Chapter 876 The Bear Hunting Department, the Dancing Lotte

August on the coast of Northern California is the sunniest and most beautiful time of the year. The turquoise ocean, brown beaches, lush forests and grasslands, and the green-brown eastern mountains are constantly alternating in the sight of the fleet, full of vitality.

This is the season for all things to reproduce, and most of the flowers in the Northland will bloom during this season. Purple sea chrysanthemums appear on the beach, together with the equally magnificent asters, dotted in the saline mudflats. As for the white daisies, they grow on the high cliffs and sway gently in the wind. This low-growing floret has surprisingly deep roots that can withstand strong sea breezes up high. And between the tidal flats and cliffs, the wet grasslands where the river passes are full of pink Sea thrift. Clusters of these gorgeous flowers are like the umbrella cover that the earth blooms, and it is also the blessing of Mother Earth in the population of the Pomo (Pomo) people!

"Praise the Lord God! The northern coast in August is so gorgeous!..."

Standing at the bow of the boat, the captain of the exploration, Zuvaro, looked at the ups and downs of the colors along the coast, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"So many summer flowers, such beautiful colors! They are brighter than the priestesses of the kingdom! Ah! I want to lie on the flowers, sing a spring song, and dance with the most beautiful girl ..."

"Well?…"

Hearing Zuvaro's admiration, Mickey's smile froze instantly. He curled his lips in disgust, and his eyes fell on the seal group on the shore.

Under the warm sunshine, these round and cute animals have separated into two circles. One circle is arguing and fighting, while the other circle is lying lazily watching. And soon, a male seal won the fight, and couldn't wait to crawl to another female's circle, hopping together.

"Well!."

The knowledgeable Mickey kept a frozen expression and observed intently for a while. Then, he turned his head and looked at his friend Zuvaro, who was also shocked, and laughed.

"Zouvaro! So what you want is to be a seal!..."

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After a while, the exploration captain Zuvaro twitched the corners of his mouth, gritted his teeth, and said fiercely.

"Damn it! This group of happy seals...just in time for the fleet to replenish their meat!"

"No! No way!"

Hearing this, the knowledgeable Mickey shook his head and reached out to press his friend's shoulder.

"God bless! August is the season for all things to multiply, and it is also the day when the tribe stops hunting. According to the tradition of the local tribe, until October, when the seals have finished mating and the female seals have obvious pregnancy characteristics, the hunters will start hunting. ! And the hunting target is also a male seal, and will never hunt a pregnant female beast..."

"Everything in the North follows the cycle. Whether it is hunting or fishing, the population must be kept in balance! This is a tradition formed by the tribes in the North for thousands of years, and it is also the law of survival. If we destroy these laws, You will be hated by all ministries!"

"Uh! The traditions of the North, the rules of survival? This... okay!"

The exploration captain Zuwaro thought for a moment, looked at the seals resentfully, and then looked forward again. Driven by the Alaska warm current, the fleet went north without stopping. Soon, the low-lying village of the Pomo people and their swimming canoes appeared in front of everyone.

"We have arrived at the hunting grounds of the Pomo people! Further on, they are the most powerful tribe on the coast! I have been there!"

The cloaked hunter Le Tian gestured with his hands and feet, and shouted excitedly. It is about 600 miles away from the Golden Bay where Beiwan is located, which is the limit of his hunting. And the large tribe near the seashore in front was also the northernmost tribe he had ever been to.

"Look! Big River! Totem Pole!... Ba'po! Ba'po! Ahead is the Ba'po Department!"

"ah?"

Mickey the Knowledgeable stood on tiptoe, and it was a while before he saw a quiet river merging into the western sea. Then, a tall totem pole was erected on the bank of the river, symbolizing the tribal territory. On the totem pole, there seemed to be some kind of fighting scene engraved, and it could only be seen after getting closer. It was a huntress with a spear and a giant bear!

"Huh? Letian, what do you mean by 'Ba Po'?"

"Oh! That's their language, and it's also one of the languages ​​of the Palapa ethnic group. 'Bapo' means bears, and they fight with bears. And the name of the Bapo department is actually the 'Bear Hunting Department'! "

The cloak hunter Lotte rubbed his chin, recalling the experiences he had experienced a long time ago, as well as the stories told by the cedar shaman, and told them intermittently.

"The bear hunting tribe is the most powerful tribe among the Pomo people! According to legend, their ancestor was a huntress who wandered in the north. She was strong and brave, and even went alone to hunt bears in the forest! She Holding a spear in his hand, he fought with a legendary brown bear all night, and then stabbed the bear to death. But the bear also injured her, and the bear's blood flowed on her body and mingled with her blood..."

"Ah! A huntress who hunts a bear alone? Was she injured after stabbing a giant bear?"

Hearing this, the knowledgeable Mickey showed surprise and asked aloud.

"What happened later? She bathed in the blood of the legendary giant bear, became stronger, and gained divinity from then on?"

"Huh? Why do you think so? The idea of ​​the southern tribes is really strange! Everything has spirituality, and so do people..."

The cloaked hunter scratched his head and gave Mickey a strange look. In this difficult and cold northern land, there are no aristocratic chieftains of divine descent passed down from generation to generation, and productivity is not allowed.

".Later? Later, of course, the huntress was stained with bear blood, became pregnant, and gave birth to Pomo people with bear blood! And the Pomo people also became a strong bear tribe, able to fight bears in the forest. As for Among them, the most powerful Pomo tribe is called the Bear Hunting Division!"

"The tribe of the Pomo bears...the Bear Hunt..."

After hearing the myths about the ancestors of the Pomo people, Zuvaro and Mickey looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what to say for a while.

The appearance of the exploration fleet soon alarmed the hunters of the bear hunting department. These tough forest hunters, accustomed to fighting, quickly mobilized. The entire bear hunting department organized more than 400 tribal warriors, armed with throwing spears and hunting bows, to "warmly welcome" them on the beach. And from the scale of the quickly mobilized fighters, it can be roughly guessed that the population of the bear hunting department should be around 3,000.

"Lord God bless! These Pomo people are really enthusiastic!..."

Seeing the bear hunting department in a fighting posture, Mickey, the knowledgeable man, sighed with helplessness on his face. He pulled the cloaked hunter Lotte and asked in a low voice.

"Letian, you have been to the Pomo tribe, and you must speak the language of the Pomo people, right? Can you negotiate with them instead of the fleet? Tell them that we are trusted allies of the Cedar Shaman, and we are going to the north. Add some food and water here..."

"Uh...I only know a few Pomo words."

The cloak hunter Le Tian pulled his hair and smiled embarrassedly. But soon, a confident expression appeared on his face.

"But communication, no problem! I know this well, so I don't need to talk!..."

"Praise the Lord God! Alright! Then I'll leave it to you!"

A moment later, the cloaked hunter Le Tian came to the shore with a bow. Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of Pomo warriors, he first raised his hand, revealing his bow without arrows, and put it on the ground. Then, he took off the fur coat on his body, put down the dagger, and was naked, only wearing a bearskin cloak. Finally, he let go, did a grouse-like war dance, and then knelt on the sand, arms outstretched, and waited.

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The knowledgeable Mickey was dumbfounded, watching this dazzling dance that seemed to be full of deep meaning, but he couldn't see anything.

But after a while, a strong tribal hunter stepped out from among the Pomo warriors. He also put down his bow and arrow, stepped forward, touched Lotte's bearskin cloak, and shouted a few words in surprise. Then, he held up Le Tian with both hands, and the crowd of onlookers erupted into enthusiastic shouts.

"Pomo'loktol! Nyi'tah!"

"Bear Hunter! Friends!"