"Bear hunter! Pomo friend!"

In the welcome of the Pomo people, the cloaked hunter Le Tian was triumphant, professing his identity as a bear hunter and showing the token of the cedar shaman. Xiong Feng, the chief of the bear hunting department, took the token and looked at it carefully for a while, with surprise and joy on his face. Afterwards, he gestured and "chat" with Letian for a while, and then announced loudly to the warriors of the tribe.

"The boating tribe, from the south, is a friendly friend! They are shamans from the south!..."

"Friends! The shamans of the South! ... Oh hoo!"

The cries of joy echoed on the beach at dusk. And a blazing bonfire was also lit in front of the totem pole. After confirming the identity of the exploration fleet, the Pomo people of the bear hunting department showed another kind of unrestrained enthusiasm. The bonfire banquet, singing and dancing, continued from sunset to sunrise, making people unforgettable!

The expedition fleet stopped at Pomo for two days, and replenished food and fresh water with ten spears and a small bag of gems from the lake. Then, on behalf of the fleet, the exploration captain Zuwaro presented a bronze ax and a longbow to Xiongfeng, the chief of the bear hunting department. Chief Xiongfeng's happy return gift was a piece of black bear skin that he peeled off with his own hands.

In the Pomo language, the meaning of "Bear Wind" is the best running warrior and the most agile hunter in the bear hunting department. The bear hunting department has a tradition of advocating force, and almost every chief is the best hunter. And this martial tradition, combined with the legend of the origin of the tribe, gave birth to the unique and strong Huntress of the Pomo people!

"Ah!"

The dawn of the morning fell on the tribal hut. A strong huntress strode out of the shed, curling her lips in disdain. Her thick and powerful arms can almost compete with a cub, and her walking posture is as calm and powerful as a bear.

"Lord God!..."

After a long time, there was a painful moan from the shed. Expedition Captain Zuwaro was pale, bare-chested, and trembling on his feet. As the leader of the fleet, he is regarded as the bravest fighter in the team, and he is "welcome" by the bear hunting department. And the one who "welcomes" him is the strongest huntress in the tribe!

This is also the custom of the Pomo people, allowing the strongest woman to combine with the strongest outsider to give birth to strong and healthy children and improve the blood of intermarriage within the ethnic group.

"Mickey! Go! Go! Let's go today!"

"Huh? Are you leaving today?"

"Yes! The brilliance of the Lord God inspires me all the time! I can't wait here for a moment! Hurry up! Continue heading north!..."

In the afternoon of that day, the kingdom's exploration fleet left the farewell Pomo hunters and headed for the desolate northern coast. And before leaving, the knowledgeable Mickey still looked regretful. In his opinion, although there were not many of these tall and strong Pomo hunters, they were all good fighters who could wear heavy armor and draw a big bow! If you can convert to Chief Xiongfeng and recruit these forest hunters to join the fleet, it will be a great addition to the warriors!

"It's a pity!...The Lord God blesses you! When you have the opportunity, you must convert to these Pomo people..."

The fleet continued northward, traveling 600 miles along the ocean current in five days, and then came to another riverside valley surrounded by mountains.

In the midday sun a broad river flowed from the mountains in the east, to the marshy shore, and to the sea in the west. If you look carefully, the water in this river is not clear. But there are many tribal people in straw clothes, carrying straw baskets, busy doing something by the river.

"I heard the shaman mention that this should be the land of the wiyots!"

The cloak hunter Le Tian looked at the muddy river, stared at the tribal people's straw baskets, and then affirmed the answer.

"Yes! That's right here! This big river is called the Wik-ni River (wik-ni)! It produces a lot of 'Wik-ni'!... Suck! It's delicious!"

"The Viyote tribe by this river is not too big. The really big tribe is in the lagoon bay in the north! It's a big lagoon, and it's a very good fishing ground if you can walk for a day! There is a big tribe inside the lagoon, I don’t know where it is, I only know it’s called 'Tuwat' (tuwat), 'the home of the tribe by the lake', the Ministry of Lakeland!"

In the afternoon of this day, the fleet finally found the narrow entrance of the lagoon bay thirty miles north of the Vikney River. The long grass along the coast grows densely on the swamps and tidal flats, attracting many water birds. And the clear and quiet lagoon extends in the tidal flats surrounded by east and west, with no end in sight from north to south!

Soon, on the east bank of the lagoon, where the passage is narrowest and most suitable for fishing, there appeared Viyot boats. Seeing six long boats sailing in, a small boat returned to the tribal village on the east bank to report the news, while the remaining few boats surrounded them.

The Viyot fishermen on the small boat looked curious, watching the big boat they had never seen before, and the tribe who didn't know where they came from. The fishermen at the front looked enthusiastic and greeted them earnestly in Vijot, an algic language family.

"Marmam (aa-a)! Nien Suq (suq)! How are you! Welcome!...Friends from the sea!..."

"Well..."

The knowledgeable Mickey pursed his lips and looked at the cloaked hunter Lotte.

"Lotte, do you know their language?"

"Nope!"

"Then can you give them a dance to show our purpose?"

"Can not be done!"

The cloak hunter Lotte blinked innocently, and of course refused.

"The Viyotes are a fishing tribe, a tribe that hunts 'Vecni'... They are not hunters in the mountains and forests, and they can't understand the communication of hunters at all!"

"..."

In desperation~lightnovelpub.net~Mickey, the knowledgeable man, had to take out the translation book of Cedar Shaman, and searched carefully for a long time before he found a few usable words.

"Peyek, xekwe? . . . grain, exchange?"

Hearing this, the tribal fishermen on the fishing boat were stunned, scratched their heads, and waved their hands again.

"..."

The knowledgeable Mickey looked at Zuvaro in embarrassment, but he saw that the other party was touching his chin, carefully looking at the gentle Viyotes on the boat, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He pursed his lips, found another word, and said again.

"Torek, Semkwe? . . . food, exchange?"

This time, the Viyot fisherman thought for a while and finally came to his senses. He happily lifted a fishing basket from the fishing boat and shouted to the long boat.

"Vickney! Semkwe!"

It turned out that the Viyotes clearly distinguished that "Payek" is grain and does not contain fish. However, their tribe does not have much grain, but it can be stored for a long time. It is generally used as a winter storage grain and will not be easily exchanged with outsiders.

"Lotte, he's trading 'Vicney'? What the **** is that, fish?"

"Suck! That's delicious..."

The cloak hunter Le Tian took a sip of saliva and said with a smile.

"Change! Tonight I'll give you my craft, Lulu!..."

"delicious?…"

The knowledgeable Mickey looked puzzled, and then looked at the exploration captain Zuvaro.

"Zouaro, do you think it will be delicious?"

"delicious!"

Expedition Captain Zuwaro nodded affirmatively without blinking. He stared at the Viyot fisherman with a simple smile and a joyful face, and his eyes were shining.

"Such a kind and simple tribe...it must be delicious!...Praise the Lord God! You must shine in the north!"