"Ancestral spirits! Ancestors!...This...ah this!..."
The narrow strait has turbulent tides, icy rocks stand firmly on the water, and the urgent calls of whales are right in front of you. The cloaked hunter Lotte widened his eyes in astonishment, looking at the "Ice Banshees" hunting whales in front of him. He remembered his fear just now and glanced at the smiling leaders on the boat, his old face suddenly turned red.
"Uh... this... turns out... to be a strange tribe from nowhere, actually hunting whales around the coast!..."
"Hey! Lord God! This group of whale hunting tribes are... very powerful!"
Exploration captain Zuvalo touched his chin with a surprised look on his face as he stared at the mythical fighting scene in front of him. Just on the sea in front of the fleet, there is a group of forty to fifty tribal hunters hunting a behemoth more than ten meters long, the most powerful gray whale in the northern ocean!
At this moment, these strong sea hunters surrounded the crashing and screaming whales, roughly divided into two parts.
On the rocks on the coast, they built a wooden whaling platform, which was a large raft. Then, seven or eight hunters stood on the raft and stabbed the whale in the sea desperately with a very long harpoon, splashing blood. The sharp bone-tipped harpoon penetrates the skin and is sometimes carried away by furious whales. At this time, the hunters on the raft would pull the leather rope connected to the harpoon, retract the harpoon, and then open a bleeding wound.
On the floating raft, there are also several strange small drums, temporarily thrown aside. Not far from the raft, there is a floating log several meters long. At first glance, it looks like another "whale" shaking its head.
Most of the hunters sat in groups of a dozen or so small boats, patrolling and paddling around the whale in the middle. They threw out long and tough grass nets to trap the injured huge gray whale in the net and restrict the whale's movement. They also threw out ropes of whale skin and shark skin, and quickly wrapped them back and forth, trying their best to tie up the whale's body. As the whales continued to struggle and collide, they continued to row the boat according to the force, loosening or tightening the rope net, just like fishing!
When the whale's struggle slows down a little, the hunters on the boat will throw shark-tooth javelins and plunge them into the whale's head. That kind of desperate attitude is like an epic warrior fighting a mythical beast!
"Witness the Lord God! This group of hunters who don't know where they came from, actually came to hunt such a huge sea beast with only small boats, rafts, grass nets, leather ropes, and bone and wood harpoons and javelins?!"
The knowledgeable Mickey stared, carefully observing every detail of the hunt, and exclaimed in amazement from time to time.
"O Lord God! Stab, throw spears, bind, entangle... if forty or fifty people cooperate at the same time, they can bravely challenge the giant beast... The cooperation of these hunters at sea is so tacit! They are really a group of the best. Hunter, I’ve never seen one!”
"Not bad! This is the best sailor I have ever seen! A sailor who is adapted to the North Sea!..."
The corners of Exploration Captain Zuvalo’s mouth were raised, excitement showing on his face. He was just thinking about how to deal with this strange group of maritime tribes, when the other party came directly with a small boat and headed towards the two large ships.
"At sea! The tribes on the big ship!... Come together! Help us! Whaling!... The whale attracted by this ancestral wooden drum is really too big!"
Two tribal hunters paddled a swift kayak and quickly approached the long boat. The leader, the elderly hunter Whale Hai, flushed in the face and covered in sweat, shouted loudly towards the long boat. He first shouted hard for a while in the tribe's Nuu-ulth language, which is the same Salish language family as the Charis people. Then, he looked at the confused people on the bow of the boat, gritted his teeth, and switched to the stuttering Perutian language. Finally, he could be barely understood by the translator on the boat.
"Blessed by the ancestors! Blessed by the ancestral whales! Come on! Come on! Help us! The meat, skins and oils we catch...we...we will share it equally!..."
The old hunter Whale Hai loudly promised "an even split", his heart dripping with blood.
The best hunters of the tribe have been busy for so long, first building wooden platforms, and then beating the wooden drums of the ancestral spirits to imitate the songs of whales to attract prey from the sea. Then let people paddle a small boat with the tribe's whale trees and shake their heads, luring the "lecherous" whales to put down their guard and eagerly come over to "stick"...
Finally, they launched an ambush! Throw out grass nets, wrap leather ropes, control whales that have no time to react, and then throw javelins and harpoons! ...The hunters of the tribe have practiced this series of hunting procedures hundreds of times and are extremely proficient. But now the accident happened! This damn gray whale was too big, its skin was too thick, and it had too much blood... It retained so much blood, but it was still struggling violently to its death. And the straw net that was tied up was about to break! Once it broke free from its restraints and swam into the deep sea like crazy, the tribe's hunting failed. They couldn't even retrieve a dozen precious whale harpoons and spears, and they took advantage of the sharks in the deep sea in vain...
Thinking of this, the old hunter Jinghai took another look at the violent whale not far away, as well as the forty or fifty tribesmen who were struggling to survive. He became cruel and shouted again.
"The tribes on the two big ships!...As long as you help! We will divide the prey according to the head!...The ancestors witnessed it! Divide it according to the head!"
"Huh? This old hunter, what is he shouting?"
Exploration captain Zuvalo touched his head and looked at the translator Tuowu in confusion. Tuowu said a few words, Lotte nodded, and then told everyone.
"He said, let us go up and help! Hunt together, and the prey will be divided equally!..."
"Haha! What a blessing from the Lord God!"
Hearing this, Zuvalo had a smile on his face. Just when he was thinking about how to get in touch with these outstanding sailors, the Lord God gave him an opportunity. Without hesitation, he immediately gave orders to the two longships.
"God bless you! Raise the red flag! Let's go and help these separated brothers hunt down this giant beast on the sea!"
"God bless you!"
Everyone in the fleet shouted in unison, and then, under the guidance of the old hunter Whale Hai, they quickly approached the whaling boat and raft.
"Oops! The net can't hold it anymore! This giant whale is trying to escape! Hurry, we have to kill it as soon as possible!"
The old hunter Whale Hai only glanced twice, his heart trembled, and he called urgently to the longship.
"Do you have a javelin? Shoot it quickly! Shoot at the weakest parts of its body, around the eyes, throat, under the belly and the bottom of the tail! Look for it accurately. The skin on its middle body is the thickest and it is difficult to shoot through!..."
The old hunter was still shouting, and the warriors on the longboat had already taken action. They held their sharp bronze spears high, aimed at the behemoth ten meters away, mustered up all their strength, and threw them fiercely!
"Hush, rest, rest!..."
In the shocked eyes of the old hunter, these spears flashing with cold light pierced the thick skin of the giant whale fiercely, even penetrating five inches into the flesh! Then, under his puzzled gaze, the tribe on the longboat actually took out several strange "horizontal bows". The two of them strung up the strings, aimed at the whale's head, and fired powerful crossbow arrows!
"Hugh! Hugh!..."
"Ouch!...Hiss!...Woo!..."
Under this fierce attack, the huge gray whale struggled to raise its head and let out a trembling cry. Its cry first started as an angry low roar, then a sharp and penetrating hiss, and then turned into a low and prolonged scream. At this moment of dying, it still looked confusedly at the strange, motionless "whale" not far away, thinking about the beautiful song that attracted it, and wondered what happened? It just wanted to hang out with its kind and do what whales love to do, but it ended up like this...
"Almost! One final touch!"
The exploration captain Zuvalo observed for a moment and saw the gray whale gradually slowing down its movements and the bright red color that almost covered the entire sea surface. In the distance, a few sharks had already smelled the fishy smell and swam towards them, but they were still hesitant to watch from a distance when they saw the hunting scene of these "similar species".
"Gunner, are you confident that you can aim at this whale and fire a shot accurately without hitting the surrounding boats?"
Zuvalo rubbed his hands and looked at the crouching gunner accompanying the ship. The other party felt the swaying hull of the ship, then looked at the small boats swimming around, and shook his head firmly and resolutely.
"The Lord God witnesses! I will definitely miss!..."
"Well…"
Zuvalo scratched his head, pondered for a few breaths, and then made a decision with a smile.
"Okay then! Just shoot an air cannon into the sky!..."
"God bless you! The other sailors rowed with all their strength and retreated tens of meters! Then, they used the ramming angle of the bow to ram towards the giant whale at full speed!..."
"Haha! Let us use the most majestic gesture to end this giant beast on the sea! Let the majesty of the Lord God be engraved into the hearts of these sea tribes! ... Fire the cannon! Charge!"
"Yes! Fire off the cannon! Charge! God bless you!"
A burst of fanatic shouting erupted from the bow of the flagship. Then, an unprecedented thunder suddenly appeared on the northern sea!
"boom!"
In the horrified and horrified eyes of the sea hunters, smoke suddenly floated from the strange ship. Immediately afterwards, the strange ship accelerated rapidly, like a spear thrown by a giant god. It weighed dozens of tons and hit the dying whale with an extremely sharp horn!
"Ouch!...Woo...Woo..."
Under the most ferocious impact, a wave of blood suddenly erupted from the huge gray whale. Zuvalo stood at the bow of the boat and held the reins tightly, with blood splattered on his face. Then, with great satisfaction, he watched this incomparable giant beast slowly lower its head and gradually turn its body... After a moment, this gray whale, which was more than ten meters long and weighed dozens of tons, turned on its belly. Floating on the water, completely motionless.
"Haha! Witness the Lord God! We actually hunted a giant beast in the deep sea!"
Exploration captain Zuvarro held his head high, shouted loudly, and declared proudly. After a moment of silence, the surrounding sea tribes also burst into cheers!
"Ancestors! We really killed this gray whale!"
"Blessed by the Ancestral Whale! She has a great spirit and gives us food to feed the tribe! So much meat!"
"O great sea! She is our mother, nurturing us Makah! We are the descendants of the sea!..."
Everyone cheered excitedly for a moment. The Makka people's boats became busy again. They tied the dead gray whale with a strong leather rope. Then, more than a dozen small boats rowed hard and dragged the gray whale to the southeast beach.
"Let's go! Let's go quickly! Drag this rare prey to the shore for processing! Damn it, this hunting time is too long! There are many sharks gathering in the distance! ... These greedy big fish have no meat, so it's hard to The food is very good... Let's go quickly! Call the friends who are helping on the long boat, and together we will drag the prey to the shore!... Leave the raft here for now, keep the dead wood as well, and be sure to bring the wooden drum of the ancestors!..."
The two long boats of the exploration fleet also separated several ropes and dragged the gray whale to the shore. And a dozen sharks were swimming not far away, chasing the blood on the sea surface. Two quarters of an hour later, the huge gray whale finally ran aground on the beach.
Then, dozens of Makka tribal hunters began to skillfully slaughter the whales. They skinned the thick whale skin and saved it to make clothes, kayaks and ropes. They also cut off large pieces of meat and piled them on several long wooden rafts connected to ropes. The leader of the hunters, the old hunter Whale Hai, also walked towards the landing fleet again. This time, both parties finally had time to have a good communication!
"Blessed by the ancestor whale! Friends on the big ship, thank you for your help! If it weren't for you, this time the tribe would have failed to hunt with all its efforts..."
"Blessed by the Lord God! She guides us to meet our brothers from afar! This is a great hunt that will surely please the supreme gods! And your fearless courage and excellent whaling skills also make us admire you very much! ... "
"Haha! Thank you! Friends on the longship!"
Hearing the praise relayed by the translator, the old hunter Whale Hai had a smile on his face. With keen eyes, he carefully looked at the leather armor and copper axes of the kingdom's warriors, and then quickly glanced at the golden shaman's magic weapon that could make thunder. He thought about it quickly in his mind, but even with his experience of traveling hundreds or even thousands of miles to the sea, he couldn't think of any similar tribe.
"Ancestor! Where did this tribe come from? There are so many elite hunters, such sharp spears, arrows, copper axes, and amazingly powerful shamanic weapons..."
The old hunter Whale Hai thought about it in vain for a while, and then he was convinced that this was the first time he saw these longship tribes. He pondered for a while and said with a smile.
"Ancestors witness! We Makka people are descendants of the sea, and we always keep our word! The hunters of the tribe are processing the prey, and the women of the tribe will come to help. The whale meat needs to be smoked or salted immediately, which may take a day or two. Time...and these raw leathers need to be cleaned and then tanned, which will take even longer..."
"Friends! If you are willing, you can come with me to rest in the tribe first! Our tribe is very close, not far ahead!..."
"Okay! Of course! Praise the Lord God!"
Upon hearing such an agreeable invitation, exploration captain Zuvalo’s face was filled with a bright smile. He prayed sincerely and readily agreed.
"Thank you for the invitation!...Brother, the light of the Lord God shines on you. It is also she who guides us to meet!...By the way! What is the name of your tribe?"
"Ah? Main god, light? Guidance? Uh... are you a noble tribal shaman?"
Old Hunter Whale looked surprised. He looked at the leader in front of him for a while, feeling a little unsure of his identity. But he thought about it and answered solemnly.
"Our tribe lives by the sea. We have the blessing of the ancestral whale and her inheritance. We are able to hunt whales on the sea... Therefore, the name of our tribe is called the Whale Tribe!"
