Aztec Eternals

Bright bonfires burn in the fields, casting the glow of metal into people's eyes. In front of the shining gold and silver light, the gray and black flint was inconspicuous, with an ordinary silence.

The old militiaman Chiwako stared at it for a moment, and somehow felt that Flint was a little familiar. he asked hesitantly.

"A flint that symbolizes the ancestors? A stone that can burn?"

"Exactly! This is a gift from our ancestors. It is a brave and decisive frog. The fire was obtained from the ancient mountain! The fire was scattered in the land by agouti, so that the stones can burn. And the soul of the ancestors, just Watch us in the flames!  …”

Chief Karan shook his head with a look of fascination, as if he was communicating with a distant ancestor.

"The flint in the mountains is a gift from our ancestors and a blessing from our ancestors! We Mayo people use flint to make a fire for cooking, to drive out wild beasts, to resist the cold wave in the north, and even to extract these golden stones. And flint is easy to dig, They also have enough firepower, which is much easier than chopping down trees. With them, the tribe doesn't need to expend too many tools and manpower to chop down trees and burn wood!  …”

"Easy to dig, strong firepower, able to smelt gold and copper..."

Puap kept his ears sideways, trying to listen. After a while, he remembered what he had seen in the Heiyanshan mine, and suddenly came to his senses.

"God bless! Isn't this flint the coal that His Highness said?! The Black Rock Mountain Mine uses this black thing to burn that hard-to-burn iron. Every time I bring it from the Chingambat mine, I I have to bring someone to pick it up, it will take a lot of manpower! Well, His Highness seems to pay special attention to the messy stones, coal, iron, etc..."

Puap's thoughts were like electricity, his eyes flashed, and some thoughts appeared in his heart.

Nekali is in charge of the Industry and Mining Division. Over the years, the number of his subordinates has continued to expand, almost on the same level as the commanders of the various legions. And Black Wolf's personal guard, Ma Vic, got the position of the head of Heiyan Mountain, and now he's also doing well, at least he's a battalion commander of a thousand people. Even himself, it was not by virtue of the discovery of the iron mine that he was able to recover. And now this tribe has gold, bronze, and flint... This is a great credit!

Thinking of this, he took two steps forward, leaned into the old militiaman's ear, and whispered.

"Old man Qi, these flint stones are of great use to His Royal Highness! Just ask, where are they and how many are there?"

"okay."

Hearing this, Chiwako nodded. He looked at Chief Karan and asked solemnly.

"Friend, we, the order of the Great Chief. Looking for the sacred place of seabirds, and also looking for divine things... Are these flints of yours, how many, are you trading?"

"Uh..."

Hearing the inquiry from the messenger in the lake, Chief Karan's expression froze, and his face was a little embarrassed.

"Friend, the ancestor's flint, of course there is near our tribe! But after the tribe has used it for many years, there are not many flints on the ground, and it is too troublesome to dig underground..."

"Then... where are there so many flints?"

"Haha, my friend! Flint is the kind of fire scattered from the sacred mountain, and naturally it is the most in the sacred mountain!"

Chief Karan laughed and replied without hesitation. This question is really silly. If there is no divine power of the mountain, how can the stone burn?

"...The sacred mountain that contains fire is just in the far north of our Yorem tribe, and northeast of our brother tribe's Yomei tribe! Once the priests of the tribe came back from the sacred mountain and told us: the sacred mountain is the place where the fire originated, and it contains The deepest divine power. The land is arid, the grass is barren, the birds and beasts are extinct, there are flint scattered in the open air everywhere, and the towering flint mountains are piled up!  …”

"And the scattered flints are also centered on the sacred mountain and are distributed all over the north. Not far from the north of the Yomeibu, there are two large flint fields with flints that can't be used up for generations!"

Speaking of this, Chief Karan's eyes showed yearning, and there was a touch of deep greed. Then, his expression changed, first with a proud announcement, and then with a serious question.

"In the vast wasteland and mountains, whether to the east or south, there is no flint. Only the north, only the land of the Mayo Yaqi people, has this kind of ancestor's gift! This land, it is It is the fertile soil passed down to us by our ancestors! And the despicable Sri people who dare to invade our land are doomed to die under the curse of the ancestors!  ...friends, witness the ancestors! You will help us and keep bringing new weapons and supplies , to fight the Sri people in the north?"

"Yes. Ancestor witness! Friends, we will be back, as friends!"

Chiwako looked solemn, swearing in the name of his ancestors. The two bowed their heads at the same time, pressed the antlers on their heads against each other, and then touched the gourd bell in their hands, making a sacred "ding bell".

After he was done, Chief Karan waved his hand. The grand banquet opened in the open air, reflecting the mighty and dazzling galaxy, accompanied by the swaying waves of the sea.

The samurai and warriors on both sides put down their weapons, greeted each other, and exchanged the food they carried with each other in accordance with the tribal etiquette. The Kingdom side offered tortillas, salted fish, and tequila, while the Mayo brought black bean puree and pumpkin, as well as a peculiarly flavored tea bean.

The crowd ate a full meal, full of interest and joy. Then, the warriors of the kingdom stomped on the drums and danced a rhythmic war dance; the warriors of the tribe shook wooden bells and sang short and high tunes!

"Ahaha! Friends are coming from afar, cedar trees are rustling. Let's light the fire and dance around the circle of fire. Ahaha! The eyes of the ancestors are watching, and we dance by the flames!...Ahahahahaha !"

The location of the Mayo people is already on the edge of the Great Basin in North America. They communicated a lot with their northern neighbors, and their musical styles were also influenced, somewhat similar to the Apache divisions in the Great Basin.

The tribal warriors sang in unison, the melody was simple and repeated, and the pitch gradually rose. The desolate and quaint singing, drifting far between the mountains and the wasteland, accompanied by the continuous beating pace, is like a herd of wild bulls galloping on the wasteland, which is unforgettable!

The bonfires were burning brightly, and the crowd sang all night long. Chiwaco danced all night, and his waist was almost folded in half. It was not until the afternoon of the second day that the fleet replenished some fresh water and was ready to travel northwest.

Chief Karan personally came to the seaside to see off the fleet in the lake. He hadn't slept through the night, still in good spirits. At this moment, he looked at Chiwako who was about to leave, looked at the sturdy ship of the tribe in the lake, thought for a while, and finally made up his mind!

The chief wearing a deer head beckoned to the soldiers behind him. A young tribal warrior, barefoot and carrying a spear, walked in front of the old militiaman in two steps and smiled plainly.

"Friend, he's my nephew, Cavado. You can call him 'Mountain Bird.'"

"Huh? Friend, your nephew? This is to..."

Chiwaco looked surprised. He looked at the young man in front of him and had some vague guesses.

"Well, according to the custom, when you meet a close tribe from afar, you have to exchange the youth of the tribe. Friends, if you continue to go north, the language of each tribe will become more and more difficult to understand. And the words of the Sri people are even more difficult to understand with us. It's completely different. Although Shan Bird is young, he knows many tribal languages. His mother, my brother snatched it from the Sri tribe... Bring my nephew, he will help you From now on, he will be a member of your tribe in the lake."

"...thank you, friend."

Chiwako pondered for a while, then chose to agree. The fleet continues north, and does need a local interpreter. He nodded sincerely and smiled at the young Horde warrior. Then, he looked at Puap and gave an order in a low voice.

"Old Pu, you get a samurai."

In the desolate Northland, it has always been the custom of many Northland tribes to exchange young people with their trusted tribes. Behind this custom, there is probably the effect of exchanging blood and saving seeds to prevent inbreeding.

"...Fine!"

Ash Earth Puap touched his chin, looked at the warrior behind him, and also summoned a trusted Prepecha warrior.

"Grey cat warrior Putu, you are my clan, stay here before you get married! I will leave you more money. You marry more wives, have more children, and take root here. ..."

The gray cat warrior Putu grimaced as he glanced at the Yorem tribe, who was poor and the other was white, with only gold nuggets left, and was speechless for a while. However, in this era, the orders of the family patriarch are usually not disobedient. After a while, he had no choice but to nod his head.

"...Well, Patriarch. Listen to you."

"Yeah! When the baby is free, take a walk around and see how big the gold and copper mines are. There is gold and copper here. Your Highness will definitely pay attention to this place... After a few years, the kingdom will definitely return to it. Sent someone!"

"it is good!..."

The two sides exchanged a young fighter each, and they said goodbye. Chief Karan looked at the fleet of tribes in the lake and disappeared at the end of the vast coast. After a while, he took a deep breath. Then, with a smile on his face, he pulled the young gray cat warrior Putu, and announced with a heroic smile.

"Grey cat, let's go! Haha, the tribe will hold a party tonight. Which girl do you fancy, she is your wife! If one is not enough, you can choose another!"

"Ah? Here, Chief Deer Head... er, no, Chief Karan, you..."

"Let's go! Since you joined the tribe, you will be a member of the tribe from now on. Come, tell me about the situation of the tribe in the lake!"

The sea and the sky are vast, the water is pale, and the road is getting more and more dry, and the sky is not cloudy or rainy. The kingdom's fleet sailed out from the bay occupied by the Yorem tribe. But in five days, he traveled four or five hundred miles to reach the territory of the Yomei tribe.

The Yomei tribe is a large tribe with a population of more than 8,000 people, plus several sub-clans attached to it, it can even reach 10,000 or 20,000 people. They control the mouth of the Yaqi River and occupy the rare fertile soil by the Yaqi River, so they call themselves the Yaqi people. Here, the fleet anchored again, and some water was supplied from a nearby tribal village.

As the most powerful tribe along the coast, the Yomei tribe was very vigilant about the arrival of the fleet in the lake. On the second day, their chief did not appear, but sent hundreds of tribal warriors in full armor to inquire about the purpose of the kingdom's fleet.

An old militiaman, Chiwako, brought "Mountain Bird" Cavado to meet the warrior leader sent by the Yomei Department. He answered frankly.

"We are from the far south, sent by the great chief of the tribe in the lake, to find the messengers of the holy land and the sacred mountain! We and your brother tribe, the Yorem tribe, are excellent friends!"

"Looking for a holy place and a sacred mountain? The holy land in the sea has nothing to do with our Yomei tribe. But the sacred mountain in the northeast is the gift and blessing of the gods, and it is the ancestral land of our ancestors of the Yaki people! If you want to go to the sacred mountain, you need to obtain a tribe. The permission of the chief and the priest! ... As for the Jorem tribe, although they are the same as our ancestors and have walked out of the sacred mountain, they have no close relationship, let alone our brothers!"

Hearing this, "Mountain Bird" Cavado showed a little indignation on his face. He blushed, opened his mouth to refute something, and suppressed it abruptly, just standing there sulking.

Hearing this, Chiwako was stunned. He looked at the expression of the leader on the opposite side, and recalled the words of Chief Karan, and he gradually gained a little understanding in his heart.

"The relationship between the Yorem Department and the Yomei Department...the relationship between these two departments, I am afraid it is not so simple!... Chief Karan, not a simple person..."

"Foreigners! When you get here, are you still going north?"

"Yes. I heard that the holy place where seabirds gather is further north."

"Sacred place for seabirds? Farther north? ... That's the land of the Sri."

The warrior leader of the Yomei tribe wore a deer head and looked serious. He vigilantly looked at the clothes of the tribes in the lake, and then stared at the eagle feather crest above Hui Chihuako's head.

"What is your relationship with the Sri people further north?"

"Uh?...Our tribe in the lake, from the sacred mountain in the wasteland, don't know, what Sri people..."

The old militiaman pondered for a while and answered calmly. Similar to the Aztecs, the ancestors of the Prepecha people were also a wasteland tribe from the northwest, but they reached the Mexican plateau earlier~www.readwn.com~ Huh? Are you also the Shenshan tribe? ! Tell me some ancestral legends, let me hear... Yes, the mountain is the source of all the tribes of the wasteland and the center of the vast world. Listening to your language, it should indeed be a tribe that has come out of the mountain, not the same as the despicable Sri people! "

The warrior leader listened carefully for a while before nodding in approval. The Nahua language tribes in the far south are actually separated by three or four thousand miles, and they have a few similarities in language with the coastal tribes in the far northwest. The long history contained in it makes people think deeply and think about it for a long time, but there is no way to verify it.

"The tribe in the distant lake, the flame of the ancestors shines on us! I am the deputy leader of the Yomei tribe, 'Shanying' Weihuo, since you are also one of the tribes of the Shenshan..."

"Mountain Eagle" Weihuo thought for a while, and promised cautiously.

"The sacred mountain is very far away, and outsiders are not allowed to go there. In fact, even I have only been to the sacred mountain once. It is too desolate, no crops can be grown, no tribes live, only the vast flint... The flint contains Divine power, we Yaki people are loved by the mountain and have a huge flint field. I can allow you to go to the ancestor's flint field not far north of the tribe to worship!"