"Mulu Alashanwa! I am the ancient ancestor who descended from the sacred mountain! I am your loving mother and the mother of the entire mountain!..."
"Mulu Alashanwa! My children, children with my blood! I looked north from the sacred mountain, but I was filled with anger: I saw that the land of the ancestors of the mountain, the land passed down from ancient times, was actually destroyed. Those evil Shikabu occupy!!…”
"Mulu Alashanwa! The sacred mountain and I witness this. This is a wedding gathered by the mountain tribe. There must be bloody sacrifices. Sacrifice to the sacred mountain and me! ... You must take back the land occupied by the deer tribe, kill those invading deer tribes, and take The head of Chief Xialu Taihe!!…”
The ice wind in December blows from the far north, spanning 1,200 miles of snowfields and ice seas. In the far south of the peninsula, at the foot of the towering sacred mountain, in the camp at the hot spring mountain, there is a solemn solemnity and silence at this moment.
The faint smell of deer blood floated in the camp, as did the green smoke of pine resin used to worship ancestors. Hundreds of mountain warriors, carrying bows, spears and stone axes, were kneeling in awe beside the shaman's altar. They formed a crawling circle, with their foreheads pressed against the snow, listening to the old grandmother's will from the gods!
In the center where everyone gathered, the old grandmother Mu Lushanmu wore a forked deer skull hat and a long shaman's colorful dress. She held up a deer bone shaman staff and stood beside the bloody altar where the young deer was sacrificed. . At this moment, the whites of her eyes widened in horror, maintaining the epileptic posture possessed by her ancestors, and roaring like a high-pitched snow bear in the far north.
"Mulu Alashanwa! This is the will of the sacred mountain, and it has the blessing of the sacred mountain and me! Go! In this season of deep snow, drive the sled of reindeer and hunting dogs to the northern ice field of our ancestors, go Pounce on our enemies in the mountains...and I will promise you victory!"
"Go! Go to the Lutai River of the Yamabe ancestors, kill all the resisting men, and expel all the Lutai River... Go and cut off the head of the Lutai River chief, and bring it back to sacrifice to me!!... Roar! Hurry! Go! Go quickly! Roar!!..."
With the final announcement, the old grandmother Mu Lushanmu let out a terrifying roar that did not sound like a human voice. The hundreds of mountain warriors around the altar were silent for a few breaths, and then they all let their hair down, beat their chests, and screamed like wild beasts.
"Roar! Kill the enemy and drive away the deer! Roar! Cut off the head and offer it to the ancestors! Roar!!..."
"Hoo! Lord God! This is really... a simple and effective mobilization. It has raised the morale of all tribal warriors to the highest level!..."
In the corner of the shaman altar, the exploration captain Zuvalo lowered his head, leading ninety warriors and sailors from the longship, maintaining a superficial respect and solemnity. After all, he is a kingdom priest who graduated from Shenwei University. After the initial awe of the shaman god descending from him, he slowly came back to his senses. But the more this happened, the more he felt secretly frightened by the cruelty and decisiveness of Grandma Yamabe, as well as her strong judgment and action.
"As a famous old shaman, Grandma Yamabe's prestige is no longer limited to the powerful Hot Spring Mountains. After half a month of preparation and notification, hunters and envoys were sent to all the surrounding mountains. Came on a sleigh to attend the wedding of the old grandmother's granddaughter... And in front of the visiting envoys, the old grandmother had another hand of ancestral possession, and the groups of elite tribal warriors suddenly condensed into thorns in the Lutai River tribe. The sharp blade!…”
"Blessed by the Lord God! There are more than 300 tribal warriors gathered in the Hot Spring Mountain Department right now! They have the power to overwhelm the warriors and sailors of the kingdom..."
"Ah! The ancestor spirit has left! Farewell to the ancestor spirit!..."
Amid the roars and cheers of the Yamabe hunters, the old grandmother Mulu Yamamu once again skillfully passed out beside the altar. But this time, she woke up quickly. And after waking up to the cheers of everyone, the first person she summoned was Zuvalo.
"Mulu Alashanwa! The ancestor spirit left his will through my mouth, you need to do it!... Zu, my brave grandson-in-law... come here, come to me!"
".yes!"
Exploration captain Zuvalo came to the old grandmother's side with respect on his face. The old grandmother kindly stretched out her hand, touched Zuvalo's face that was red from the cold, and said with a smile.
"Blessed by the ancestors and the sacred mountain! The number of men sent by each tribe is more than I expected... This time when we went north, each tribe in the mountain tribe sent sixteen teams of hunters, and the tribe in the sea sent four teams of hunters, exactly twenty teams, four hundred people!... Like this Once you do this, you will be more confident about attacking the Lumohe River Tribe! You have more time, so even if the surrounding small Lutribe tribes go south to support you, you don’t have to worry too much..."
"Yes! It's all the blessing of our ancestors and the blessing of the Lord God!"
"Well... Zu, my child. The Haibu warriors under your command are very strong, and they are all the elites of the tribe! They also have very good copper-faced armor... This time when we go north, your father-in-law Mu Quan is the big leader, and you are the second Leader...you two, father and son, must work together well! If you have good armor from Kaibu, put on the wing armor from Yamabu and put on double armor, you can be the vanguard in attacking difficult situations!..."
".Um."
Upon hearing the order to serve as the vanguard, exploration captain Zuvalo pursed his lips. After a while, he nodded slightly and hummed agreement from his nose.
"It's up to you, grandma..."
"Okay! Blessed by the sacred mountain! Zu, you are my grandson-in-law, and I will not treat you badly..."
The old grandmother Mu Lushan smiled kindly and ruffled Zuwaro's hair again. This action, which was of special significance in the Mexican League, made Zuvalo's eyes twitch and his face became a little frozen.
"Ancestors promise! After conquering the Lutaihe tribe, you will be allowed to pick half of the captured men, children and women! You will also be given half of the captured reindeer herds!..."
"As for the territory... If you are willing to take Kaibu and establish a foothold in the north of the peninsula, the five hundred miles of tundra in the Lumohe River Department where deer herds are herds will be given to you!..."
"Five hundred miles of tundra? The northernmost part of the peninsula?..."
Hearing this, the exploration captain Zuvalo was silent for a while. This is to let the warriors of the kingdom act as the first line to stop Shikabe from going south! ... After thinking for a moment, Zuvalo shook his head firmly.
"Dear old grandmother, we in the Haibu are used to living by the sea and making a living by fishing and farming. We don't need so many deer herds, nor do we need such a large territory..."
"Witness the Lord God! We only need fifty miles of territory around the southern bay! As for the deer... we only need a number that can survive the winter, but we hope to get more captives..."
"Oh? You want the territory of the southern bay...less deer and more prisoners?..."
Hearing these requests, the old grandmother Mulu Shanmu narrowed her eyes, her face changed slightly, and there was a hint of solemnity in her voice. But she thought about the importance of this expedition, the strength of the Haibu warriors, and the possible presence of the big tribe and the big shaman behind them... The old grandmother pondered for a moment, then nodded in response.
"Okay! As long as you can suppress the captives of the deer tribe, and you can really get food from the sea and the soil...then I will give you 70% of the prisoners and 30% of the deer!..."
"As for the territory... The north side of the bay is one of the summer fishing grounds of the Hot Spring Mountain Division, and it is too close to the tribe's winter camp... If we can break through the Lumohe River Division this time and regain the territory on the north side of the peninsula, the hunting grounds of each tribe will be enough Move to the north and free up the mountains in the south..."
"Ancestor, my child! I can make the decision for the mountains in the south and give you the three hundred miles of mountainous land in the southernmost part of the peninsula from the south of the ancestor's 'Second Son Sacred Mountain' to the 'Young Son Sacred Mountain'! ... Ancestor Bless you! With these warmer southern lands, maybe you can really grow something to eat in the black soil..."
"Ah? From the Second Son Sacred Mountain to the Young Son Sacred Mountain? The mountainous area three hundred miles south of the peninsula? Is this the winter camp that wants to... keep us away from the hot spring mountain area and protect the mountain area from intrusion?"
Hearing such a condition that seemed generous but had hidden considerations, Zuvalo was startled, and his face showed genuine joy.
In the past half month, he learned many details about the peninsula from the hunters in the mountains. The "Second Son Sacred Mountain" of Yamabe is about two hundred miles south of the "Twin Sacred Mountains" where the fleet is anchored. It is about four hundred miles away from the winter camp of Hot Spring Mountain, which is a sufficient distance. As for the "Young Son Sacred Mountain", it is located at the narrow tip of the southern part of the peninsula and is also the end of the entire peninsula.
Therefore, from the "Second Son Sacred Mountain" to the "Young Son Sacred Mountain", it is almost the southernmost three hundred miles of the entire icy peninsula! And further south from there, there is a string of islands along the island, which is the "Three Islands and Tribal Alliance" predicted by His Majesty!
"Okay! Praise the Lord God! Thank you, generous old grandmother!..."
Exploration captain Zuvalo lowered his head and expressed his sincere gratitude to the old grandmother. The old grandmother smiled slightly, and finally pinched Zuvalo's face affectionately. She ordered with a kind smile, and her smile was somewhat meaningful.
"Zu, my brave boy! Have a good night's rest. Tomorrow morning, the soldiers will go out on sleds! ... Remember, today is your wedding! And tonight, the beautiful Msona will accompany you well. Yours...and you have to drink more deer blood and work harder to make her pregnant with your child!..."
".Uh...yes! Grandma...I will work harder..."
"Go! My child, I can't wait to see the offspring of the fusion of the two tribes!...Haha!"
