Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1591 - 1130: White Mountain and Red Mountain, Good God and the Evil Serpent

The tribes of the Northern Land have long been accustomed to migration, and the preparations for travel are simple. Two fully armed Kingdom Priests, ten Kingdom's Warriors dressed in Leather Armor carrying bows and axes, accompanied by twenty able-bodied men from the tribe carrying food and Long Spears, form a hunting party from the Great Tribe that no small tribe of the mountain forest would dare to offend.

In the mountains of the Western Sea Coast of the Northern Continent, the forest trees always stand tall and dense. Various species of cedars, maples, and pines seem to compete with each other, growing taller and denser with each patch. Even the roots in the forest can rise above the ankle. Unless equipped with four hooves as adept at jumping as a moose, or arms as agile at climbing as a monkey... otherwise, traveling through such a mountain path is a test and trial left to mankind by the Divine!

"Praise the Great Divine Spirit of Corn!... Oh, Shaman Grand Master as high as the Divine Tree! This mountain road is indeed hard to travel. We should follow the river; the river is much easier to traverse. Along this Long River, let's head east!..."

Though the Wiyot Tribe may not be skilled in hunting, they are still familiar with these mountain forests. Under the guidance of the Wiyot guide Old Raccoon, the group quickly found a river flowing from west to east. And in the dense mountain forests, following the river was the best and most natural passageway!

"The Great Corn Divine governs mankind, the Tree God governs the forests, and the River God oversees the rivers... Around rivers, the power of the Tree God fades. Along rivers, there will be many migrating herds, and the trees will be sparse. The path will be easy to traverse, and food will abound; truly the best path for tribes to migrate!..."

Guide Old Raccoon stammered and rambled on, recounting mountain forest experiences passed down through generations. He could only speak a few simple words in Mexica Language, and spoke the tribal language quickly and urgently, which only the able-bodied men recruited from the tribe could understand, besides the Western Bee Priest.

"Hey! The river is so long, the water so clear, you malicious snake better go swiftly, lest you be crushed by the Great White Mountain!..."

Guide Old Raccoon sang mountain songs to drive away "malicious snakes," indeed an old hand in the mountain forests. He quickly led everyone to find the longest river and took them through the best mountain passageway. In the Wiyot people's mouth, this river with an unknown end was called "Long River in the Woods." As for future Spanish explorers, they named it "Trinity River", "Three-in-One River."

Sunrise and moonset made it difficult to discern day from night in the forest. The group went upstream along the easy river path, heading east. They saw the continuous cedars on both sides and, in the morning dew and evening twilight, encountered herds of deer and flying birds. All were resilient, traveling five to sixty miles in one day, reaching three to four hundred miles in seven days. And when Scholar Mikki observed with interest the grasses, trees, birds, and beasts in the mountains, the easy river path suddenly turned north! 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Oh, Shaman Grand Master as high as the Divine Tree! The river has turned north. Further north upstream, there is a very large lake! From that lake onward is the territory of the Kahosadi Tribe... Oh! You ask their name? They call themselves 'Kahosadi'... meaning 'the tribe that speaks beautifully'..."

"Kahosadi people? The tribe that speaks beautifully?"

Upon hearing such a claim, Scholar Mikki paused and couldn't help but laugh. Unbeknownst to him, these Kahosadi would later be known as Shasta, another nearly extinct tribe.

Currently, these mountain-dwelling hunting tribes are divided into small tribes, numbering only a hundred or two hundred people each. They build low mountain shelters and weave various bamboo baskets and grass baskets. Their most significant characteristic is their ability to mimic bird sounds and sing songs like bird songs.

"Eho! Gugu Waha Oh!..."

"Shaman Grand Master, the speech of the Kahosadi is hard to understand, varying in pitch like birdsong. However, herds gather by the lake, and their hunting camps will likely be near the lakeside, but probably out of our way... Our group is large, all with armed able-bodied men. Their Hunters will keep away..."

Guide Old Raccoon stammered mimicking the few simple greetings of the Kahosadi, saying them as if singing. Clearly, these mountain tribes and the coastal Wiyot people do not share the same language and rarely communicate with each other.

On this dense Western Sea Coast, two groups separated by hundreds of miles are as if divided by mountains and seas and heavens and earth. Thousands of years have passed with each hearing of the other's songs, yet dying without ever interacting until perishing together.

"May the Great Corn Divine Spirit bless us! We continue onward east, through the woods... climbing the very high mountains to the east, on seeing the very high northern mountains, also seeing the lakes east and north... And that red-topped yellow Large Mountain lies by a small lake east, about two or three days away from us!..."

Scholar Mikki nodded before stepping into the eastern mountain forest. The group painstakingly traversed roots and shrubs, climbing one small mountain after another. These woods had no paths, and with no one passing through, they had even less of a path...

"Oh, Chief Divine! The three to four hundred-mile long river can carry iron ore down the river easily using canoes, indeed convenient! However, this section of dozens of miles of mountain road has no solutions; even a single-wheeled cart cannot be used... Only the able-bodied men can carry and transport them!"

Thinking of future ore mining, Scholar Mikki couldn't help but frown, losing interest in the dim mountain forest scenery. Rather, the young Western Bee Priest showed excitement, his eyes wide open. He would turn back to check on a fearless North American raccoon trailing behind. Then he would tiptoe to peek at the distant dim shady grass, searching for the evasive Californian white-tailed deer.

Clearly, the unappetizing, meatless, and aggressive raccoon was not favored by mountain tribes as a prey. On the other hand, the delicious, meaty, and non-resistant deer was always a favored prey among the Hunters!

The mountain path was tough; the group took two days to cross fifty miles of dense forests, reaching the open mountain heights. The vast expanse of mountains and Forest Sea stretched before them, like a long scroll drawn by the Divine!

This green and variegated painting, under the gaze of the Sun God, displayed an effect change of colors in light and shadow, squeezed by the robust Mountain God, forming the high terrains of the mountains. Then, the Goddess of Spring left her clear tears, gathering into few lucid lakes, like white jade embedded in the scroll...

"Oh, Chief Divine! What a beautiful valley! What magnificent forests! What a splendid mountain lake!..."

Scholar Mikki leaned on his Long Spear, standing atop a high rock. His eyes gleamed with a bright light, as if full of joy, suddenly meeting before him and striking into his heart. Uncontrolled laughter blossomed at his lips, bringing forth a simple and pure happiness. Then, he paused, incredulously rubbing his eyes, and reached out to point towards the northern mountains.

"Ah! What is that? What is that?!..."

"Oh, Shaman Grand Master, that is the very high mountain, the Holy Mountain of the Kahosadi people!... You ask what name the mountain goes by?... Oh, it's called 'Uytaahkoo'... meaning 'Great White Mountain'!"

"Uytaahkoo? Great White Mountain?..."

Scholar Mikki gazed at the Divine Mountain soaring into the clouds, savoring the lengthy name, genuinely feeling a sense of sublime divinity. He couldn't help but bow his head reverently, praying toward the northern Divine Mountain.

"Praise the Chief Divine! Uytaahkoo... Mountain of Vizilopo!..."

In actuality, this 4267-meter-high volcano is one of the tallest peaks in California! And atop the mountain, hundreds of meters high, stand eternal snow-covered glaciers, constantly dazzling with pure white light that stirs the soul!

In later times, this awe-inspiring Divine Mountain "Uytaahkoo" was named "Mount Shasta", sharing a name with the surrounding Shasta Tribe. This massive volcano, active for perhaps millions of years, is a real witness proving the frequent geological activity of these mountains and the rich mineral deposits resulting from them!...

"Praise the Chief Divine! Such a sacred snow-capped mountain must be a divine gift bestowed by the Chief Divine!... And the new Great Iron Mountain must also be a blessed favor under the Chief Divine's protection!"

"Ah? What are you saying?... Oh indeed! Whatever the Shaman Grand Master says must be right!... The White Mountain shines with pure white light, the dwelling of the Good God of the White Mountain, very sacred and high, near the northern Big Sweet Lake!... As for the Evil Mountain, where malicious snakes reside, emitting ominous red, flowing dreadful venomous water, it is eternally suppressed by the Good God of the White Mountain... You see, that mountain is located... right by that small Bitter Lake! Right in front of us!..."