"The ancestors have witnessed that the Lord God is watching us! I, Chivako, swear that the fleet will soon return the captives and leave the ancestral land of the Sri people. The tribes in the lake and the tribes of Concaksli are friends, not enemy!"

"The flame of the ancestors, witness the oath! I, Lobster Pickham, swear, as long as the leader of the big ship releases me back to the tribe and leaves our ancestral land, he will be my friend! I will lay down my arms and sing and share with him, the ancestor's Songs of the North."

The two cut their palms, and blood flowed immediately. Afterwards, with solemn expressions, they first swore oaths in different languages, and then stretched out their right palms at the same time, touching each other tightly, allowing the red blood to blend together!

"Ancestral witness! Blood oath not to change!"

After Qiqi's shout, the **** oath is complete. 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 kept by all tribes in America!

After swearing, Pickham's face became much more relaxed, and even brought a smile on his face. Chivaco grinned, his face still twitching in pain. The two smeared some yucca juice and bandaged the wound. Then they lowered their heads and touched each other's foreheads, like bobcats and wild deer meeting for the first time.

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

"okay!"

As soon as Chivaco hesitated, he stretched out his hand cautiously and untied the rope that bound Pickham. Pickham moved his thick wrist, glared fiercely at the ferocious Puap, and took another deep look at the old militiaman. Then, he sat cross-legged on the deck directly.

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

"...have."

Chivaco raised his brows and whispered a few words. Soon, some sailors brought dry and hard corn cakes, black bean puree mixed with water, and some non-perishable light fruit wine. There is no shortage of fruits in Central America, and fruit wine is the drink that civilians and warriors often drink.

"Gudongdong!"

Pickham drank a few gulps of the fruit wine, with surprise and satisfaction appearing on his face. Then, he gnawed on the pancakes and scooped up the bean paste, like a bear chewing corn.

"Mmm...delicious! Mmmmm...delicious!"

"..."

The corners of Chivaco's eyes twitched, watching Pickam devouring the food. As the leader of a tribe, the other party seemed to have never eaten anything, not even the warriors of the kingdom.

"It appears that although the Sri people are as aggressive as coyotes, food is relatively scarce."

After a while, Pickham finished drinking and eating pancakes. He licked his fingers, looking a little unsatisfied.

"Friends, you tribe in the lake, the food is very good!"

Chivaco nodded with a smile.

"Okay, wow! Friends, are you full?"

"Me? Of course, I'm not full! But that's good, if you eat too much, you won't be able to run."

Pickham shook his head. As a desert tribe, food is always the biggest problem. They are generally lean and thin, with no excess fat on their bodies, and few opportunities to eat and drink.

"...Uh, that's good. There are still enough pancakes on the boat. When you leave, you can take a bag back with you."

"Ah! Really?"

"Hmm. Really!"

Chivaco blinked and looked at Pickham with surprise on his face. The old militiaman smiled gently, patted the other party's shoulder affectionately, and began to get down to business.

"Lobster, how many fighters are here in your Sri Lankan ministries?"

"Warriors? Our warriors are like 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 guard the sacred ancestral land, all tribes threw Let's get rid of the contradictions and gather together! And more tribal fighters are still on the way!"

Pickham straightened his spine, talking nonsense.

The distribution of the various parts of Sri is indeed very wide, but most of them are located in the arid desert, where there is a shortage of food and it is difficult to march long distances. Only the tribes within one or two hundred miles nearby can mobilize soldiers to protect the ancestral land. However, they can't leave fishing and hunting here and stay here for too long. And other tribes will only send a few warriors who are good at fighting. Therefore, it is said that there are reinforcements, but in fact it is almost the same as no.

"Er...okay."

Chivaco blinked. He glanced at Pickham's expression and knew that the other party was still on guard, so he stopped asking for information about the Sri fighter. He thought for a while and changed the subject.

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

Hearing Mera's translation, Pickham sat up straight and replied seriously.

"My friend, Tahyork Island is the common ancestral land of all the tribes of Concax. All tribes, whether they are on the east side of the big island, the north side of the big island, or the peninsula west of the big island, will have a song passed down by their ancestors."

"West of the Big Island, the peninsula?"

Hearing this, Chivako paid attention.

"What, there are songs?"

"Well. We are a tribe that is good at singing, and we use songs to pass down epics."

Pickham raised his head, looked at the vast night, stared at the boundless sea, and sang in a low voice.

"...It is this time, when the night falls. The spirit whales inhabit around the ancestral land, they float and sink in the sea, and they live in seclusion in the cave... O people who are good at running! When you visit the ancestral land at midnight If you touch the ground, you will see the huge spirit whale gliding on the waves. This is an auspicious sign, the guardian of the tribe!...Look directly at them, and they will leave the water, rise into the air, and fly to you! He They will envelop you with a powerful spirit and give you sacred blessings... This is the contract between the ancestors and the spirit whales, in this blessed ancestral land! From then on, you will be free from the terrible invasion of evil and gain powerful Healing ability, able to walk safely in the dark night without light...Tah York is the sacred place, the island of spirit whales!..."

"Tah York, the sacred place, the island of the spirit whale..."

Chihuaco watched the sea, and could vaguely see the undulating pod of whales. He bowed his head slightly, paying homage to the legend in the myth. Subsequently, the old militiamen had some troubles. He scratched his head and asked in a deep voice.

"Friend, the great chief of the tribe in the lake, let us go out to sea and find an island where birds live! This big island is populated by birds, but it is your sacred ancestral land. Then, are there any other islands nearby?"

"Oh! It turns out that you are the team looking for the sacred island."

Pickham touched his head, and looked at the samurai on board warily. He thought for a while, then pointed to the west.

"My friend, we are in a long and narrow bay surrounded by large groups of whales and inhabited by countless seabirds. In the north west of Tah York, we can row a boat for a day or two, and there is another large island with many birds. And In the southwest, there are several bird-rich islands. Then, if you turn south along the long and narrow peninsula in the west, from the central part of the Cochmi people to the small tribe at the southernmost tip, all the way There are so many small islands!"

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

Chivaco was a little surprised. He always thought that he was still driving on the vast sea.

"Yes. We are in the bay, and the west is a peninsula extending from north to south. Because of the protection of spiritual whales, the wind and waves are calm. The tribe can fish in the sea without worrying about the waves by sitting in a boat with reeds."

Pickham nodded affirmatively. He is the chief of the tribe, has an epic heritage, and knows the surrounding situation along the way. He turned and pointed to the sea to the north.

"Since it is a bay, it naturally has an end. From here, row a small boat for about ten days, and you will reach the end of the bay, the border of the northern desert. This is the direction where the ancestors migrated. The north, west, and east sides of the bay, They 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'hata apa'!"

"'Haha'? 'Hata Apa'?"

Chivako stared wide-eyed and repeated this strange word, as if feeling a mysterious power.

"Hmm! 'Haha'!"

Pickham chanted aloud, his face full of piety and longing.

"'Haha' is the north wind, the true wind. 'Hata Apa' is the truth of all things and the place where the tribe originated! The ancestors were forced to leave the fertile land of warmth and comfort in order to escape the terrible flood. They went through hardships, Trekking long distances, singing inherited songs, ringing stone bells. They traveled south along the coast, all the way south, traveled thousands of miles, and finally were sheltered by the spirit whales, and settled down in the desert and the bay! And the tower Heyok is the ancestral land where the ancestors met the spirit whale!"

In the end, Pickham emphasized again. His eyes were still looking at the north, and he murmured longingly.

"Perhaps, in my lifetime, I will be able to travel thousands of miles to the place where my ancestors originated. Let's see what the rich land in the folklore looks like!"

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

"ah?"

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

"Lobster, you just said that in the north where the sea ends, there is still a vast land?"

"Of course! According to the songs of the ancestors, the land in the north is endless, with rivers full of vitality, and tribes as diverse as forests. The bay where the ancestors lived was warm and had plenty of food all year round, and the east was continuous mountains that never suffered from cold waves. Threat. Only, there will be a terrible flood..."

Pickham sighed. In the ballads of the ancestors, it is also said that if you plant crops in the field, you can harvest several times~lightnovelpub.net~ But 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 took a deep look at the south and pursed his lips. Then, he seemed to remember something, added.

"My friend, you made a mistake just now. The north is not the end of the sea, but the end of the bay. On the west side of the narrow peninsula, there is still an endless sea. Our ancestors went south along the coast. Therefore, our language, It’s different from the surrounding ministries.”

"Well, that's how it turned out."

Chivaco nodded slightly. He touched his wrinkled old face, silent. According to Chief Lobster's description, the seabird islands are along the peninsula in the west, heading south, which is the direction to go home. And to go north, it takes about ten days for a small boat, and it may take less than ten days for a big ship. It is the end of the northwest bay, what is the endless border of the northern continent... "Next, the fleet will return south, and take a look at the sea of ​​birds. Zhong Xiaodao, should we continue to go north and take a look at the endless northern continent?"

The old militiaman frowned, thinking deeply. After a while, he looked at Puap's expression, lowered his eyes, and finally made a decision!

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