Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1449 - 1002: The Scholar’s Sailing Journal—Long Bay Tribe and Great Whale Island, the Finest Tribal Soldiers!
"Early August, we ascended the rolling hills on the western side of the Thousand Islands Bay and beheld the Heavenly God Ancestor Peak connecting to the sky! That sacred scene felt like direct guidance from the Chief Divine, deeply imprinting on everyone in the fleet! Unquestionably, the fleet’s five longships paused for two days, ignited the holy flame, and held a grand prayer ceremony. The newly joined tribal sailors, hearing this was the Divine Mountain where the Chief Divine resided, eagerly participated in the prayers. They seemed to gradually integrate the ancestral worship of the Heavenly God Ancestor Peak with the supreme faith in the Chief Divine..."
"And this is something the fleet’s Priests were pleased to see! In my view, faith is always a gradual process. It must first delve into the hearts of people, address the question of existence, and then step-by-step elevate purity, becoming increasingly devout and focused until one is willing to dedicate everything to the Chief Divine... Just like the Warriors of the Kingdom in the fleet, who have gradually grown into the most devout zealots as the prophecy of Your Majesty unfolded throughout the voyage!..."
"Chief Divine’s witness! We will surely spread the glory of the Chief Divine in the vast, desolate, yet pure and sacred Far North land!..."
"Additionally, during this prayer ceremony of the Divine Mountain, we encountered a hunting party of Sugpiak people. Wearing thick sealskin robes, carrying many stone and bone spears, and a dozen small Hunting Bows. Such an equipment ensemble was the most elite northern Hunters we have seen. Hearing of our sacrificial rite at the ancestral Divine Peak, they enthusiastically joined in. After the ceremony, they also warmly invited the fleet to visit their not-so-distant Great Tribe... From their mouths, the fleet learned about the narrow bay a hundred miles to the west and a hunting party with ’four palms,’ from the ’extremely strong’ Great Northern Tribe, the Long Bay Tribe!"
"The Long Bay Tribe occupies the coastline to the south of the Divine Mountain and possesses what is said to be an extremely fertile fishing and hunting ground. If they truly have four palms, twenty hunting parties, that would mean at least three hundred strong able-bodied men in the tribe! And this implies their tribal population is at least seven to eight hundred people, indeed, a top Great Tribe of the Far North!... Unfortunately, that fertile narrow bay seems to be behind the mountains and not connected to the waterway of the Thousand Islands Bay. And if the fleet continues towards the southwestern coast, it won’t pass by the powerful Long Bay Tribe..."
"Of course, when the fleet’s Warriors lack absolute advantage, carrying food and Firestone to engage with such a scale of the Great Northern Tribe indeed bears risks... So, after a discussion, Zuwaro and I ultimately declined their invitation. We merely exchanged gifts with the hunting party of the Long Bay Tribe, then returned the crew to the longships and continued towards the southwestern coast. Local tribal sailors told us that at the southwestern coast’s end, there is a warm and abundant Great Island, where many big fish can be seen, thus called ’Great Fish Island’ by the local tribes..."
"Mid-August, the fleet’s five longships arrived at Great Fish Island. Those ’big fish’ floating on the water were, in fact, giant whales, measuring tens of meters, even over a hundred meters long! Therefore, Zuwaro named it ’Great Whale Island’! Where the whales gather, there naturally will be rich fish schools, countless from the coast to the near sea, and even more in deep waters... Praise the Chief Divine! That is an unharvestable and inexhaustible source of food, probably more abundant than the Thousand Islands Bay! So, the fleet must establish a fishing supply port here!... Ah! Chief Divine blessed us, providing us food for our journey!..."
Icebergs flickered with pure white light, perched on the God High Mountain Island secluded in the sea, like the Chief Divine’s warm, expectant gaze. Scholar Mikki spread his hands, praying softly, crawling several times towards the northeastern peaks like a groundhog bowing low. Beside him, Polar Bear Gawa blinked her eyes, bowed her sturdy body, lying beside her husband as if waiting like a Polar Bear on the Northern Coast.
After a moment of prayer, Scholar Mikki turned his head, eyes gently gazing at Gawa. He reached out and touched her fair, rough cheek, and then touched the Divine Emblem carved on her forehead. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
"Gawa, do you believe in the Chief Divine?"
"Ong? Faith?"
"That is... adhering to divine teachings, obeying divine will, willing to risk life to perform many difficult and dangerous tasks!..."
"Difficult? Dangerous?..."
"That is... very bitter, very tiring, and can lead to death..."
Upon hearing this, Gawa blinked her eyes and smiled innocently.
"Ong. Here, the tribe, it’s always bitter, tiring, and can die anytime... As long as there’s warm, glowing stone. As long as there’s food, long-lasting food... The tribe, doesn’t fear bitterness, doesn’t fear exhaustion, doesn’t fear death!"
"Hmm..."
With these words, Scholar Mikki remained silent for a while, then ruffled Gawa’s hair, firmly grasping his wife’s large hand.
"Gawa, if there are Firestone and food... would the tribe’s sailors be willing to join the fleet in crossing the vast ocean westward to search for the prophesied Land of Divine Revelation?"
"Cross the ocean westward? Land of Divine Revelation?"
Polar Bear Gawa’s eyes showed confusion, pondering for a while before asking.
"Ong, we, the tribe, always row westward. Is it to find a new settlement? Migration is commonplace. Folks are willing. If there’s food, warmth, it’s very good!"
Hearing Gawa’s words, Scholar Mikki remained silent for a long time, unsure how to respond.
The exploration fleet sailed onwards, continuously setting up ports, leaving behind stationed crew, and constantly gaining manpower supplement from Northern fishing and hunting tribes. At this moment, among the hundred and fifty people on the three longships, Northern tribes’ sailors numbered over eighty, coming from over twenty different small tribes. Whereas Warriors of the Kingdom only numbered over sixty.
Thus, upon a glance, the average height of the exploration fleet has seemingly increased since departure. Everywhere on the longships are robust, burly Northern men and short, fierce Kingdom Warriors. In addition to teaching these tribal sailors basic Navajo, the Kingdom Warriors also taught them how to wear Armor and wield spears, how to form groups for battle.
The high and burly able-bodied from the extreme northern tribes are incredibly fit, powerful, resilient, and possess great endurance, nearly the strongest Gummy People Tribal Group seen by Scholar Mikki!
Even the fleet’s Warrior Leader in charge of training, Veteran Warrior Chakapu Stonefirm, sincerely praised.
"Chief Divine bless! These Northern able-bodied men, tall and robust, can wear double layers of Bronze Armor, bearing over eighty pounds, charging and fighting in battle! They are weathered, silent, but can follow orders, unafraid of hardship, suffering, and death..."
"Praise the Chief Divine! They are the best Warrior reserves, true seeds for Imperial Guards! Train them, teach them battle and combat skills, fully arm them, and they are the fearsome Warriors!... And if there were an eight thousand men army formed by Northern tribes, then every tribe under heaven, even the Eagle Jaguar War Group of the Alliance might find it hard to resist!"
Scholar Mikki agreed greatly with Stonefirm’s assessment. His wife the Polar Bear, frequently chopped trees while building camp, carrying over three hundred pounds of timber back. And two to three hundred pounds of weighted trekking is almost achievable by all Northern able-bodied men. In the toughest cold and snow, they continually migrate with heavy camp and supplies. And even a piece of wood can be life-saving fuel in winter, never easily discarded.
"Oh Chief Divine! The Gummy People Tribal Group has survived the Chief Divine’s trials in difficult cold lands... They have the rarest population and the strongest physiques, adapting to all hardships of the Far North land, being the most reliable allies of the exploration fleet!"
"Chief Divine bless! We will establish numerous supply settlements in this Far North land and certainly reach the end of the Western Sea! And by that time, endless Kingdom Fleets will finally help all Far North tribes joining the Kingdom break free from the long struggle of cold and hunger completely!"
