Chapter One Thousand and Thirty: The shamans spirit summons, the ancestors question, and the blood oaths answer!
It was a windy and snowy night, and murderous intent surrounded the tent, drifting like pine smoke. But when the morning sun rose, the sky was clear and wide, and Zuvalo woke up from his sleep, feeling refreshed and refreshed, as if he was ten years younger.
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"Lord God! It's so magical! This feeling of vitality is simply incredible, as vigorous and majestic as corn!..."
The exploration captain Zuvalo lowered his head and took a look, with sincere admiration on his face. But when he recalled the vague conversation before he fell drunk, his heart trembled, and his back suddenly sweated. He immediately reached out and touched
The short dagger at his waist was empty. After searching carefully, he found that all the leather armor and weapons were removed. He only wore a mountain deerskin robe, and he didn't know who put it on him.
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"This?...This!...These barbarians from the mountains!..."
Zuvarro jumped in panic and put on his moccasin boots in two seconds. Then, he bowed slightly and carefully got out of the tent...
"Head of Kaibu, you're awake!"
The two mountain hunters who were guarding looked over with smiles. One familiar face was the hunter Mulu who had excellent hearing. The other was the hunter Wu Hai who could talk.
"Uh...Friends of Yamabe, I'm awake...um, my two followers..."
"Oh! They haven't woken up yet..."
Wuhai and Mulu looked at each other, with kind smiles on their faces, and said hello to Zuvarro. Then, Mulu pointed to the old grandmother's tent. Wuhai looked solemn and said to Zuvarro.
"Head of Kaibu, the old grandmother said...please go see her when you wake up!..."
"Uh...grandma, want to see me?..."
Thinking of the "amiable" old grandmother, exploration captain Zuvarro's forehead was slightly sweaty. He looked around and saw that the mountains were already busy in the early morning. The tribesmen slaughtered deer and skinned them, and continued to prepare for the winter. Those bloody deer
The corpse fell in his eyes, which actually made his skin ache, and he felt a bit like it...
"Blessed by our spiritual ancestors! Leader of Haibu, let's go!..."
The two mountain hunters smiled, but did not give Zuvalo a chance to hesitate. Zuvalo had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow the two men, one behind the other, to the shaman chief's tent again.
"Common ancestors, protect us! Chief of Haibu, after drinking the sacred deer fetus blood wine, does the blessing of Renlu's vitality make you feel happy?..."
The old grandmother Mulu Shanmu raised her head, her smile even more kind and kind than yesterday. She was still sitting on the white deer's leather rug, dressed like a tribal shaman. Two steps beside her, sat
The stern-faced hunting captain, Mu Dog, was lowering his head, stretching out his hand, stroking and inspecting a row of neatly crafted equipment.
Zuvalo took a closer look and saw that it turned out to be a pair of bronze cloth armor, a copper axe, a long bow, a pot of copper arrows, and an obsidian dagger that was the symbol of the kingdom!
"Ah! This! Grandma, my attendant?..."
"Don't worry! My child...he slept very well. I just borrowed his things to take a look at and returned them to him after reading them."
The old grandmother, Mu Lushanmu, smiled, waved, and pointed to the seat next to her. Zuwaro pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and then plucked up the courage to sit next to the old grandmother.
"Witness the Lord God! Dear old grandmother, thank you for your reception yesterday!...I was too drunk and a little drunk...Before I got drunk, I seemed to have said some nonsense..."
"Um…"
The old grandmother Mulu Shanmu nodded and did not answer Zuvarro's words. She stretched out her hand, touched Zuvarro's face in Zuvarro's stiff and surprised eyes, and said meaningfully.
"Blessings from the ancestors! Good boy, you are very handsome and are very suitable to be my grandson-in-law! ...My granddaughter Msona happens to be in your Haibu..."
"Uh?!...Your granddaughter, me?..."
Exploration captain Zuvalo's eyes widened. As soon as his thoughts changed, his expression immediately changed.
"Dear grandmother, what do you mean? Marriage?..."
"Um…"
The old grandmother Mu Lushanmu smiled, retracted her old palm, and grasped the sharp deer bone staff. She slowly straightened her rickety back, and the expression on her face gradually became serious. And as she moved, the two men
The tribal hunters were also on the left and right, sandwiching the unarmed Zuvalo in the middle!
"...?"
"Mulu Alashanwa! The leader of the Kaibu! You came from the east coast of the sea, came to this cold snowy peninsula, and came to the ancestral territory passed down from generation to generation in the mountains... So, what do you think about this cold snowy field?
How much do you know about the peninsula?"
"Uh... the Lord God is witness! Dear grandmother, please speak out!..."
"Hmm...Headman of the Haibu, reindeer are the source of food for all tribes in the snow field, and they are also the foundation for raising all tribes. Do you know how far a reindeer can travel in a day to find food? And how much territory does a tribe's domesticated reindeer need?
How can migration satisfy their need for food throughout the year?…”
"Uh...please give me some advice..."
"Mulu Alashanwa! The leader of Haibu, I am the shaman of the snowfield, and I can tell you a clear answer. If you follow the speed you said, walking on the snow in one day is "thirty miles"... Then reindeer Mi
The food can be traveled at least four times in one day, which is 'one hundred and twenty miles'! The foraging and migration range of mountain reindeer is at least half a month's journey, which is one thousand eight hundred miles!..."
"Hiss! Migrated 1,800 miles?..."
Hearing such an astonishing number, the exploration captain Zuvalo took a breath of air. He never thought that the range of those gray-looking reindeer could be so far! And what did the old grandmother want to explain when she told him this?
Woolen cloth?…
"Head of Haibu, do you know how big the snowy peninsula we are located on, which is the place predicted by your great shaman, is from south to north?..."
"Uh...please give me some advice..."
"The inheritance of our ancestors guides us! From the southernmost island of the peninsula to the northernmost deer part of the peninsula, it is also half a month's journey of the reindeer, which is 1,800 miles! And this 1,800 miles, on the island
Between the mountain tribe and the deer tribe is the territory of our ancestors of the mountain tribe! It is the reindeer land that has been passed down from generation to generation by the mountain tribe and continues the tribe!..."
"Ah! The territory of Yamabe's ancestors?...It's the entire peninsula!..."
Exploration Captain Zuvalo was startled for a moment, and suddenly something clicked in his heart! If he remembered well, Hunting Captain Mu Quan had mentioned several times that the deer tribe invaded the territory from the north, and the island tribe invaded the territory from the south...
"Dear grandmother, you want the two tribes to join hands and fight together..."
"Mulu Alashanwa! Leader of Haibu, don't be impatient yet."
The old grandmother Mu Lushanmu had a leisurely look on her face, smiling and repeating the shaman's incantation. Then she looked at Zuwaro kindly, picked up a pine branch as thick as her arm, and asked again.
"Headman of the Haibu, the long winter is the eternal test of the tribes in the snow field, year after year, from birth to death!... And the trees in the snow field are the fuel for the tribes to survive the winter, and they are also the most precious gift of the sacred mountain.
!Do you know how long it will take for this pine branch to grow to be so thick and long?"
"Well…"
Hearing this, exploration captain Zuvalo's lips became dry and sweat broke out on his back. He already somewhat understood what the old grandmother meant. Thinking about it based on the previous question... Even in the warm leather tent, he still felt it.
The chill of winter and the cold blood!…
"Grandma... what you want to say is..."
"Mulu Alashanwa! Leader of the Kaibu, let me tell you... In the cold snowfield, a pine tree can only grow one fingernail thick and one hand long every spring and winter!... And this
A pine branch as thick as an arm requires six springs and winters to grow! But if it is used as fuel, it can only allow one tribesman to cook a meal and take a nap... And the pine forests of the entire peninsula
, the tribes that can be supported by this vast snowfield of 1,800 miles are only the ten or twenty thousand people you mentioned!..."
Speaking of this, the face of the old grandmother Mu Lushanmu gradually showed a fierce murderous intent. She straightened her spine and inserted the deer bone staff deeply into the white deer's leather rug, right into the vital part of the deer's head.
! Then, she narrowed her eyes, stared at the sweaty Zuvalo, and said word by word.
"Mulu Alashanwa! Chief of the Kaibu, you are a child as smart as a fox. You must understand what I want to say... On this snowy peninsula, there are deer herds that can be tamed and tribes that can be supported.
, is always limited! And if your Haibu wants to gain a foothold on the snowy peninsula, it must need food, fuel, and your territory!..."
"The Lord God witnesses! Dear old grandmother, the survival of our big tribe in the lake is actually different from the survival of your mountain tribe!..."
Hearing this, exploration captain Zuvalo gritted his teeth and spoke firmly with a face on his face.
"Our food source is not reindeer, and we don't need snowfields to graze reindeer! We are a tribe on the sea, and we can fish from the sea to get meat for the winter! We are also a farming tribe, and we can grow potatoes by the bay.
Harvest food for the winter!… Therefore, we in the sea area only need a small territory to build a port, and we will not compete with the mountain areas for hunting grounds and pastures!…”
"As for fuel for the winter, we will only need to cut down some trees in the first two years... When the subsequent support from the kingdom arrives, we will transport enough flint!... We can also cut down wood from the islands in the south and transport it... More
What's more, according to His Majesty the Sage's divine revelation, there are stretches of flint on the largest island in the southern island, which can provide fuel for the entire peninsula and all tribes!..."
"Huh?!...Fishing? Farming?...Follow-up support? Wood and flint from the southern islands?...Hmm...Mulu Alashanwa! Let me ask the ancient ancestors, ask Renlu and the sacred mountain!...
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After hearing these unexpected words, the old grandmother Mulushanmu squinted her eyes and looked at Zuwaro deeply for a while. Then, she suddenly lowered her head, closed her eyes, murmured a few words, and then suddenly disappeared.
The sound was like an old man falling asleep!
"Ah? Grandma is going to hold a shaman's séance! Hush! Be quiet!..."
There was silence in the tent, and everyone looked solemn, waiting for the respected spirit to descend and the ancestor's decision! This lifeless silence lasted for almost a full two-quarters of an hour before the hunting captain Mu Quan boldly spoke softly.
Asked something.
"Mother? Ancestor?..."
"Ha! Mulu Alashanwa! I am the ancestor who came down from the sacred mountain! I am your mother and the mother of the entire mountain!..."
The old grandmother Mulu Shanmu opened her eyes, revealing the captivating whites of her eyes. At this moment, her voice suddenly became high-pitched and hoarse, like the cold wind blowing across the sacred mountain and freezing the ice and stone!
"Ah! Ah! The ancestor is possessed! The old grandmother is psychic!!..."
Seeing this obvious sign of the shaman's spirit coming, the tribal hunters in the tent showed horror and awe, and they all fell to the ground and saluted their most respected ancestors.
"Ah? Lord God!...This..."
Zuvalo looked at those dead white eyes, and his whole body trembled in horror. He hesitated for a moment, looked at the hunters around him who were saluting, and then he also lay down on the leather rug, showing his awe for the unknown divinity.
"Uh! I praise you, the ancient ancestors of the Jiao people!...We...we Haibu...are also your lost ethnic group and are the descendants of your brothers!..."
"Mulu Alashanwa! The wind and snow in the far north have blown all the tribes from ancient times to today, from the East China Sea to the West Sea... The coldness of the ice and snow has condensed into eternal cold stones, like the endless fighting of the tribes.
...The warmth of deer blood dances in the living heart, but it is only shared among the closest tribes..."
"Mulu Alashanwa! Ice and snow or deer blood, fighting or getting close, there is no middle way... Descendants of Kaifu brothers, when you enter the territory of Yamabu, are you enemies who are full of malice and fighting each other, or can you
Believe, allies fighting side by side?!..."
The old grandmother Mu Lushanmu was trembling all over, her eyes were white and swaying, she screamed loudly, and shouted a breathtaking chant. She maintained the posture of being possessed by her ancestors, staring at Zuwaro coldly, like the oldest person in the North.
Like a snow bear, it roared out a terrifying sound. And the sound was extremely loud and definitely not like a human voice. It was full of cold threats and shocking power!
"Witness the white sky! I, the ancestral spirit of Yamabe, walked down from the sacred mountain of ice and snow!...Headman of Kaibu, tell me your choice, should you be Yamabe's enemy or your ally?!...If you are an enemy, just
Fight to the death with Yamabe to decide who owns this territory! And if you are an ally, fight side by side with Yamabe, kill the invading Shikabe from the north, and drink their blood together!…"
"Ah? Uh! I...the main god witnessed! The sacred ancestral spirit of Yamabe...I...we are allies of Yamabe, not enemies...we are allies, not enemies!..."
"Mulu Alashanwa! Very good! Chief of the Kaibu, you have made a wise choice... Come, swear to me, answer me with a blood oath!..."
"O Lord God!...Do you want...a blood oath?..."
"Mulu Alashanwa! All reliable oaths must be sworn in blood to have binding power! ...Come, use your blood to blend our blood, mix with Renlu's blood, and hold the witness of the ancestors.
Ritual!…Use the enemy’s blood to carve eternal oaths and curses into the souls of the two tribes!…Come on! Let’s take the blood oath and kill! Right now! Right here!!…”