Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1842 - 1328: The Stele of the Great Ming Empire, Nuergan Dutong Office! (Part 2)
"Uh! That's impossible!..."
"Why?"
"They can't sustain thousands of warriors! Even if there were such a powerful tribe, bringing thousands of warriors here, they would eventually leave!... Because so many warriors gathered here would simply not survive! There aren't that many animals to hunt in the forest, and they can't live on barnyard grass. There simply aren't enough flood-resistant farmlands here, unless they cut down forests and drain swamps!..."
"Therefore, this vast woodland can only sustain a few hundred tribes! This is the limit allowed by the Heavenly Divine and the Mountain Spirits!..."
Maha Agudah swung the Stone Hammer down hard onto the ground. Then, he looked into Zuwaro's eyes and coldly threatened.
"And with the same number of people, we fear no one! Including you, the Boat-Using Tribe!..."
Zuwaro blinked, pondered for a while, then smiled and asked.
"Maha Agudah, you're here for this patch of Millet Fields and the earthen huts to survive the winter?..."
"Of course! Without these, why would we fight the original tribes here? We've lost quite a few warriors!..."
"Then if the climate gets colder, and even the barnyard grass can't survive, and the earthen huts can't withstand the cold? At that time, will you stay here or will you migrate southward again in search of warmer places?..."
"... A colder climate?..."
Maha Agudah frowned, looking at the gaudy Boat-Using Chieftain wearing feathers, vaguely sensing a hint of the Shaman of the Forest's prophecy. He irritably tugged at his long braid, unsure of what to say.
As part of the "Shengshu Jurchen" tribes in the Northern Dense Forest, they don't have the tradition of the "Shushu Jurchen" tribes of the South in shaving their heads and leaving small braids. They never shave their heads, and their long trailing braids could keep their necks warm in winter...
"Boat-Using Chieftain! Shut your damn mouth! The tribes barely migrated here from the cold northern Lakes, I don't want to move south again! Every migration ends with endless tribal annexation and fighting..."
"Hey! The Southern Tribes' Altar you want to worship is right here! Go ahead yourself! I'm too lazy to go in; it's still full of blood in there, never been cleaned!..."
"I need to find something to eat! That pot of meat porridge smells nice, but it's just such a small pot... Slurp!... Take a look yourself! Anyway, it's right here!"
Zuwaro nodded, watching the Fish-Skin Chieftain leave, then turned around. An unusual "Temple" with an octagonal guard hall stone tower, a tall Grand Hall of the Temple, and a multi-layered pagoda on the side, completely unfolded before his eyes!
"Oh! This kind of octagonal stone tower... it looks a lot like a Japanese lantern! Could it be that the former Southern Great Tribes here and the Japanese Great Tribes both worshiped the same Divine Spirit?"
Zuwaro, with a serious expression, carefully observed the octagonal stone tower and the lotus pedestal beneath it. This seemed to be a mysterious religious symbol, both beautiful and vivid, yet difficult to understand its meaning.
"Hmm... An octagonal tower, a Temple worshiping the lotus? The depiction is quite vivid, and the tribe building this Temple clearly had high craftsmanship skills!... Wow! They managed to build such a tall structure on such a small base?!... Hiss! It's a multi-layered building with a stone base and a wooden roof!..." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
Zuwaro carefully observed for a while, then looked towards the side multi-layered pagoda, showing astonishment on his face.
Those pagodas were narrow and long, and seemed very tall once. Even though they had partially collapsed, they were still as tall as three people! The Alliance also had a Great Temple over seventy meters high, but to support such a height, a base hundreds of meters around was built. With the building techniques of the Highland Tribes, such narrow and long pagodas couldn't possibly be constructed, let alone using wood!...
"What a pity! Most of the intricately carved wooden components of these pagodas have been dismantled... Probably done by the local tribes, using the wood for burning?..."
Zuwaro pondered for a while, sighed with regret, and only then walked towards the center, the collapsed "Temple" Grand Hall. This unknown "Temple Grand Hall" presented an unusual square shape. The roof seemed very high, but had long since collapsed in the wind and rain. The once majestic hall had lost its roof, leaving only the base around it as a hint of its former grandeur.
Perhaps, it wasn't just the trials of weather and time, but also destructive removals by humans. Most of the carved beams and painted rafters, the top halves of the wooden parts, had disappeared. Presumably, they were dismantled by the local tribes to use as firewood. Only the earth-stone foundation and walls, with flaking red lacquer and soot-blackened murals, alongside dark red congealed bloodstains, together narrated the Nirvana of the Dharma-ending Age.
"Oh! There's a fallen statue beside the altar!... Wow! It's so lifelike, the face is exactly the same as a real person! The craftsmanship is truly amazing!..."
Zuwaro lifted his foot, avoiding the dark red blood clots scattered everywhere in the hall, and walked towards the very center of the Temple. There was clearly an altar there, upon which the sacrificial Bones and bloodstains were visible, presumably the one mentioned by the Dog Tribe's Chieftain. But the statue behind the altar had already fallen to the ground. Its body was broken into two, leaving only the lifelike compassionate face, its eyes stained red with the blood of tribal battles, almost as if it were shedding tears of blood...
