Chapter 1,117 The Singing of the White Crow, Mother, Grandmother and Tomb
"Oh!…"
"Gaowa, what did he sing?"
"Weng. To the west, to the west, to the west, the tomb of the ancestors, the giants!"
"The tomb of the ancestor giant? What is that?"
"Weng! That's, that's...ah! It's countless giants connected together! It's the one you've been looking for, the one you want to find!..."
In the boundless deep sea, there is a lonely island, surrounded by waves for hundreds of miles. There are gray-brown volcanoes on the island, covered with white snow. There are sparse green shrubs, grass and moss in the snow.
It extends from the edge of the island to the low and high places of the volcano. It seems like the end of the world, a place of desolation and death, without any tribes or people, not even sea beasts or birds.
The arrival of the two longships brought a little more vitality to this dead island. The hoarse song of the old guide, the crow, was like the sea breeze blowing from the north for thousands of years, carrying cold, desolation and death.
!
"Hey Yo Naga!..."
"O Lord God! The corpses of the ancestor giants are islands. From east to west, there is Kamiko noma Island first, and then Kamiko noma Island. And our current location is between Kamiko noma Island and Mother Island! Again
To the west is the ‘Grandma Island’, and further west is the ‘Giant’s Tomb’!…”
The cold wind blew and the sunset dimmed, but the eyes of the knowledgeable Mickey suddenly brightened up. He listened carefully to White Bear Gaowa's translation, his face gradually became brighter, his whole body felt warm, and even his heartbeat suddenly accelerated!
"Ah! God bless you! Zuvalo, that tomb with countless overlapping corpses is, it is..."
"It's a brand new continent! The new continent predicted by His Majesty is in the mouth of Unanga's guide, not far to the west, behind the two big islands! Ah! The volcano of the Lord God guides us all the way! And His Majesty's divine inspiration
The prophecy also guides us all the way!…”
The exploration captain Zuvalo looked excited and fanatical. He looked around, looking at the blood-red sunset, the vast sea, the tiny island, and the only two longships... After a moment, he gritted his teeth.
, made up his mind!
"Take a rest tonight! Use snow water to replenish fresh water! Early tomorrow morning, we will row west at full speed to find what Unanga calls the 'Mother Island'!..."
The autumn wind was biting and cold, and the sea tide rose and fell. The sun was sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy, and clouds loomed in the north. Under the guidance of the old guide Wu Baiya, everyone in the fleet paddled toward the northwest for two days. Finally, on the second day,
In the evening, everyone saw a small island from a distance.
"This is 'Mother's Child', one of the two small islands east of Mother Island. There are no tribes on the two small islands, but there are sea lions and seals that can be hunted! However, the scale of sea beasts is not large, so don't
Hunting the female beast! This is the tradition of the tribe..."
When we arrived here, the old face of the old guide Wu Baiya gradually changed from a dead volcano to a lively active volcano. He sang many songs and told many stories.
Gao Wa murmured incomprehensibly. At noon on the third day, the two longships finally crossed hundreds of miles of sea, passed two anchored islands, and arrived at the snow-capped "Mother Island"!
"Hey Yo Naga! My mother! I'm back! After the spring of five palms, before the death of nine palms!..."
The old guide Wu Baiya landed on the island and looked at the desolate white and the green that had not withered yet. His old muddy eyes gradually filled with tears. He lay on the ground tremblingly, pressing his head against the gray-brown cold
Mud, let tears and mud mix together, flow into the place where he was born, and also flow into the land where his parents and clan members are buried.
"Hey Naga! I'm back! The bones of my father and mother are buried outside the tribe's cave. I also want to bury my bones there! ... What a pity! The bodies of my brother and brother are buried.
In the rolling sea, it can no longer be found!…”
"Lord God! Gao Wa, the old white crow is crying, laughing, barking and howling...what are you talking about?"
"Weng! Bai Yao said that he... left here at the age of twenty, on the island where he was born. He and his elder brother and younger brother, according to the tribal tradition, rowed to the Changnu Island in the east... In the end, he was the only one who arrived and joined
He joined the tribe there and gave birth to a new child... He originally thought that he would die on Changnu Island, but he never thought that there would be a day when he would come back!..."
Hearing this, the knowledgeable man lowered his eyes, his mind fluctuated violently, and he did not speak for a long time. He knew that the Unanga people would paddle simple kayaks and canoes to venture into the sea to fish and hunt. But he could not imagine paddling like this.
How difficult it would be for a simple boat to cross hundreds of miles of ocean and travel between islands!
For the Unanga people, these thousands of miles of ancestral island chains are the harsh and cold homeland where they have struggled to survive for generations. When the ancestral giants died, they turned into islands. Every voyage across the islands is related to death.
With their ancestors as companions, they go looking for tribes on other islands so that new bloodlines can merge with each other! And only through such cross-island intermarriage can the small and small group of Unanga people continue to live healthily, from the very beginning thousands of years ago.
, has been passed down to this day!…
"The Lord God bless you! Please lead us to visit the tribe he came from! We want to know more information about the West, whether it is the Giant Island or the Tomb Continent!..."
The area of Mother Island is only about 150 miles long and 780 miles wide. There are no towering volcanoes on this island, and there are no warm, non-freezing hot springs. White low mountains covered with snow can be seen everywhere. Knowledgeable people
Mickey named this island "Snow Girl Island".
The climate of Shenxuenu Island is even colder. The Unanga tribe on the island is obviously smaller than that of other large islands. It is estimated that there are only more than 400 people in total. In order to keep warm, most of the tribes here choose to dig caves and live semi-underground in the mountains.
In their caves, they maintain a relatively primitive living condition. The only sources of food are fishing and hunting. Their activity range is only between the two surrounding islands, and they rarely come into contact with other ethnic groups. They have no hostility or fighting.
, there is no concept of enemies. In fact, their biggest and always enemy is the harsh and cold climate environment. In their understanding, the ships coming over the sea represent new tribes and people joining!
Therefore, when they saw the two "giant" longships arriving and the sudden appearance of the "longship tribe", the Unanga people on the island were very surprised and envious, showing obvious goodwill!
The fleet stayed on Shenxuenu Island for three days and visited two larger tribes. The old guide Wu Baiya found his tribe of origin. Unfortunately, all his relatives have been buried in the earth and sea. This
Among the tribe of nearly a hundred people, no one has lived past the age of forty at this moment...
Wu Baiya's sister died in the cold winter ten years ago. And his nephew died while going fishing three years ago. On this string of desolate islands, the lives of the tribesmen are so short, like
A forty-five-year-old "old man" like Wu Baiya is almost unique!
"Hey Yo Naga! My mother! I'm back! The bones of my father, mother, sister, and son are all buried outside the tribe's cave... Hey Yo Naga! I want mine too
Bones, buried there, buried with them!"
On the gray hills, there was the cold wind of approaching winter. The knowledgeable Mickey and the exploration captain Zuvalo stood side by side, listening to the singing of the black crow again. There was not much sadness in the hoarse singing, only
The vicissitudes of wind and snow were falling, just like his white hair, scattered and flying in the cold wind of the Far North, frozen and frosted.
The knowledgeable Mickey listened patiently for a long time before speaking in a low voice.
"Witness the Lord God! Zuvalo, we have asked several tribes on the island... No one has been to the 'Grandmother Island' in the northwest, and the last time someone came from there was two generations ago! It is too far away.
It’s so cold that it only exists in the oral songs of the Unanga tribe… It would be difficult for the longship to find it!…”
Hearing this, exploration captain Zuvalo pursed his lips, looked solemnly, and said in a deep voice.
"Gaowa, ask Bai Ya. Regarding Grandmother Island, what do the local tribes sing about it in their songs?"
After hearing the question relayed by White Bear Gaowa, the old guide Wu Baiya raised his head and took a deep look at Zuvalo. Then, he took a deep breath and sang hoarsely.
"Hey, Naga! The ancient sleeping grandmother, guarding the even more ancient sleeping tomb. The white cold low mountain, facing the white high mountain of death! Children returning home, rowing the boat of their ancestors,
It took seven days and nights to see my grandmother's face! And the storm on the sea would blow them, miss their grandmother's arms, and sink into the endless sea... Or, they would drift into the tombs of their ancestors and go away.
