Bright bonfires burn in the field, reflecting the light of metal into people's eyes. In front of the shining gold and silver light, the gray and black Flint was inconspicuous, with an ordinary silence.

The old militiaman Chihuaco stared intently for a moment, somehow feeling that Flint looked familiar. he asked hesitantly.

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

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

Chief Karan shook his head, looking fascinated, as if he was communicating with his distant ancestors.

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

"Easy to dig, strong firepower, able to smelt gold and copper..."

Puap kept his ears sideways, trying to listen. After a while, he remembered what he had seen and heard about the Black Rock Mountain Mine, and suddenly came to his senses.

"Lord God bless! Isn't this flint the coal His Highness said?! The Black Rock Mountain Mine uses this black thing to burn the hard-to-burn iron. Every time it is transported from the Qinganbat mining area, I I have to take someone to pick it up, it takes a lot of manpower! Well, His Highness seems to pay special attention to messy stones, such as coal and iron..."

Pu'apu's thoughts were like lightning, his eyes flickered, and some thoughts appeared in his heart.

Necalli is in charge of the Industrial and Mining Division. Over the past few years, the number of his subordinates has continued to increase, almost at the same level as the commanders of the legions. As for Black Wolf's personal guard Mavic, he got the position of the person in charge of Heiyan Mountain, and now he is doing well, at least he can be regarded as the commander of a thousand-man battalion. Even he himself, didn't rely on the credit of discovering the iron mine to recover. But now this tribe has gold, copper, and flint... This is a great contribution!

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

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

"okay."

Hearing this, Chivako nodded. He looked at Chief Karan and asked solemnly.

"Friends, we, the chief's order. Looking for the holy place of seabirds, and also looking for divine things... Do you trade these flints?"

"Well..."

Hearing the inquiry from the envoy in the lake, Chief Karan's expression froze, showing a little embarrassment.

"My friend, of course there are flints from our ancestors near our tribe! But the tribe has used them for many years, and there are not many flints on the ground, and it is too troublesome to dig underground..."

"Then...where are there many flints?"

"Haha, my friend! Flint is scattered from the fire of the sacred mountain, and naturally there are the most in the sacred mountain!"

Chief Karan laughed, and replied without thinking. This question is really a bit silly. If there is no divine power of the mountain, how can the stone burn?

"...The holy mountain that contains the fire is in the far north of our Jorem tribe, and the northeast of the brother tribe Yome tribe! A priest of the tribe once came back from worshiping the holy mountain and told us: The holy mountain is the place where the fire originated. The deepest divine power. The land is dry, barren of grass, birds and beasts are extinct, there are scattered flints everywhere in the open air, and piled up towering flint mountains!..."

"And the scattered flints are also centered on the Shenshan Mountain, and are distributed in various parts of the north. Not far to the north of the Meibu, there are two large flint fields, with flints that cannot be used up for generations!..."

Speaking of this, Chief Karan's eyes showed longing, and there was a hint of deep greed. Afterwards, his expression changed, first he announced proudly, and then asked seriously.

"Among the vast wilderness and mountains, no matter whether facing east or south, there is no flint. Only in the north, only in the land of our Mayo people and Yaqui people, do we have this kind of gift from our ancestors! This land, then It is the fertile soil 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, the ancestors have witnessed! You will help us and constantly bring new weapons and supplies , to fight the Sri people in the north?"

"Yes. Ancestor witness! 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, pressed the antlers on their heads against each other, and then touched the gourd bell in their hands, making a sacred "jingle bell".

After he was done, Chief Karan waved his hand. The grand banquet started in the open air, reflecting the mighty and bright galaxy, accompanied by the swaying waves of the sea.

The samurai and fighters on both sides put down their weapons, greeted each other, and exchanged the food they carried with each other in accordance with tribal etiquette. Wang Guofang gave corn cakes, salted fish and tequila, and the Mayo people brought black bean paste and pumpkin, as well as a kind of tea beans with a strange taste.

Everyone had a good meal and were full of interest and joy. Then, the warriors of the kingdom stepped on the drums and danced a war dance with a clear rhythm; the warriors of the tribe shook the wooden bell and sang short and high-pitched tunes!

"Ahaha! Friends come from afar, the cedar trees are rattling. Let us light the fire and dance around the fire circle. Ahaha! The eyes of the ancestors watch, we dance by the fire!  …Ahahahahaha !"

The location of the Mayo people is already on the edge of the Great Basin of North America. They had a lot of communication with their northern neighbors and were influenced by their musical style, somewhat similar to the Apache tribes of the Great Basin.

The tribal warriors sang in unison, the melody was simple and repetitive, and the pitch gradually became higher. The desolate and simple singing, drifting far away between the mountains and the wasteland, accompanied by the constantly beating pace, is like a herd of bison galloping on the wasteland, which is unforgettable!

The bonfire was blazing, and everyone sang and sang loudly, which lasted all night. Chivako danced all night, and his old waist almost snapped in half. It was not until the afternoon of the second day that the fleet replenished some fresh water and prepared to head northwest.

Chief Karan personally came to the beach to see off the fleet in the lake. He hadn't slept all night, but his spirits were still flickering. At this moment, he looked at Chihuaco who was about to leave, and at the sturdy big boat 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 soldiers behind him. A young tribal warrior, barefoot and with a spear on his back, walked up to the old militia in two steps and smiled plainly.

"My friend, he is my nephew, Cavado. You may call him Merle."

"Huh? My friend, your nephew? This is going to..."

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

"Well, according to the custom, when you meet a close tribe from afar, you have to exchange young people in the tribe. Friends, if you continue to go north, the language of each tribe will become more and more difficult to understand. The words of the Sri people are even more different from ours. Quite different. The merle is young, but he knows a lot of tribal languages. His mother was snatched by my brother from the Sri tribe... Take my nephew, he will help you From now on, he will be a member of your lake tribe."

"...thank you, friend."

Chivako pondered for a while, then chose to agree. The fleet continued northward, and a local interpreter was really needed. He nodded sincerely and smiled at the young tribal warrior. Afterwards, he looked at Puap and ordered in a low voice.

"Old Pu, you must be a warrior."

In the desolate Northland, exchanging youths with trusted tribes has always been the custom of many Northland tribes. And behind this custom, it probably has the effect of exchanging blood and saving seeds to prevent inbreeding.

"...Fine!"

Huitu Puap touched his chin, looked at the warrior behind him, and called a trusted Prepecha warrior.

"Putu, the gray cat warrior, you are my clansman, you are not married, so stay here! I will leave you more property. You marry more wives, have more children, and take root here ..."

The gray cat warrior Putu looked at the poor Yorem tribe with nothing but gold nuggets, and was speechless for a while. However, in this era, the orders of the family patriarch usually cannot be disobeyed. After a while, he could only nod helplessly.

"...Okay, Patriarch. Listen to you."

"Well! When you are free to make a baby, walk around more and see how big the gold and copper mines are. There are gold and copper here, and His Highness will definitely pay attention to it... After a few years, the kingdom will definitely come back. Send someone!"

"good!..."

The two sides exchanged a young soldier each, and they said goodbye. Chief Karan looked at the tribal fleet in the lake, disappearing at the end of the vast coast. After a while, he took a deep breath. Then, with a smile on his face, he pulled Putu, a young gray cat warrior, and announced with a heroic smile.

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

"Ah? Here, Chief Deerhead... Uh, no, Chief Karan, you..."

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

The sea and sky are vast, the water color is gray, and the drought along the way has become more and more dry, and there is no cloud or rain in the sky. The kingdom's fleet sailed from the bay occupied by the Yorem Ministry. In just five days, he traveled four to five hundred miles and arrived at the territory of the Yuemei tribe.

The Yuemei tribe is a large tribe with a population of more than 8,000, and with the addition of several small tribes affiliated, it can even reach 10,000 to 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 the Yaqui people. Here, the fleet moored again to resupply some water from nearby tribal villages.

As the most powerful tribe along the coast, the Yuemei tribe is very vigilant about the arrival of the fleet in the lake. On the second day, their chief didn't show up, but they sent hundreds of heavily armed tribal warriors to ask the purpose of the kingdom's fleet.

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, took "Mountain Bird" Kavado to meet the leader of the warriors sent by the Yome tribe. He answered frankly.

"We are the envoys sent by the great chief of the lake tribe in the far south to look for the holy land and the holy mountain! We are very good friends with your brother tribe, the Jorem tribe!"

"Looking for holy places and sacred mountains? The sacred places in the sea have nothing to do with our Yuemei 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! Foreigners, if you want to go to the sacred mountain, you need to obtain the tribal Permission from the chiefs and priests!...As for the Yorem tribe, although they are the same as our ancestors, they walked out of the sacred mountain, but they have no close relationship, let alone our brothers!"

Hearing this, "Mountain Bird" Kavado showed a bit of indignation on his face. He blushed, opened his mouth to refute something, but suppressed it forcefully, just stood there sulking.

Hearing this, Chivaco froze. Looking at the expression of the leader on the other side, and recalling Chief Karan's words, he gradually realized something in his heart.

"The Yorem Department and the Yome Department... the relationship between these two departments may not be that simple!... Chief Karan is not a simple person..."

"Foreigners! After you get here, do you want to continue heading north?"

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

"Sacred place for seabirds? Further north? . . . That's the land of the Sri people."

The warrior leader of the Yuemei tribe wears a deer head and looks serious. He looked vigilantly at the clothes of the tribe in the lake, and at the eagle feather crown on Chihuaco's head.

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

"Eh?...Our tribe in the lake came from the sacred mountain in the wilderness. I don't know them. What Sri people..."

The old militiaman pondered for a while, then answered calmly. Similar to the Aztecs, the ancestors of the Prepechas were also a wilderness tribe from the northwest, but they arrived in the Mexican plateau earlier.

"Huh? You are also the Shenshan tribe?! Tell me about the legends of your ancestors, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Let me listen... Yes, Shenshan is the source of all wilderness tribes and the center of the vast world. Listen 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 various tribes of the Nahua language in the far south are separated by three or four thousand miles, and they 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 tribe in the distant lake, the flames of our ancestors shine on us! I am the deputy leader of the Yuemei tribe, 'Shanying' Weihuo, since you are also a branch of the tribes of Shenshan..."

"Mountain Eagle" Weihuo thought for a while, and solemnly promised.

"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, no crops can be grown there, and there are no tribes living there, only the vast flint... The flint contains Divine power, we Yaqui people are loved by the sacred mountain and have a huge flint field. I can allow you to pay homage to the ancestor's flint field not far from the north of the tribe!"

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