"The ancestors have witnessed that the Lord God is watching us! I, Chihuaco, swear that the fleet will soon release the captives and leave the ancestral land of the Sri people. The tribes in the lake and the Konkakesli tribe are friends, not
enemy!"
"The flames of the ancestors bear witness to the oath! I, Lobster Pikam, swear that as long as the captain of the big ship lets me return 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 ancestors'
Northern Songs.”
The two of them cut their palms, and blood immediately flowed. Then, with solemn expressions, they first swore in different languages, and then stretched out their right palms at the same time, touching each other closely, letting the red blood blend!
"Ancestors witness! The blood oath will never change!"
After all the shouts, the blood oath is completed. In this era, the oaths made by ancestors and blood always have a sacred effect in people's hearts, and they are promises respected and adhered to by all tribes in the Americas!
After taking the oath, Pikam's face softened a lot and even put on a smile. Chihuaco grinned, his face still throbbing with pain. The two of them applied some yucca juice and bandaged the wound. Then they lowered their heads,
They touched each other's foreheads, like a bobcat and a wild deer meeting for the first time.
"Friend! Let me go, I won't do anything again!"
"okay!"
Chihuaco hesitated for a moment, then carefully reached out and untied the rope that tied Pikam. Pikam moved his thick wrists, glared at the vicious Puap, and then looked deeply at the old militiaman.
One glance. Then, he sat cross-legged directly on the deck.
"Friend, I am thirsty and hungry. Is there anything to drink or eat?"
"...have."
Chihuaco raised his brows and gave a few instructions in a low voice. Soon, the sailors brought dry and hard corn cakes, black bean puree mixed with water, and some light fruit wine that does not go bad. There is no shortage of fruits in Central America, and fruit wine is the best.
It is a drink commonly consumed by civilians and warriors.
"Gudongdong!"
Pikamur even drank a few sips of fruit wine, with a look of surprise and satisfaction on his face. Then he gnawed on the pancakes and scooped out the mashed beans, like a bear chewing corn.
"Uh-huh... delicious! Uh-huh... delicious!"
"..."
The corners of Chihuaco's eyes twitched as he watched Pikam devouring his food. As the leader of a tribe, he seemed to have never eaten anything. He was not even as good as the warriors of the kingdom.
"It seems that although the Sri people are as aggressive as coyotes, food is relatively scarce."
After a while, Pikam finished drinking the wine and eating the cake. He licked his fingers, seeming to be a little unsatisfied.
"Friends, the food of your lake tribe is very good!"
Chihuaco smiled and nodded.
"Okay, okay! Friend, are you full?"
"Me? Of course, I haven't eaten enough! But that's fine. If you eat too much, you won't be able to run."
Pikam shook his head. As a desert tribe, food is always the biggest problem. They are generally lean and lean, do not have rich body fat, and rarely have the opportunity to eat and drink.
"...Well, that's good. There are plenty of pancakes on the boat. You can carry a bag back when you leave."
"Ah! Really?"
"Yeah. Really!"
Chihuaco blinked and saw the surprise on Pikam's face. The old militiaman smiled gently, patted the other man's shoulder cordially, and then got down to business.
"Lobster, how many soldiers from your Sri Lankan ministries have come this time?"
"Warrior? Our warriors are like the stars in the sky, too numerous to count! This vast sea of sand, all the way to the far north, is full of our tribes. In order to defend the sacred ancestral land, all tribes put aside their
Let’s get over the conflict and gather together! And more tribal warriors are still on the road behind!”
Pickham straightened his spine and started talking nonsense.
The various tribes in Sri are indeed spread over a wide area, but most of them are located in arid deserts. They are very short of food and find it difficult to march long distances. Only tribes within a hundred or two hundred miles nearby can mobilize warriors to protect their ancestral lands. However, they can also
You can't leave fishing and hunting behind and stay here for too long. Other tribes will only send a few warriors who are good at fighting at most. So reinforcements and the like are said to be there, but in fact they are almost non-existent.
"Uh...okay."
Chiwaco blinked. He looked at Pikam's expression and knew that the other party was still on guard, so he stopped asking for information about the Sri soldiers. He thought for a while and changed the topic.
"Lobster, why is that Tasha Island your ancestral land?"
After hearing Shantiao's translation, Pikam sat up straight and answered seriously.
"Friends, Tahoek Island is the common ancestral land of all tribes in Konkakesli. All tribes, whether they are on the east side of the big island, the north side of the big island, or the peninsula on the west side of the big island, will have songs passed down by their ancestors."
"The west side of the big island, the peninsula?"
Hearing this, Chihuaco took note in his heart.
"What, there are songs?"
"Yes. We are a tribe that is good at singing. We use songs to pass down epics."
Pikam raised his head, looked at the vast night, stared at the boundless sea, and sang in a low voice.
"...It is at this time, when night falls. The spirit whales live around the ancestral land, they float and sink on the sea, they live in seclusion in the caves...O tribesmen who are good at running! When you visit the ancestors at midnight
If you look directly at them, you will see huge spirit whales gliding on the waves. This is an auspicious sign and is the guardian of the tribe! ...Look directly at them, and they will leave the water, rise into the air, and fly towards you! He
They will envelope you with their powerful spirit and grant you sacred blessings... This is the contract between the ancestors and the spirit whales, in this blessed ancestral land! From now on, you will be free from the terrible invasion of evil and gain powerful
Healing ability, the ability to walk safely in the lightless night...Tahyok is the sacred place, the island of the spirit whale!..."
"Tahyok, the sacred place, the island of the spirit whale..."
Chihuaco stared at the sea, and could vaguely see the rising and falling whales. He lowered his head slightly and paid respect to the myths and legends. Then, the old militiaman felt a little confused. He scratched his head and asked in a deep voice.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Friends, the chief of the tribe in the lake, let us go to the sea to find an island where birds inhabit! This big island is inhabited by birds, but it is your sacred ancestral land
.Then, are there other islands nearby?"
"Oh! It turns out that you are the team looking for the sacred island."
Pikam touched his head and looked at the warriors on the boat warily. He thought for a moment and pointed his hand to the west.
"Friends, we are in a long and narrow bay, surrounded by a large group of whales and inhabited by countless seabirds. To the west and north of Tahyok, after a day or two of boating, there is another large island with many birds.
In the southwest, there are several small islands with many birds. Then, if you follow the long and narrow peninsula in the west and turn south, from the center where the Kochimi people occupy to the small tribe in the south, there are
There are so many small islands!”
"We are in a long and narrow bay? There is a long and narrow peninsula to the west? Is the end of the sea in the northwest?"
Chihuaco was a little surprised. He always thought that he was still traveling on the vast sea.
"Yes. We are in a bay, and to the west is a peninsula extending from north to south. Because there are spiritual whales protecting us, the sea is calm. The tribesmen can fish in the sea in reed boats without worrying about waves."
Pikam nodded affirmatively. He is the chief of the tribe, has an epic heritage, and knows the situation around him. He turned around and pointed to the sea to the north.
"Since it is a bay, it naturally has an end. If you paddle a small boat from here for about ten days, you will reach the end of the bay, the border of the northern desert. That is the direction from which our ancestors migrated. The north, west, and east sides of the bay,
They are all tribes of our Konkakesli people! The mighty north wind, coming from the vast continent and mountains in the north, is haaha, or haitáapa!"
"'Haha'? 'Hata Appa'?"
Chihuaco opened his eyes wide and repeated this strange word, as if he felt a mysterious power.
"Hmm! 'Haha'!"
Pikam recited loudly, his face full of piety and yearning.
"'Haha' is the north wind, the real wind. 'Hata Apa' is the truth of all things, and it is also the place where the tribe originated! In order to avoid the terrible flood, the ancestors were forced to leave the warm and comfortable fertile land. They went through hardships,
They traveled long distances, singing traditional songs and shaking stone bells. They traveled south along the coast for thousands of miles, and finally were protected by the spirit whales and settled in the desert and the bay! And the tower
Heyok is the ancestral land where our ancestors met the spirit whale!"
At the end, Pikam emphasized again. His eyes were still looking at the north, murmuring longingly.
"Perhaps, in my lifetime, I can travel thousands of miles to the place where my ancestors originated. Take a look at what the fertile land legendary in the ballads looks like!"
In the Sri language, the three directions "east, west and south" are common words. Only "north, north wind" symbolizes the noble origin. And the flood fertile soil where the Sri people originated may be in California.
San Francisco Bay area.
"ah?"
Hearing this, Chihuaco was stunned. He smacked his lips in surprise and asked in disbelief.
"Lobster, you just said that there is boundless land in the north at the end of the sea?"
"Of course! According to the songs of our ancestors, the land in the north is endless, with rivers full of vitality, and tribes as numerous as forests. The bay where our ancestors lived is warm all year round, with plenty of food, and the mountains in the east are never affected by cold waves.
The threat. But there will be terrible floods..."
Pikam sighed. In the songs of our ancestors, it was also said that if you plant crops in the fields, you can harvest several times the harvest. However, in this arid and desolate land, there is almost no fertile soil for planting. The tribe has also lost the planting technology long ago.
unless...
Chief Lobster looked deeply at Nanfang and pursed his lips. Then, he seemed to have remembered something and added.
"Friend, you just said it wrong. The north is not the end of the sea, but the end of the bay. To the west of the long and narrow peninsula, there is still the endless sea. Our ancestors went south along the coast. Therefore, our language,
It’s different from other ministries around it.”
"Well, that's it."
Chihuaco nodded slightly. He touched his wrinkled old face and said nothing. According to Chief Lobster's description, the Seabird Islands are along the peninsula in the west, heading south, which is the direction home. And heading towards
Going north, it takes about ten days for a small boat, and probably less than ten days for a big ship, to reach the end of the northwest bay, the boundless northern continental border...
"Next, should the fleet return south and take a look at the small islands in the sea with flocks of birds, or continue north and take a look at the endless northern continent?"
The old militiaman frowned and thought deeply. After a moment, he looked at Puap's expression, lowered his eyes, and finally made a decision!
This chapter has been completed!