Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 853 - 474 Exploration of the Kingdom of the Lake, Firestone, Yoeme Tribe, and Divine Mountain_2

Chapter 853: Chapter 474 Exploration of the Kingdom of the Lake, Firestone, Yoeme Tribe, and Divine Mountain_2

The Mayo people’s position is already on the edge of the Great Basin of North America. They have many exchanges with their northern neighbors, and their music style has also been influenced, making it somewhat similar to the various Apache tribes in the basin.

The tribal warriors sang loudly together, with simple and repetitive melodies, and the pitch gradually rising. The desolate and ancient songs floated away among the mountains and wilderness, accompanied by the continuous jumping steps, resembling the galloping buffalo herds on the wilderness, making it unforgettable!

The bonfire burned fiercely, and everyone sang joyously until dawn, without stopping for the entire night. Chiwaco danced all night, his old waist almost breaking in half. It wasn’t until the afternoon of the next day that the fleet replenished some food and water, preparing to move northwest.

Chieftain Kalan personally came to the seaside to bid farewell to the fleet of the Lake Central Tribe. He hadn’t slept all night, yet he was still full of energy. At this moment, he looked at Chiwaco, who was about to leave, and at the sturdy large ships of the Lake Central Tribe. After thinking for a while, he finally made up his mind!

The chieftain, wearing a deer head, waved to the warriors behind him. A young tribal warrior, barefoot and carrying a long spear, took two steps to stand before the old militia and smiled simplemindedly.

"My friend, this is my nephew, Cavado. You can call him ’Mountain Bird.’"

"Ah? My friend, your nephew? Is this...?"

Chiwaco showed a look of surprise. He looked at the young man in front of him, vaguely guessing something.

"Yes, according to our tradition, when we meet close tribes from afar, we exchange the young members of the tribe. My friend, if you continue north, the languages of each tribe will become more and more difficult to understand. As for the Seri people’s language, it is completely different from ours. Although Mountain Bird is young, he understands the languages of many tribes. His mother was taken from the Seri tribe by my elder brother... Take my nephew with you; he will be helpful to you! From now on, he will be a member of your Lake Central Tribe."

"... Thank you, my friend."

Chiwaco pondered for a while, then chose to agree. The fleet indeed needed a local translator to continue north. He nodded sincerely and smiled at the young tribal warrior. Then, he looked at Puap, ordering in a low voice.

"Old Puap, you have to offer a warrior."

In the desolate northern land, exchanging the young members of the tribe between close tribes has long been a tradition for many northern tribes. Behind this tradition, there is probably the purpose of blood exchange to prevent inbreeding.

"... All right!"

Huitu Puap touched his chin and looked at the warriors behind him. He also called over a trusted Prepecha warrior.

"Gray Cat Warrior Putu, you are my kinsman and have not yet married, so stay here! I will leave you with more property. Marry more wives and have more children, and settle down here..."

Gray Cat Warrior Putu looked bitter, glanced at the impoverished Yoreim Tribe, which had nothing but gold, and for a moment, could not speak. However, in this era, the orders of the clan leader could not usually be disobeyed. After a while, he had no choice but to nod reluctantly.

"... All right, Chieftain. I will follow your orders."

"Good! When you have free time from making children, explore the size of the gold and copper mines here. Since there’s gold and copper, His Highness will surely value this place... In a few years, the kingdom will definitely send more people!

"Okay!..."

Both sides exchanged a young warrior, and then parted ways. Chieftain Kalan watched the fleet of the Lake Central Tribe disappear into the vast distant horizon. After a while, he took a deep breath. Then, he smiled, pulled the young Gray Cat Warrior Putu, and announced boldly.

"Gray Cat, let’s go! Haha, the tribe will hold a party tonight. Any girl you fancy will be your wife! If one is not enough, you can choose another one!"

"Ah? This, Deer Head Chieftain... Uh, no, Great Chief Kalan, you..."

"Come on! Since you have joined the tribe, you are now a member of the tribe. First, tell me about the situation of the Lake Central Tribe!... "

The sea and sky stretched endlessly, the water’s color turned desolate, and the route became progressively drier, with no clouds or rain in the sky. The Kingdom Fleet set off from the bay occupied by the Yoreim Tribe. Within just five days, they traveled four to five hundred miles to reach the territory of the Yoeme Tribe.

The Yoeme Tribe is a great tribe with a population of over eight thousand, including several affiliated small tribes, reaching up to ten to twelve thousand people. They control the mouth of the Yaqui River, occupying the rare fertile land along the river, and thus also call themselves the Yaji People. Here, the fleet anchored again, resupplying food and water from nearby tribal villages.

As the most powerful tribe along the coast, the Yoeme Tribe was very wary of the arrival of the Lake Central Tribe’s fleet. On the second day, their chieftain did not appear, but sent several hundred fully armed tribal warriors to inquire about the intentions of the Kingdom Fleet.

The old militia Chiwaco, along with "Mountain Bird" Cavado, met the warrior leader sent by the Yoeme Tribe. He answered frankly.

"We are sent by the Great Chief of the Lake Central Tribe, from the distant south, to seek the Holy Land and the Divine Mountain! We are very good friends with your brother tribe, the Yoreim Tribe!"

"Seeking the Holy Land and the Divine Mountain? The Holy Land in the sea has nothing to do with our Yoeme Tribe. But the Divine Mountain in the northeast is a gift and blessing from the Divine Spirit, the ancestral land of our Yaji ancestors! Outsiders, if you wish to go to the Divine Mountain, you need permission from our tribal chieftain and priest!... As for the Yoreim Tribe, although we share the same ancestors, having emerged from the Divine Mountain, we do not have any intimate relationships with them and they are not our brothers!"

Upon hearing this, "Mountain Bird" Cavado’s face showed a trace of indignation. He blushed, wanting to retort, but held back, standing there sulking.

Hearing this, Chiwaco was stunned. He looked at the expression of the leader opposite, then recalled Chieftain Kalan’s words, gradually gaining some understanding in his heart.

"The relationship between the Yoreim Tribe and the Yoeme Tribe... it’s probably not that simple!... Chieftain Kalan is no simple person..."

"Outsiders! Having reached here, do you still wish to continue north?"

"Yes. I heard that the Holy Land where sea birds gather is further north."

"The Holy Land of the sea birds? Further north?... That would be the land of the Seri people."

The warrior leader of the Yoeme Tribe, wearing a deer head, looked serious. He cautiously examined the attire of the Lake Central Tribe and then noticed the eagle feather crown on Chiwaco’s head.

"What is your relationship with the Seri people, who are further north?"

"Uh?... Our Lake Central Tribe comes from the Divine Mountain in the wilderness, and we do not know any Seri people..."

The old militia pondered for a while, then calmly answered. Similar to the Aztecs, the ancestors of the Prepecha people also came from the northwest wilderness tribes, only arriving at the Mexican Plateau earlier.

"Hmm? You are also a Divine Mountain Tribe?! Tell me some of the ancestors’ legends and let me listen... Indeed, the Divine Mountain is the origin of all wilderness tribes, the center of the vast world. By listening to your language, you should be a tribe that also emerged from the Divine Mountain, and not the same as the despicable Seri people!"

The warrior leader listened carefully for a while, then approvingly nodded. The language of the various Navas from the distant south indeed bore some similarity to those of the coastal tribes in the far northwest, despite a distance of three to four thousand miles. The long history embedded within made people ponder deeply and long, yet without being able to verify it.

"Distant Lake Central Tribe, the flame of the ancestors illuminates us! I am Vice Chief of the Yoeme Tribe, ’Mountain Hawk’ Viejo, since you are also a branch of the Divine Mountain Tribes..."

’Mountain Hawk’ Viejo thought about it and solemnly promised.

"The Divine Mountain is very distant and cannot be allowed for outsiders to enter. Actually, even I have only visited the Divine Mountain once. It is too desolate there; no crops can grow, and no tribes live there, only the vast firestones... The firestones contain Divine Power, and we, the Yaji People, are favored by the Divine Mountain, possessing huge fields of firestones. I can allow you to go to the ancestral firestone field not far north of the tribe to worship!"