During the welcome of the Bomo people, the cloaked hunter was very proud of himself. He showed his identity as a bear hunting warrior and showed the cedar shaman's token. Xiong Feng, the chief of the bear hunting department, took the token and looked at it carefully for a while, with a smile on his face.
Showing surprise and joy. Then, he made gestures, "chatted" with Letian for a while, and then loudly announced to the warriors of the tribe.
"The boating tribe came from the south and are friendly friends! They are the shamans of the south!..."
"Friends! People of the Southern Shaman!...Oh ho!"
The shouts of celebration echoed on the beach at dusk. A blazing bonfire was also lit in front of the totem pole. After confirming the identity of the exploration fleet, the Bomo people of the Bear Hunting Department showed another kind of
The unrestrained enthusiasm, bonfire banquet, singing and dancing, lasting from sunset to sunrise, are unforgettable!
The exploration fleet docked at Bomo for two days, using ten spears and a small bag of lake gems to replenish food and fresh water. Then, on behalf of the fleet, exploration captain Zuvalo asked Xiong Feng, the chief of the Bear Hunting Department,
He was presented with a bronze ax and a long bow. Chief Xiong Feng's happy gift in return was a black bear skin that he peeled off with his own hands.
In the Pomo language, "Bear Wind" means the best running warrior and the most agile hunter in the Bear Hunting Tribe. The Bear Hunting Tribe has a tradition of advocating force, and almost every chief is the most outstanding hunter.
And this martial tradition, combined with the legend of the origin of the tribe, gave birth to the unique and strong huntress of the Pomo people!
"Ah!"
The early morning light fell on the tribe's small hut. A strong huntress strode out of the hut and curled her lips in disdain. Her thick and powerful arms could almost compete with a cub, while walking
His posture is as steady and powerful as a bear.
"O Lord God!..."
After a long time, a painful groan came from the shack. The exploration captain Zuvalo was pale, his upper body was bare, and his steps were trembling. As the leader of the fleet, he was regarded as the bravest warrior in the team, and he was subjected to
The key point of the Bear Hunting Club is "welcome". And the person who "welcomes" him is the strongest female hunter in the tribe!
This is also the custom of the Pomo people, which allows the strongest woman to marry the strongest outsider to give birth to strong and healthy children and improve the bloodline of intermarriage within the group.
"Yes! The glory of the Lord God inspires me all the time! I can't wait here for a moment! Hurry! Keep heading north!..."
On this afternoon, the Kingdom's exploration fleet left the farewell Pomo hunters and headed towards the desolate northern coast. Before leaving, the knowledgeable Mickey had a look of regret. In his opinion, these tall and strong Pomo hunters
Although the Mo Hunters are few in number, they are all good warriors who can wear heavy armor and fire large bows! If they can convert Chief Xiong Feng and recruit these forest hunters to join the fleet, what a good addition to the warriors they will be!
"What a pity!...Blessed by the Lord God! When you have the opportunity, you must convert these Bomo people..."
The fleet continued north, following the ocean current, and traveled 600 miles in five days before arriving at another river valley surrounded by mountains.
Under the sunshine at noon, a wide river flows out from the mountains in the east, reaches the coast lined with swamps, and then merges into the sea in the west. Looking carefully, the water of this river is not clear. But there are many drapes.
The tribesmen in straw clothes were busy with something by the river, carrying straw baskets.
"I heard the shaman mentioned that this should be the land of the wiyot people!"
The cloaked hunter Lotte looked at the turbid river for a while, stared at the tribesmen's straw baskets, and then answered in the affirmative.
"Yes! It's right here! This big river is called Wik-ni! It produces a lot of 'Wik-ni'! ...Suck it! It's delicious!"
"The Viyot tribes along this river are not big. The really big tribe is in the lagoon bay in the north! It is a very big lagoon. You can walk for a day, and it is also a very good fishing ground! And
There is a large tribe inside the lagoon. I don’t know where it is. I only know that it is called ‘tuluwat’, which means ‘the tribe’s home by the lake’, the Lake Garden Department!”
In the afternoon of this day, the fleet finally found the narrow entrance of the lagoon bay thirty miles north of the Vikney River. The long grass along the coast grew densely in the swamps and tidal flats, attracting many waterbirds. The clear and quiet lagoon,
It extends in the tidal flats surrounded from east to west, with no end in sight from north to south!
Soon, on the east bank of the lagoon, where the channel is the narrowest and most suitable for fishing, a small boat of the Viyot people appeared. After seeing six long boats sailing in, a small boat returned to the tribal village on the east bank to report the news.
And the few remaining ships actually gathered around and came forward.
The Wiyot fishermen on the small boat looked curious, looking at the large boat they had never seen before and the tribes who didn't know where they came from. The fishermen at the front looked enthusiastic and spoke in the Wiyot language from the Algic language family.
, greeted him warmly.
"Maa-mam! Suq! Hello! Welcome! ... Friends from the sea! ..."
"Well..."
Mickey the Knowledgeable pursed his lips and looked at the cloaked hunter Lotte.
"Lotte, do you know their language?"
"Nope!"
"Then can you dance for them to show our intention?"
"Can not be done!"
The cloaked hunter Lotte blinked innocently and refused naturally.
"The Wiyot people are a fishing tribe, a tribe that fishes for 'vicni'... They are not hunters in the mountains and forests, and they can't understand the hunters' communication at all!"
"..."
In desperation, Mikey the Knowledgeable had no choice but to take out the translation book of Cedar Shaman and search carefully for a long time before he found a few useful words. He didn't know if the Viyot people could understand it.
“Peyek, xemkwe?…grain, exchange?”
Hearing this, the tribal fishermen on the fishing boat were stunned, scratched their heads, and waved their hands.
"..."
Mikey the Knowledgeable looked at Zuvallo awkwardly, but saw him touching his chin and carefully looking at the gentle Viyot man on the boat. He didn't know what he was thinking. He pursed his lips and looked for another word.
, said again.
"torek, shemkwe?... food, exchange?"
This time, the Viyot fisherman thought for a while and finally reacted. He happily lifted a fishing basket from the fishing boat and shouted to the long boat.
"Vikeni! Shemkwe!"
It turns out that the Viyot people know very clearly that "payek" is grain and does not include fish. However, their tribe does not have much grain, but it can be stored for a long time. It is generally used as stored grain in winter and will not be easily mixed with other grains.
Exchange with outsiders.
"Lotte, he wants to trade for 'Vicney'? What on earth is that, a fish?"
"Suck! That's delicious..."
The cloaked hunter Lotte took a sip and said with a smile.
"Switch it over! I'll show you my skills tonight!..."
"delicious?…"
Mikey the Knowledgeable looked confused and looked at the exploration captain Zuvallo.
"Zuvarro, do you think it will be delicious?"
"delicious!"
Exploration captain Zuvalo nodded affirmatively without blinking. He stared at the Viyot fisherman with a simple smile and a happy face, and his eyes shone.
"Such a kind and honest tribe...it must be delicious!...Praise the Lord God! You will definitely shine in the north!"