Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1479 - 1030: Shamanic Spiritual Descent, the Ancestor’s Interrogation, and the Blood Oath’s Answer!

Chapter 1479: Chapter 1030: Shamanic Spiritual Descent, the Ancestor’s Interrogation, and the Blood Oath’s Answer!

Upon hearing such an astonishing number, Exploration Captain Zuwaro gasped. He had never imagined that those seemingly dull reindeer could roam so far! And what was the old grandmother trying to convey by telling him this?...

"Chieftain of the Sea Tribe, do you know how vast this snowy peninsula where we stand, the place your Great Shaman prophesied about, is from south to north?..."

"Uh... please enlighten me..."

"The guidance of the ancestor leads us! From the southernmost Island Part of the peninsula to the northernmost Rokube, it’s half a month’s journey for the reindeer, which is eighteen hundred li! And within these eighteen hundred li, between the Island Part and the Rokube, lies the territory of our Mountain Part ancestor! It is the reindeer land of the Mountain Part passed down through the generations!..."

"Ah! The territory of the Mountain Part ancestor?... It’s the entire peninsula!..."

Exploration Captain Zuwaro paused slightly, and suddenly realized in his heart! If he remembered correctly, several times, Hunting Team Leader Mukun mentioned the Rokube invading territory from the north and the Island Part raiding territory from the south...

"Respected grandmother, are you hoping for the two tribes to join forces against..."

"Muluke Alashanwa! Chieftain of the Sea Tribe, do not rush."

The old grandmother Mulu Shanmum chuckled, repeating the Shaman’s spell. Then, she kindly looked at Zuwaro, picked up a thick pine branch, and asked again.

"Chieftain of the Sea Tribe, the long winter is an eternal test for all tribes in the snowy plains, year after year, from birth to death!... And the trees of the snowy plains are the fuel for all tribes to survive the winter and are the most precious gift of the Divine Mountain! Do you know how long it takes for this pine branch to grow so thick, so long?"

"Uh..."

Upon hearing this, Exploration Captain Zuwaro’s lips dried, and cold sweat appeared on his back. He had somewhat understood what the grandmother meant, and considering the previous questions... even in the warmth of the tent, he still felt the winter’s bleakness and the chill of blood!...

"Grandmother... Are you trying to say..."

"Muluke Alashanwa! Chieftain of the Sea Tribe, let me tell you... In the cold snowy plains, a pine tree grows only a nail thick and a palm long for each winter and spring!... And this arm-thick pine branch takes six winters and springs to grow! But if used as fuel, it can only make a tribesperson one meal and take a nap... Moreover, the entire peninsula’s pine forest wood, this eighteen hundred li of vast snowy plains can only support what you call ten ’thousand’ people at most!..."

At this point, the old grandmother Mulu Shanmum’s face gradually showed a fierce killing intent. She straightened her spine, forcefully plunged the deer bone magic wand deep into the white deer’s skin rug, piercing the deer’s vital point! Then, she squinted at the sweating Zuwaro, and said each word firmly.

"Muluke Alashanwa! Chieftain of the Sea Tribe, you are a child as clever as a fox, you must understand what I mean...I... this snowy peninsula can only sustain so many herds of reindeer and tribes! And if your Sea Tribe wants to establish itself on the peninsula, you will need food, you will need fuel, you will need your own territory!..."

"The Chief Divine bears witness! Respected grandmother, the survival of our Great Tribe in the Lake is quite different from your Mountain Part!..."

Upon hearing this, Exploration Captain Zuwaro gritted his teeth, resolutely said.

"Our food source is not reindeer nor the snowy plains for pasturing reindeer! We are a sea-based tribe, fishing in the sea to get meat for winter! We are also a farming tribe, planting potatoes on the bayside to harvest food for winter!... So, our Sea Tribe building a port only needs a small piece of land, we will not compete with the Mountain Part for hunting grounds and pastures!..."

"And for winter fuel, we will only need to cut some trees in the first two years... once the support from the Kingdom arrives, we will bring enough firestones!... We can also transport wood from the southern islands... Moreover, in the Divine Revelation of the Sage Your Majesty, the largest Great Island in the southern Island Part is full of continuous firestones that can provide fuel for all tribes on the entire peninsula!..."

"Hmm?!... Fishing? Farming?... Follow-up support? Southern islands’ timber and firestones?... Hmm... Muluke Alashanwa! Let me ask the ancient ancestors, ask the benevolent reindeer and Divine Mountain!..."

After hearing these unexpected words, the old grandmother Mulu Shanmum squinted her eyes, looked deeply at Zuwaro for a moment, and suddenly lowered her head, closed her eyes, mumbled a few words, and then suddenly fell silent, as if she had fallen asleep!

"Ah? Grandmother is going to perform a Shamanic spiritual descent! Shh! Quiet!..."

The tent was silent, everyone was heavy-heartedly waiting for the revered Spiritual Descent, and awaited the decision of the ancestors! This deathlike silence lasted for nearly two-quarters of an hour before Hunting Team Leader Mukun dared to ask softly.

"Mother? Ancestor?..."

"Ha! Muluke Alashanwa! I am the ancestor descended from the Divine Mountain! I am your mother, also the mother of the entire Mountain Part!..."

The old grandmother Mulu Shanmum opened her eyes, showing a piece of intimidating eye white. At this moment, her voice suddenly became loud and hoarse, like the cold wind scrapping rocks of the Divine Mountain!

"Ah! Ah! The ancestor is embodied! Grandmother communicated with spirits!..."

Seeing this obvious sign of Shamanic Spiritual Descent, the tribal huntsmen in the tent showed astonishment and reverence, all bowed down to the most honored ancestor.

"Ah? Chief Divine!... This..."

Zuwaro, seeing those deathly white eyes, trembled in shock. He hesitated for a moment, glanced at the surrounding bowing huntsmen, and then also lay on the skin rug, showing reverence for the unknown Divinity.

"Uh! Praise to you, ancient Jiao People ancestors!... We... our Sea Tribe... are also your lost descendants, heirs of your brothers!..."

"Muluke Alashanwa! The wind and snow of the far north caress all tribes, blowing from ancient times to today, from the Eastern Sea to the Western Sea...The cold of ice and snow condenses into eternal cold stones, like the endless tribal slaughter... The warmth of deer blood beats in vivid hearts, but only shares within the closest tribes..."

"Muluke Alashanwa! Ice and snow or deer blood, slaughter or closeness, there is no middle road to choose...The descendants of the Sea Tribe brothers, are you entering the Mountain Part territory as enemies filled with malice and slaughter, or are you trustworthy allies, fighting side by side?!..." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The old grandmother Mulu Shanmum trembled all over, her eyes white and rolling, screaming out captivating chants. She maintained the stance of ancestor embodiment, staring coldly at Zuwaro, like the oldest polar bear of the Northern Land, roaring out frightful sounds. And the sounds were unusually powerful, unlike human voices, filled with cold threats and trembling Force!

"Witness the pure white sky! I, the Ancestor Spirit of the Mountain Part, descended from the icy Divine Mountain!... Chieftain of the Sea Tribe, tell me your choice, are you an enemy of the Mountain Part, or an ally?!... If you are an enemy, then battle to death with the Mountain Part, deciding the ownership of this territory! And if you are an ally, then fight alongside the Mountain Part, slaying the invading northern Rokube together, sharing their heart’s hot blood!..."

"Ah? Uh! I... Chief Divine bears witness! Sacred Mountain Part Ancestor Spirit... I... we are the Mountain Part’s ally, not enemies... we are allies, not enemies!..."

"Muluke Alashanwa! Very well! Chieftain of the Sea Tribe, you have made a wise choice... Come, swear to me, with a blood oath to answer me!..."

"Chief Divine!... Must... must there be a blood oath?..."

"Muluke Alashanwa! All reliable oaths must be sworn by blood to have binding Mana!... Come, intermingle your blood with ours, with the benevolent deer’s blood, holding the Ancestor Spirit witnessed ceremony!... And inscribe the eternal oath and curse into the souls of the two tribes with enemy’s blood!... Come! Blood oath, slaughter! Right now! Right here!!..."