The low sound of the drums echoed in the wilderness by the sea along with the joyous songs of the crowd. The bonfire was burning, reflecting on the faces of both sides, revealing seemingly identical smiles.

The old militiaman Chihuaco looked at the expression of Chief Karan with a smile on his face, and asked aloud.

"Good friend! Good wow!...Where is that island with many seabirds?"

"Ah ha ha!"

Chief Karan smiled enthusiastically, but did not answer directly. He looked at the bronze spears of the Prepecha warriors and asked with interest.

"My friend, your spears seem to be different from ours... May I have a look?"

Chivako's expression froze, and after a few breaths, he nodded with a smile.

"Friend, good!"

After finishing speaking, he shouted a few words to Puap. The gray-soil warrior looked vigilant, holding the bronze dagger at his waist with one hand, and handing over the bronze spear with the other.

Chief Karan took the bronze spear and glanced at the gray soil warrior's bronze short sword as if nothing had happened. Afterwards, he carefully observed the sharp edge of the bronze spearhead, and then slashed it with the stone knife at his waist, his expression changed immediately. Surprised on his face, he spoke eagerly.

"My friend, what is this spearhead made of? It's so fast and tough!"

"...This is made of a special kind of stone. My friend, tell me the location of the island, and I will give you this spear!"

Chivaco took a step closer and stretched out his arm tentatively.

Chief Karan subconsciously wanted to dodge, but immediately held back. He also stretched out his arms and touched the old militiaman, pressing each other's shoulders.

"Ahaha! Friends, the ancestor's flame witness, I will tell you everything I know! But I have one request, that is, to trade such a fast and tough weapon with the tribe in the lake!"

"Huh? Trading weapons?"

Hearing this sentence, Chivako was a little surprised. He looked at Chief Karan's expression again, but he didn't feel any obvious killing intent.

"It's not impossible. It's just, friends, what do you have that can be traded?"

Chief Karan's eyes flickered and he thought for a moment. The tribe has corn, beans, fish, pottery, cotton cloth and salt, but they are not in sufficient quantity. The only stones that can be traded with the southern tribes are the rich stones in the mountains. I heard that the southern tribes value these useless things very much... He ordered a few words in a low voice, and several guards left in a hurry and returned to the neighboring tribes.

"My friend, please be patient like the rock on the top of the eastern mountain. The warriors return to the tribe and will return soon."

Seeing someone leaving, Chivako became more vigilant. He lowered his voice and spoke in the Preepecha dialect.

"Old Pu, go greet the warriors and ask them to make some preparations, just in case. If a large number of warriors from the Jorem tribe come..."

Puap frowned and nodded slightly. He disappeared for a moment, and when he came back, he brought a few of the most skilled warriors and faintly surrounded Chief Karan in the center.

Chief Karan didn't realize it. Still smiling enthusiastically, he spoke.

"Friends, in fact, our area is rich in water and grass, there are many trees, and there are always many seabirds. The fishermen are fishing nearby, and the small islands are full of beautiful birds. But if you want to say that the island with the most seabirds...is there a lot of seabirds? It is the Big Turtle Island in the Northwest Sea!"

"Turtle Island in the northwest? How far?"

Chivako cheered up and asked.

"From here, go out to sea, along the coast, all the way to the northwest, pass the yoeme of the yaqui, and then the guaymas, and continue until you come across the aggressive The Seri people (seri). The big island in the sea is in the land of the Seri people, and there are also their fishermen there."

Chief Karan shook his head, even the deer head he was wearing.

"The fishermen of the tribe have to row boats for more than ten days and stop at the Yaqui villages several times before they can get there. But your boats are big and fast, and it may not take that long... The legend of the big turtle island is that it was transformed by a giant tortoise. , inhabited by countless flocks of birds. The Sri people occupy the big island and the nearby water, and do not allow fishing boats from other tribes to pass through."

"Hmm... Yaqui people? Sri people? Friends, can you tell me about them?"

"The Yaqui are our Mayo brothers. We worship the fire of our ancestors, grow the same corn, speak the same language, and shed the same blood. As for the Sri..."

Speaking of the Sri people, Chief Karan's expression turned slightly cold.

"What they say is completely different from the surrounding tribes, without our blood! Their ancestors came from the northern desert and have an unclear relationship with the aggressive desert people. They hunted wild animals and seabirds, and went out to sea to fight Fish, often migrate to the camp. They will also rob the tribes of prey and fish, and even harass the villages of the tribes...Friends, we need your sharp weapons to drive away these wandering tribes!"

"Okay, wow!...friend..."

Chivaco responded gently, thinking flashed in his heart. The fleet arrived at the big island in the northwest, heading to the land of the Sri people, I'm afraid it won't be smooth sailing... He thought about it and asked with a smile.

"Besides the big island of sea turtles in the northwest, is there anything in the sea, an island with many seabirds?"

"Um..."

Chief Karan hesitated for a moment. This question is actually not a secret. If the tribe in the lake continues to go to the northwest, the Yome and Guaima tribes along the way will know the answer.

"My friend, in the west of us, we only need to row a boat for two days, and we will encounter a long and narrow peninsula. The peninsula stretches all the way, very long, long, long... On the peninsula, there are many, many, many flocks of birds, There are also many, many small islands nearby...there is relatively dry and cannot support too many people, and there are no large tribes. The central part of the peninsula is the land of the Kochimi (í), and there is a small tribe, which is quite friendly. "

"Within two hundred miles to the west, there is a very, very long peninsula. It is relatively dry, with many seabirds and small islands... Kochimi people?"

Chihuaco lowered his head slightly, sorting out the precious information of Chief Karan. He was a little grateful for the other party's frankness, his old face was full of smiles, he looked into the other party's eyes, and nodded repeatedly.

"Friend, good! Good friend!"

"Well. Friends, we are good friends!"

Chief Karan smiled, held the wooden bell, touched Chihuaco's bell, and stopped talking. The two laughed and remained silent until a dozen tribal warriors hurried to the chief with rattan baskets on their backs, and the atmosphere in the field changed again.

Pu'apu quietly clenched his dagger tightly, squinted his eyes, counted the number of people coming, and then slowly let go.

Chief Karan's expression remained unchanged. He thought for a moment, stretched out his hand, took the heaviest rattan basket, and dumped it on the ground. In an instant, the shining dark golden light caught everyone's eyes! Pu'apu's expression suddenly changed, and greed flashed in his eyes.

Large piles of roughly smelted gold ore were scattered at the feet of everyone, some of them still had the dark color of the original ore, like pieces of golden pebbles~lightnovelpub.net~ And among the gold nuggets, there were more tiny gold particles , scattered like corn kernels, submerged in the grass and soil.

Chief Karan didn't care about the scattered gold and stones, but only paid attention to the expressions of the envoys in the lake. Seeing the happy faces on everyone's faces, he felt confident and confident.

There are many of these golden stones in the nearby mountains, as well as in the streams between the mountains. Not only on the land of the Mayo people, there are these gold stones, but also on the land of the Yaqui people, on the land of the Sri people, and even the Opata people in the northeast mountains! There are these gold and stones on the land of the surrounding ministries, which are worthless for trading. In fact, the entire coastal Sonora region is full of deposits, large and small. In the future, Mexico will be the largest producer of gold and copper mines, with a quarter of gold production and more than half of copper production!

"Huh? This..."

Seeing the dazzling gold nuggets, the old militiaman froze for a moment. After a while, he nodded with difficulty.

"Friend, good friend! This business can be done!"

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