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"Ancestors witness, the Lord God is watching us! I, Chiwako swear, that the fleet will soon return the captives and leave the ancestral land of the Sri people. The Lake Tribe, and the Concaxli Tribe, are friends, not enemy!"

"The flame of the ancestors, witness the oath! I, Lobster Pickam, swear that as long as the captain of the big ship let me go back to the tribe and leave our ancestral land, he will be my friend! I will lay down my arms and sing and share with him, the ancestor's Song of the North."

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

"Ancestor's testimony! Blood oath never changes!"

After Qi Qi shouted, the **** 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 that all tribes in the Americas respect and abide by!

After taking the oath, Pickam's face softened a lot, and even put on a smile. Chiwaco grinned, his face still twitching in pain. The two rubbed some yucca juice and bandaged the wound. Then he lowered his head and touched each other's foreheads, like a lynx and a wild deer meeting for the first time.

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

"okay!"

Chivaco hesitated for a moment, then carefully reached out and untied the ropes that bound Pickam. Pickam moved his thick wrist, glared fiercely at Puap, and gave the old militia a deep look. Then, he sat cross-legged directly on the deck.

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

"...Have."

Chiwako raised his brows and ordered a few words in a low voice. Soon, there were sailors who brought dry and hard tortillas, black bean puree mixed with water, and some light fruit wine that was not easy to spoil. There is no shortage of fruits in Central America, and fruit wine is the drink that commoners and warriors often drink.

"Gu dong dong!"

Pickam took a few gulps of fruit wine, and his face showed surprise and satisfaction. Then, he nibbled on the pancake and scooped the refried beans like a bear chewing on corn.

"Mmmm...delicious! Mmmm...delicious!"

"..."

Chiwako's eyes twitched as he watched Pickam gobble. As the head of a tribe, the other party seems to have never eaten anything, not even the warriors of the kingdom.

"It appears that the Sri Lankans, although aggressive as coyotes, are relatively poor in food."

After a while, Pickam was done drinking and eating the pancakes. He licked his fingers, looking a little unsure.

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

Chiwako smiled and nodded.

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

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

Pickam shook his head. As a desert tribe, food is always the biggest problem. They are generally lean and lean, have no rich fat on their bodies, and rarely have the opportunity to eat and drink.

"...Uh, that's good. There's plenty of pancakes on board. You can take a bag back when you leave."

"Ah! Really?"

"Hmm. Really!"

Chiwaco blinked, watching the surprise on Pickam's face. The old militiaman smiled gently, patted the other party's shoulder kindly, and began to get to the point.

"Lobster, your Sri Lankan ministries, how many soldiers are here this time?"

"Warriors? Our warriors, like the stars in the sky, can't be counted! 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 cast Get rid of the contradictions, gather! And more tribal warriors are still on the way!"

Pickam straightened his spine and talked nonsense.

The area of ​​Sri Lanka's distribution is indeed very wide, but most of them are located in arid deserts, where food is very scarce and it is difficult to travel long distances. Only the tribes within one or two hundred miles nearby can mobilize warriors to protect the ancestral land. However, they can't leave fishing and hunting and stay here too long. Other tribes, at most, will only send a few warriors who are good at fighting. So reinforcements or something, it is said that there is, but in fact it is almost the same as no.

"Uh... well."

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

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

Hearing Yamato's translation, Pickam sat up straight and replied seriously.

"My friend, Tah York Island is the common ancestral land of all the tribes of Concax. All tribes, whether on the east side of the Big Island, on the north side of the Big Island, or on the peninsula on the west side of the Big Island, will have a song passed down by their ancestors." Cereal Fan

"West of the Big Island, the peninsula?"

Hearing this, Chiwako paid attention.

"What, there are songs?"

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

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

"...It's this time, when night falls. Spirit whales live around the ancestral land, they float on the sea, they hide in caves... Clansmen who are good at running! When you visit the ancestral land at midnight land and you'll see giant spirit whales gliding over the waves. It's an auspicious sign, the guardian of the tribe!... Look at them and they'll leave the water, soar into the air, and fly towards you! They will cover you with powerful spirits and grant you divine 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... Tahyok, the holy place, the island of spirit whales!..."

"Tah York, the Holy Land, the Island of the Whale..."

Chiwaco watched the surface, looming over the undulating group of whales. He bowed his head slightly, paying homage to the legend in the myth. Afterwards, the old militiamen were in trouble. He scratched his head and asked in a deep voice.

"My 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 occupied by birds, but it is your sacred ancestral land. Then, are there any other islands nearby?"

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

Pickam touched his head and looked at the warriors on board with some vigilance. He thought for a moment, then pointed his hand 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 northwest of Tahyork, boating for a day or two, there is another large island with many birds. And In the southwest, there are a few small islands with many birds. Then, if you follow the narrow peninsula to the west, turn south, from the middle of the Kochmi entrenched to the southernmost clan, all the way. There are so many islands!"

"We are in a narrow bay? A narrow peninsula to the west? Is the end of the sea in the northwest?"

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

"Yes. We are in the bay, and to the west is a peninsula that extends from north to south. Because of the protection of spirit whales, the wind and waves are calm. The tribe sits in boats with reeds and can fish in the sea without worrying about the waves."

Pickam nodded affirmatively. He was the chief of the tribe, with an epic heritage, and he knew what was going on around him. He turned and pointed to the sea to the north.

"Since it's a bay, it naturally has an end. Row a small boat from here for about ten days, and you'll reach the end of the bay, the border of the northern desert. That's where the ancestors migrated from, the north, west, and east of the bay, They are all tribes of our Concaxli! The mighty north wind, coming from the vast land and mountains of the north, is haaha 'haha', or haitáapa 'Hataapa'!"

"'Haha'? 'Hata Appa'?"

Chiwako's eyes widened, repeating this strange word, as if feeling a mysterious power.

"Hmm! 'Haha'!"

Pickam recited aloud, his face full of piety and yearning.

"'Haha' is the north wind, the true wind. 'Hatta'apa' is the truth of all things and the place where the tribe originated! The ancestors were forced to leave the fertile soil of warmth and comfort in order to avoid the terrible flood. Traveling long distances, singing heritage songs, and shaking stone bells, they traveled south along the coast, all the way south, for thousands of miles, and finally, sheltered by spirit whales, settled in the land of deserts and bays! And the towers Heyok is the ancestral place where our ancestors met spirit whales!"

In the end, Pickam emphasized again. His eyes were still looking north, and he murmured yearningly.

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

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

"what?"

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

"Lobster, you said just now that there is boundless vast land in the north at the end of the sea?"

"Of course! According to the song of the ancestors, the land in the north is endless, with rivers full of life, and tribes as diverse as forests. The bay where the ancestors lived is warm all year round and food is plentiful, and the east is the rolling mountains, which never suffers from cold waves. The threat of ~lightnovelpub.net~ only, there will be a terrible flood..."

Pickam sighed. In the songs of the ancestors, it is also said that if you grow crops in the fields, you can reap several times the harvest. It's just that in this arid and desolate land, there is almost no fertile soil that can be planted. The tribes have long since lost the technique of planting, unless...

The lobster chief took a deep look at the south and pursed his lips. Then, he seemed to remember something and added.

"My friend, you were wrong. 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 the endless sea. Our ancestors went south along the coast. Therefore, our language, It's different from the surrounding ministries."

"Well, that's what it is."

Chiwako nodded slightly. He touched his wrinkled old face and pondered. According to the description of the lobster chief, the archipelago of seabirds is along the peninsula in the west, and it goes south, which is the direction of home. And to the north, it will take about ten days for a small boat, and it is estimated that it will take ten days for a large boat. It is the end of the Northwest Gulf, what is the boundless northern continental boundary..." Next, the fleet will return to the south to take a look at the sea of ​​those birds. Small and medium islands, or continue to the north to take a look at the endless northern continent?"

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