the myth. Then, the old militia was a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and asked in a deep voice.

"Friend, the chief of the lake tribe, let us go out to sea and look for an island where birds live! This big island is inhabited by birds, but it is your sacred ancestral land. So, are there other islands nearby?"

"Oh! So you are a team looking for a sacred island."

Pikam touched his head and looked at the warriors on the boat with some caution. He thought for a while and pointed his hand to the west.

"Friend, we are in a long and narrow bay, surrounded by a large group of whales and countless seabirds. To the northwest of Tahjok, there is another large island with many birds after rowing for a day or two. And in the southwest, there are several small islands with many birds. Then, if you follow the narrow peninsula in the west and turn south, from the middle of the Kochimi people to the small tribe at the southernmost end, there are many small islands along the way!"

"We are in a long and narrow bay? There is a long and narrow peninsula in the west? Is the end of the sea in the northwest?"

Chiwako was a little surprised. He always thought that he was still sailing on the vast ocean.

"Yes. We are in the bay, and to the west is a peninsula extending from north to south. Because of the protection of the spirit whale, the wind is calm. The tribe can fish in the sea in a small reed boat without worrying about the waves."

Pikam nodded affirmatively. He is the chief of the tribe, with an epic heritage, and knows the situation along the way. He turned around and pointed to the sea in the north.

"Since it is a bay, it naturally has an end. From here, rowing a boat for about ten days, you will reach the end of the bay, the border of the northern desert. That is the direction from which our ancestors migrated. The north, west, and east of the bay are all tribes of our Concaxli people! The mighty north wind, coming from the vast continent and mountains in the north, is haaha 'haha', or haitáapa 'hataapa'!"

"'Haha'? 'Hataapa'?"

Chivaco widened his eyes and repeated this strange word, as if he felt the mysterious power.

"Hmm! 'Haha'!"

Pikam chanted loudly, his face full of piety and yearning.

"'Haha' is the north wind, the real wind. 'Hata Apa' is the truth of all things and the place where the tribe originated! In order to avoid the terrible flood, the ancestors were forced to leave the warm and comfortable fertile land. They went through hardships, traveled long distances, sang the inherited songs, and shook the stone bells. They went south along the coast, all the way south, traveled thousands of miles, and finally were protected by the spirit whale and settled in the desert and the bay! And Tahjok is the ancestral land where the ancestors met the spirit whale!"

At the end, Pikam emphasized again. His eyes were still looking to the north, and he murmured with yearning.

"Maybe, in my lifetime, I can travel thousands of miles to the place where my ancestors originated. Take a look at what the rich land in the ballads looks like!"

In Sri Lanka, the three directions of "east, west, and south" are common words. Only "north, north wind" symbolizes the lofty origin. The fertile flood land where the Sri people originated may be in the San Francisco Bay area of ​​California.

"Ah?"

Hearing this, Chivaco was dumbfounded. He smacked his lips in surprise and asked in disbelief.

"Lobster, you just said that there is an endless land in the north at the end of the sea?"

"Of course! According to the songs of our ancestors, the land in the north is endless, with rivers full of vitality and tribes as numerous as forests. The bay where our ancestors lived is warm all year round and has sufficient food. There are continuous mountains in the east and are never threatened by cold waves. However, there will be terrible floods."

Pickam sighed. The songs of our ancestors also said that planting crops in the fields can yield several times the harvest. However, in this arid and desolate land, there is almost no fertile soil for planting. The tribe has long lost the technology of planting, unless

Chief Lobster looked deeply at the south and pursed his lips. Then, he seemed to remember something and added.

"My friend, you were wrong just now. The north is not the end of the sea, but the end of the bay. To the west of the narrow peninsula, there is still an endless sea. Our ancestors went south along the coast. Therefore, our language is different from those of the surrounding tribes."

"Well, that's how it is."

Chihuaco nodded slightly. He touched his wrinkled old face and pondered in silence. According to the description of Chief Lobster, the seabird archipelago is along the western peninsula, heading south, which is the direction of home. Going north, it takes about ten days for a small boat and less than ten days for a large boat, and it is the end of the northwest bay, the endless northern continental border.

"Next, should the fleet return south to see the small islands in the sea with flocks of birds, or continue north to see the boundless northern continent?"

The old militia frowned and thought deeply. After a moment, he looked at Puapu's expression, lowered his eyes, and finally made a decision!