Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1570 - 1110: Resonant Whale Songs and Cold-Resistant Potato Rice Balls

"Aow~ aah~~ oom~ aow aow~~"

The melodious whale song floated over the white-blue shimmering sea surface, like an eternal call from the ocean. The singing of these ancient creatures was so distant and vast, yet so awe-inspiring. Even hundreds of miles away, it could be heard clearly.

"Oom~ woah woah~ ah~ aow aow~"

Seven or eight massive humpback whales gradually surfaced in the whale song. They turned gracefully with arched bodies and rolled up waves by the sea. From several hundred meters below the surface, they heard the song from the distant south and began to sing loudly, using the similar melodies of the children of the ocean to joyfully and leisurely respond to the distant whale pod at the horizon.

In this era, these relaxed and free whale pods in the deep sea had no natural enemies and were the "children of the ocean," revered as divine beasts by the boundless coastal tribes, and true rulers of the ocean depths. The long, distant whale songs they exchanged were also the fastest and most efficient means of communication of this era!

These low-frequency songs filled with emotions and greetings could travel 1.4 kilometers per second across the endless blue sea, and could be heard by their kind within a range of 2000-3000 kilometers. Right now, among these two whale pods singing and responding to each other, one was from Whale Harbor five thousand miles away, and the other was swimming around the Divine Great Whale Port. Their joyous duets had only an hour's delay despite the five thousand miles that separated them!

"Oh! Chief Divine, Buddha! Such an enthralling song! At times high, at times low, never ceasing...it's like the chanting of merfolk in the ocean, able to penetrate the soul, as if my very soul has been enchanted away!..." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The song of the whales reverberated around the verdant Great Whale Island, enveloped the coastal ports and the hundreds of tribes around the port campsite. Translator Watanabe Masumi stood wide-eyed on the white and brown sand, gazing at the silhouettes rising and falling in the sea and listening to the prolonged and unrestrained songs of these giant beasts.

The awe-inspiring whale song, the parts humans could hear, was a series of high-pitched, ear-catching sounds, followed by deep, melodious tones, like intertwining peaks and valleys, describing both the serene calm of the sea's surface and the unknown realms beneath the sea...

"Moving between the obscure and visible, the sun and moon are apparent to the eyes, floating and sinking in the seawater, the deities manifest for purification...This vast and boundless Eastern Sea, as said in the Records of Ancient Matters, is perhaps the origin of All Gods and the earth!...And these giant beasts in the Eastern Sea must be, surely, the descendants left behind in the sea by All Gods!..."

"Praise the ancient All Gods! Is this port the island where the merfolk of the Eastern Sea reside? There are so many giant beasts of the sea around, and even totems worshipping giant beasts...Oh! These Gummy People Tribal Groups, every one of them is so tall, as if inheriting the bloodline of sea beasts...Ah! This...is this the ancient settlement of the merfolk of ancient times?..."

Translator Watanabe turned around to look at the Kingdom's Divine Great Whale Port, at the low, upright pointed tents and numerous pit houses and cellars they had dug. Two to three hundred tribespeople, each about 1.78 meters tall, were clad in various forms of fur robes, with bare calves and feet, busily engaged in the campsite by the sea.

Some were repairing fishing canoes, others were sharpening flint harpoons, some were airing out pale smoked fish, some were processing bloodied deer and rabbit skins, while some were in the riverside meadows, digging for something unknown...

"Uh! This port village of the Gummy People...is truly...truly...not far from ancient times...possessing the simple features of the forebears!..."

Translator Watanabe widened his eyes, staring dazedly at the simplistic Kingdom Port. He racked his brains, and after a long time, came up with the appraisal "not far from ancient times, simple forebears." Throughout his journey, he initially thought the villages of the Kamchatka mountain deer tribes were already simple enough, but he hadn't expected the Gummy People villages here to be even more "simple" by a wide margin...

"Watanabe-kun, Watanabe! Come over and eat!...Chief Divine's blessing! Today we docked at the port, so finally there's fresh wild vegetables and filling rice cakes! Haha, and there's fresh fish soup too!"

"Ha? Fish soup? Otani, aren't you tired of eating fish yet?...We've been gnawing on smoked fish at sea for nearly two months. Now whenever I smell fish, my stomach churns like the sea tide..."

"Ha! But this is fish soup I made, with added seaweed, chili, and spices! This small bag of chilis and some tasty spices I don't even know, I got them as a reward after I repaired the bronze armor for the warriors on the ship!"

Listening to Otani's boasting, translator Watanabe chuckled and walked to the campfire at the campsite. He watched Otani Takegou skillfully busying himself, cooking the fish soup in a clay pot, adding some tender seaweed and wild vegetables, and carefully sprinkling a pinch of salt, chili, and rare spices. Then, after checking the heat, Otani first took a couple of baked little potatoes off a few skewers and passed them to Watanabe, using his sleeve to wrap his hands.

"Here, Watanabe, the fish soup will take a bit longer...these two rice cakes are done roasting, have one first!"

"Oh! Otani, I thought you only knew how to make fire and work metal, but it turns out your cooking skills aren't bad at all!"

"Ha! Blacksmithing uses fire, cooking uses fire, it's all under the protection of the Fire God Kagutsuchi... Oh no, it's all under the protection of the Chief Divine!... Chief Divine's blessing! Honestly, my cooking skills are probably even better than my blacksmithing skills... Whew! Hot! Ouch!..."

Otani Takegou chuckled, vigorously blowing on the hot little potato. Then, he casually peeled the potato skin and impatiently stuffed the potato into his mouth. Even though his teeth ached from the heat, he couldn't bear to spit the potato out, instead swallowing it down forcefully.

"Whew! Fragrant! Really fragrant!... Watanabe, I haven't tasted such delicious food in two or three months! This stuffed, sticky feeling, is like real rice when you eat it!..."

Otani tilted his head, exhaling a warm breath from his throat, and let out a satisfied moan. Having drifted at sea for so long, being able to eat such rice-like grains was truly a genuine pleasure! As for the rice they originally brought on the Ocean Shielding Ship, it was all confiscated by the Jiao People Warriors. It's said that the Jiao People Tribal Group doesn't have rice, and they want to use the rice for planting some grains, yet not a bit can be eaten.

"Whew! Chief Divine's protection! Not able to eat the rice from my homeland, I'm left with only these small, egg-like rice fruits..."

Translator Watanabe took a bite of potato and also let out a satisfied breath. Then he looked at the egg-sized potato in his hand, somewhat puzzled and asked.

"Hey! Otani, are there any fresh rice fruits left on the ship? Where did you get these rice fruits? You didn't steal them, did you?..."

"Chief Divine witness! Watanabe, what nonsense are you talking about? Do I, Otani Takegou, look like a thief?... This small bag of rice fruit, I exchanged for them with a previously forged Iron Dagger from the Jiao People Warriors at the port camp!..."

"What! As a Samurai, you traded your personal dagger just for this bite of food?..."

"Damn it! Watanabe, if you don't want to eat, just don't!..."

Otani Takegou glared with wide eyes, like a poked cat, and shouted a word in frustration. Then he lowered his head, without looking into Watanabe's eyes, merely touched his empty waist, somewhat dejectedly saying.

"Ahem! The dagger is gone, but it can be forged again later. I haven't eaten rice for several months... Besides, these Jiao People Tribes didn't regard us as Samurai, just using us as Craftsmen... What's the use of keeping one or two daggers?"

"Ah! We've been licking the blood on the blade, being Samurai for so many years! But now, in these fierce Jiao People Tribes, everyone has to rely on craftsmanship and translation skills to barely settle down..."

Listening to this, Watanabe Masumi also sighed. He lowered his head, silently gnawed on the potato for a while, suddenly thought of something, and asked.

"Otani, you just said... Are these rice fruits produced on the island here?..."

"Yes! The Jiao People Warriors on the island directly took a bag of newly harvested rice fruits from the cellar and gave them to me... Look, across the fields by the river, those dozens of busy tribespeople are planting rice fruits... Hey! Shrine Priest Miki is also in that field!"

"Chief Divine! Such a northerly place, even further north than Victory Mountain Manor! The weather here is so cold, yet this kind of peculiar rice fruit can still be planted?!"

Hearing this, Watanabe Masumi was surprised, his eyes suddenly flickered. The rice grown in Wa Country's rural areas, once reaching the southern shore of Ezo land, was already at the limit. That's also why Wa People settlements were only on the southern shore of Ezo land. Because if it's any further north, whether it's rice or millet, it simply couldn't be grown.

However, this Jiao People's "rice fruit," it's so cold-resistant that it can grow in such a frigid place! If they could bring the cold-resistant "rice fruit" back to Ezo land...

"Chief Divine's protection! Otani, is Priest Miki also in the rice fruit fields by the river?... After finishing the fish soup, I'll go and take a look too!"