The sun is setting in the west, there is a dazzling golden glow in the bay, and there are busy people in the villages. Everything looked peaceful and peaceful, which seemed different from what the old hunter said.
Exploration captain Zuvalo squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the appearance of the tribal villages, assessing the degree of organization of these tribes. However, the peaceful scene was soon broken, and vigilant shouts sounded from the fence of the village.
"There is a boat! There is a big boat on the big lake outside the village!"
"Where does this tribe come from?"
"I don't know, but I've never seen it before!"
"Never seen it before? That's the enemy! Quick, pick up the weapon!..."
The tribes here seemed to be quite vigilant. The strange long boat appeared for a moment and attracted the attention of the tribesmen. There was a lot of shouting and commotion in the village, and then a total of two hundred hunters and men poured out, each holding a throwing spear and a hunting bow. Then, a dozen tribal canoes were also dragged to the beach, carrying hunters, and approached menacingly.
"Uh, this situation... Zuvalo, do we need to contact them?"
"Forget it! Let's just leave!"
Exploration captain Zuvarro thought for a moment and then shook his head in denial.
"Witness the Lord God! Since we are not preparing to set up a settlement in this bay for the time being, there is no point in contacting them. What's more, judging from their appearance, I'm afraid they don't have any good intentions..."
"Okay! Then leave quickly! I feel like they regard us as some invading hostile tribe..."
"Walk!…"
The long boat turned flexibly, accelerated quickly, and headed back to the entrance of the bay. The canoe group of the local tribe chased after him for two quarters of an hour! It wasn't until they were chased out of the bay that the tribal hunter on the boat stopped, yelled and cursed something loudly, and then turned the boat around angrily and left. Everyone immediately slowed down and looked at each other with a bitter smile.
"Ahem! The tribes here are so enthusiastic..."
"Haha! God bless you!"
Zuvalo, the exploration captain, put down the oar in his hand and turned around panting. He was sweating and looking at the warm and vast Seattle Bay, with an inexplicable excitement and fighting spirit on his face.
"This is the place predicted by His Majesty. It is a warm and fertile land, and there are tens of thousands of ignorant tribes! ...The Lord God has witnessed it! We will definitely come back again!"
"Zuaro...you are really...full of fighting spirit..."
Mikey the Knowledgeable gasped and shook his head with a wry smile. At this moment, he temporarily stopped thinking about this fertile bay with many tribes. He already has a clear understanding that for the large tribes competing in the North, similar strength is the basis for dialogue. Before accumulating enough strength, it would probably not be wise to rashly contact a large tribe with so many coveted things.
Thinking of this, Mickey paused and asked in a deep voice.
"Zuvarro, what are the next arrangements? It's already the end of October, and the rumored rainy season storm is coming! ... In addition, we still have half a ton of gold on board our ship from His Majesty..."
"Well...end of October...monsoon storm...half a ton of gold..."
Exploration captain Zuvalo pondered for a while before deliberation and spoke.
"Mickey, let's return to Whaleport first. It is the northernmost port of the kingdom and will be the starting point for next year's exploration. We buried half a ton of gold in the cellar of Whaleport. The Macca people are not interested in gold anyway. interest…"
"Then, I think we can split into two teams!..."
"Ah! We are divided into two teams? You mean, sit in the north and south respectively?..."
"right!"
A sincere smile appeared on the face of exploration captain Zuvalo.
"Mickey, when we arrive at Whale Harbor, we will have two long ships. You take one south and return to Xishan Port in the land of Golden Bay... Your mission mainly consists of three things. The most important first is to send manpower. Spread the news about the Northland to the rear layer by layer, and seek support from the kingdom as soon as possible..."
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"Our fleet, after arriving here, is already somewhat short of ships and reliable manpower. We need more support, more ships! And more people, including bronze craftsmen and shipwrights!..."
"Okay! Witness the Lord God! When I return to Xishan Port, I will immediately send a ship south!"
Mickey the Knowledgeable nodded solemnly and continued to ask.
"What are the other two things?"
"The second thing is, you have a talk with that old fox, Cedar Shaman, and let Xishan Port recruit more local tribes and also absorb some shipwrights from local tribes. This port will be the main focus of our next exploration. In the rear, it is best to build a shipyard first, store some big wood, and try to build some canoes first... When the kingdom's shipwrights arrive, we will build new longships!..."
Exploration captain Zuvalo looked to the south, thinking of the blank shipbuilding industry in various ports, and couldn't help but rub his eyebrows. He took a long breath and then calmly gave detailed instructions.
"We need to build settlements and ports section by section, and leave men and ships in each section. Mickey, after you return to Xishan Port, build or trade some canoes first and leave them for the port. Then after next spring, Bring as many longships as possible..."
"This winter, I will stay in the whale harbor, hunt whales with the Maca people, and store more meat. In addition, before the storm arrives, if there is still a chance, I would also like to visit the big island in the northwest and find a Find out if there is a warm and suitable port, and whether there is a friendly tribe that can be converted... Then, chat with the island people there, learn some skills of polar life, and learn their language by the way. Yes, learning the language is very important. ! Not only I have to learn, you have to learn, all the priests have to learn!... In short, there are many things we can do. And the more we do now, the smoother the subsequent exploration will be!..."
"One last thing, when you go south from Whale Harbor, you have to pass through the North Harbor where the Krasop people are, the South Harbor where the Kusi people are, and the Lake Bay Harbor where the Viyot people are, before you can reach the Xishan Port in the land of Golden Bay. ...Show me how the priests of the kingdoms along the way are doing, and record the number of tribes absorbed by each settlement...Our subsequent sailors will probably be drawn from the converted tribes!..."
"Oh! You must be careful when passing by the Leaf Grass Tribe and the Sequoia Tribe who are fighting. They are both very large tribes that can mobilize hundreds or even thousands of men. Seeing that you only have one ship, there might be some What other ideas... So, Mickey, you can stay up day and night and just walk quietly!..."
Exploration captain Zuvalo gave instructions carefully for a long time before finishing all the arrangements that had been in his mind. Afterwards, the two stood on the long boat under the setting sun, looking at the red clouds filling the sky and the lake, and prayed devoutly in unison.
"Praise you, the supreme Lord God! I pray for your protection, protect us, and travel through thousands of miles of waves!..."
After the solemn prayer ended, the longship returned westward. Mickey the Knowledgeable looked at the sunset over the sea and thought blankly for a long time. After a while, he suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed Zuvalo, who was also in a daze.
"Zuvarro, I remembered! We still have one big thing to do!"
"Ah? What? What else?"
"Prophecy! Your Majesty's prophecy! The prophecy of the second half!"
Mickey the Knowledgeable went down to the cabin and searched carefully for a while before taking out the two volumes of carefully kept charts and prophecies from the box filled with gold.
"Huh? Mickey, didn't you say you would read the second half of the prophecy after crossing the western ocean?"
"Ahaha! Uh... I'm really curious. I took a few peeks before... In fact, the second half of His Majesty's prophecy also talked about a gold mine that needs to be found after heading north from Jinwan and before crossing the ocean westward. A huge gold mine that is unprecedented and beyond imagination..."
As he spoke, Mikey the Knowledgeable moved his finger to the fourth section of the soul map, between 50 and 60 degrees north latitude. Then he made a heavy point between 55 and 60 degrees north latitude.
"Your Majesty said, somewhere in these five latitudes and two thousand miles of bay! There will be a flowing gold river, a bay full of gold mines, countless shining gold stones, at least hundreds of tons, millions of kilograms gold…"
"Witness the Lord God! His Majesty also gave this place a name, what is it called...Oh! Juno Gold Mine Area!..."
"Ah? What? The big gold mining area in the Far North?... Pearl snails?... Well, what's the use of so much gold? There's already half a ton on the boat... In this poor Northland, gold doesn't even cost a morsel of food. I can’t buy it…”
"Your Majesty said that these things can drive the big tribe across the sea crazy! As long as we let them know...when the time comes, they will take the initiative to row to find us, regardless of all dangers!..."
The sea breeze blew through the long galley, blowing the legend and disdain of gold into the boundless ocean. The turbulent sea breeze follows the same latitude to the other side of the ocean, the equally vast but colder North Asian coast.
The desolate North Asian coast is full of towering mountains and deep forests. Between the forest and the river mouth along the coast, there is a camp of a safari tribe. In this simple but warm camp, there are many strong and fierce hunters, obedient reindeer with thick horns, and big dogs barking at the seaside. What marks the identity of these tribes is the strange and even cute deer head hats, or "roe deer head hats".
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!..."
Looking in the direction of the barking dog, a two-hundred-year-old ocean-covering boat was docked at the seaside of the tribal camp. At this moment, on the deck of this ocean-covering ship, a month-old warrior frowned, looked at the vast northern sea, and sighed deeply.
"Hey! After working hard for more than half a year, braving the wind and waves and going north... The head of the family has only this last task left... What a pity! Where can I get the placer gold that can be exchanged for it?... Even a few taels would be good..."
