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“The origin of these books? Yes, the kingdom has already come across traces of the Daming Han Tribe Alliance… In the vast Black Water Forest Sea, we have discovered the ‘castle ruins’ left by Daming. And the Maha tribe, allied with us, is stationed on a Daming site called ‘Nurgan’…”

“May the Chief God witness, although this Maha tribe only has a few hundred people, their combat power is extremely strong. The tribe's warriors can all draw heavy bows and are excellent archers. They even have charging cavalry! They live by hunting, are exceptionally fierce, and unafraid of death. They use large bows and heavy arrows to hunt, capable of killing an exceptionally large ‘Ocelot’ jaguar in the forest sea, and they also eat raw meat and drink blood…”

“Currently, High Priest Zuwalo has married the Maha chieftain's sister, and the Maha chieftain has also held an ancestor-witnessed conversion ceremony, leading the tribe to convert to the Chief God. Priest Quehuo is preaching in the Maha tribe and is responsible for the logistics of the entire tribe, making the Maha tribe stronger and capturing warriors for the kingdom…”

“Their tribal origins? These forest sea tribes come from the north, and their origins seem complex, without a clear tribal affiliation. They are called ‘raw Jurchens’ by the southern large tribe alliance. Yes! They are like much taller and stronger descendants of the prairie dogs, and they also have large bows and horses, making them a very, very good source of warriors!…”

The night was dim, and the bonfire was bright. The “West Sea Map” of Northeast Asia has been mostly marked, reaching the final “Black Water Forest Sea.” Losanda looked serious, gesturing as he described the raw Jurchen tribes he had seen. Then, he called over two horse herders from the raw Jurchen tribe, had them pull the ten-strength heavy bow, and then had them step back. This display finally aroused the interest of the two High Priests, who solemnly asked.

“Chief God bless! They are indeed amazingly strong, excellent tribal warriors! Losanda, in the Black Water Forest Sea, do these raw Jurchen Chichimecs have large tribes and city-states? How many people are there, and do they have gods they worship?”

Hearing Chimel's question, Losanda scratched his head. This question was obviously beyond his ability to think. After a long while, he hesitated and said.

“Chief God watches! The kingdom's fleet has only penetrated part of the ‘Black Water Forest Sea’ so far, without going to the ‘White Mountain Forest Sea’ in the south, let alone contacting the ‘Daming border.’ But according to the converted raw Jurchen nobles, Daming has an insurmountable ‘Great Wall,’ with tens of thousands of ‘frontier legions,’ which is unimaginable for all the forest sea tribes migrating south, and even more impossible to break through!”

“And the only one who can break through this ‘Great Wall’ is the ‘Mongol Kingdom’ on the western grasslands. Yes, it is the ‘Northern Yuan Tribal Alliance’ mentioned in His Majesty's prophecy. It is said that the war between the Mongols and Daming stretches for four or five thousand miles, with armies of one hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, or three hundred thousand, which is a very terrible and magnificent divine war like the cycle of doomsday! And such a war has been fought by both sides for three 52-year small cycles since more than a hundred years ago.”

“A divine war stretching for four or five thousand miles, with armies of hundreds of thousands fighting each other, lasting for more than a hundred years?!”

Hearing such astonishing numbers, the two High Priests looked at each other, finding it really hard to believe. Chimel pondered for a long while before solemnly instructing.

“The Daming in the south and the Mongols in the west are both so powerful… When you contact them, you must be cautious! Especially Shenhua Taigang, the kingdom's main operating center, has a large amount of gold. Do not expose it easily, lest it attract attacks from these powerful tribal alliances…”

“Yes! High Priest Zuwalo has always been very careful… It is said that although the Daming in the south is powerful, their Confucian priest group firmly suppresses the female snake eunuchs and meritorious nobles, and they rarely launch expeditions of thousands of miles, let alone ‘succession wars’ or ‘external capture of captives’… Currently, with the vast forest sea and the vast sea, separating the kingdom's strongholds from Daming and the Mongols, except for the He people who are in direct contact, we don't need to worry about other powerful southern tribes…”

Losanda tried his best to explain for a while. But as for the complex political structure of the southern Daming, he could only see a part of it through a tube, unable to really see it clearly. However, he could understand the Jurchen tribes in the forest sea relatively well.

“Oh! By the way, to the south of the raw Jurchen's Black Water Forest Sea is the cooked Jurchen's White Mountain Forest Sea. These cooked Jurchen tribes have better weapons and armor, and larger settlements and fortresses, but they are not as fierce as the raw Jurchens. Currently, the fighting between the raw Jurchens and the cooked Jurchens is constantly happening throughout the forest sea. The raw Jurchen tribes surging south are like the prairie dogs driven by the cold wave divine disaster, forcing the already settled cooked Jurchen tribes to migrate further south. And these southern migrating cooked Jurchen tribes are like the Nava prairie dogs who first migrated south four hundred years ago and then settled on the plateau…”

“Chief God bless! That cooked Jurchen noble who converted to the Chief God sought our help under the siege of the ‘savages’ migrating south in the forest sea, and finally chose to convert… This cooked Jurchen noble is very pious, knows a lot, and told many inside stories of the southern large tribes! High Priest Zuwalo is preparing to follow him next year to ‘pay tribute’ to the Daming in the south, to see the reality of the south… And currently, High Priest Zuwalo should be following him, buying horses from the ‘forest people’ of the Mongols in the west… Yes! Buying a lot of horses, buying good horses!…”

“Oh God! Zuwalo is going to directly contact Daming and the Mongols? This, this is too risky…”

“May the Chief God's mercy protect High Priest Zuwalo, just like protecting the beavers nesting in the Great Lake, from being hunted by the dangerous tigers, wolves, eagles, and foxes of the West Sea!…”

Zuwalo's adventure was as always, always on the front line of exploration and development, not at all like a West Sea High Priest. Chimel and Miki were familiar with Zuwalo, and thinking of this “very meritorious” and “unruly” old friend, one couldn't help but shake his head and the other sighed. But after shaking their heads and sighing, they still had to do their best to prepare support for Zuwalo.

“Four large ocean-going ships, three hundred warriors and sailors, three months of food and water, and most importantly, two thousand pounds of gold, will set sail in seven days to provide support!”

Seven days later, at the time of departure, it was already the eighth month of Minghuang. On the coast of Whale Island in August, the midnight sun hung low in the sky, like the distant gaze of the gods. Golden-orange light flowed through the clouds, reflecting an endless glow.

The sky was wide and transparent, with light blue and golden-red blending together, and sometimes the aurora of dawn and dusk would dye it. The sea reflected the long daylight, with a soft silver-blue shimmering below, as if the sleepless world was gently breathing in the dim light. This was a scene completely different from the tropical coast, and it was also the most magnificent and colorful season on the coast of Alaska, a truly suitable day for sailing.

“The wind has taken it away, the song is the god! Ehecatl tōnah, in cuīca in teōtl!”

Whale songs lingered, and blue smoke floated from the temple. In the sacred brazier, tobacco leaves slowly burned, and the blue-gray smoke rose into the air, carrying messages dedicated to the gods. The two High Priests recited the scriptures of prayer one after another, praying for the upcoming departure.

“The supreme Huitzilopochtli, at the peak of the sea, we call upon your divine name! You are the incarnation of the god of war and the sun, and your brilliance protects the world…”

“May the sunlight illuminate the sea, may the waves guide the course. May the wind be a companion, may the travelers be as safe as flowers… May my ship sail steadily upon the waves, and the sunlight never fade! …”

“Praise the Main God, bless and support the fleet! …”

The priests' solemn prayers soothed the souls of the kingdom's warriors and inspired the morale of the people. The four large ocean-going ships heading west also began their final preparations before setting sail. As the stone anchors were raised, the sails were adjusted to the correct angle, and Losanda, the leader of the support team on the bow, faced the long daylight of the southwest and finally issued the order to set sail!

“Ma ī pan ā tl motl ā lia in t ō naltik! May the sun's radiance fall upon the ocean!”

“Ma xihc ā hua! Raise anchor, set sail!”

“M ā t ō te ō ī tech m ā ch ī wa. May the Main God bless! …”

The morning light sprinkled on the sea, the sunlight danced like flowers. The distant sails, bathed in floral wreaths, rode the companionable wind, gradually disappearing into the southwest horizon. The two High Priests rode their horses up the hill, watching the fleet depart until the sails disappeared into the bright blue sea, then finally withdrew their gaze.

“Losanda is gone… He should be able to reach the Western Sea smoothly before October.”

“Yes, may the Main God bless him! Chimel, three days later, I should also lead two ocean-going ships to set off and return to the Lake Kingdom. It's a pity that this voyage was originally intended to visit the Western Continent and see Zuvarro one last time…”

“The Main God is my witness! This is also something that cannot be helped. Bringing the Western Sea artisans and witch doctors, cattle, horses, and poultry back to the kingdom as soon as possible is our top priority!”

“Yes! This is also something that cannot be helped… Thank you, Chimel, may the Main God bless you!”

“Haha! Miki, may the Main God bless you too! Bless you to become one of the youngest Priest Elders! …”

“Ah… Hahahaha! …”

The two High Priests on horseback looked at each other for a moment, and sincere smiles appeared on their faces. Now, with this contribution from the Western Sea, Miki's path to becoming a Priest Elder is clearly a sure thing! As long as these Western Sea artisans and gains are brought back, the Priest Elder Council in the capital, even the most conservative noble priests, will have nothing to say.

“Ahahaha! …”

After Miki laughed heartily for a while, he reluctantly stopped. Then, he reached out and rummaged in the small pouch behind the saddle for a long time, took out an exquisite wooden box, and handed it to Chimel with some heartache.

“Chimel, my friend… This is a gift for you!”

“Oh? What is it? Eh! This is? …”

Chimel opened his eyes wide, opened the exquisite wooden box, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. What was contained in the exquisite wooden box was actually an even more exquisite and gorgeous “silk dress”, the very one that Losanda had given him before!

“Praise the Main God! This is the ‘Western Sea Dress’ that Losanda gave me, and there is only this one… Alas! He is too ignorant. How can such a precious gift only bring one back? Since there is only this one, then naturally it is more appropriate to give it to you! …”

Miki sighed with emotion, the heartache on his face quickly disappeared, leaving only a kind and sincere smile. However, the Lake Kingdom is still in the “Qin and Han” era, and there are not so many twists and turns. Even high-level priests speak more directly.

“How is it? Chimel, do you like this gift?”

“Haha! Of course I like such an exquisite dress! But, Miki, are you really willing to give me this only Western Sea dress?”

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“Ha! I'm actually reluctant. However, compared to this dress, I value our friendship more! Losanda was originally your student, and now he has joined me and handed over the credit to me… I owe you a big favor! This dress is nothing at all. If I can be promoted to Priest Elder in the future… If you need any help, just send me a letter, and I will definitely do it for you! …”

Miki pressed his hand to his heart and gave a vow-like promise. Chimel was stunned for a moment, a happy smile appeared on his face, and he also responded with a vow. He understood in his heart that this gift must be accepted, and refusing would offend the other party. And this silk dress, after going around and around, finally fell into his hands, what an unpredictable fate!

“Okay! Praise the Main God! Miki, you are my trusted friend, loyal and devoted to the kingdom… In the letter to His Majesty, I will definitely write about your achievements and support you in securing the position of Priest Elder! Our maritime lineage, united from top to bottom, needs you to sit in the royal priest group and provide long-term assistance!”

“That's right! The maritime lineage, united from top to bottom! His Majesty's divine revelation, the Main God will always bless us, from one era to another new era! …”

“Hahahaha! A new era! …”

Under the long daylight, hearty and cheerful laughter echoed on the coast of Alaska, until it floated across the endless ocean, floating to a place tens of thousands of miles away. In the Blackwater Forest Sea, a tall chieftain wearing a golden amulet suddenly frowned and listened intently.

“Shh! Silence! Silence the horses! I seem to hear something? … Zu, use your magic weapon to look at the southwest side. Yes! It's the southwest side!”

“Elun, Hei Yade! Prepare for battle, put on your armor, and draw your weapons!”

“Clang…”

The low-pitched order was passed down, and more than a hundred Jurchen warriors and kingdom warriors quietly drew their iron weapons and put on the iron armor carried on the horses' backs. The High Priest Zuvarro, wearing a feather crown, held a meter-long Divine Eye Mirror and looked at the southwest for a long time, suddenly his expression became solemn and he said in a deep voice.

“The Main God bless! I saw it, there is a hunting team of thirty to forty people, just at the foot of the mountain in the southwest, about five or six miles away!”

“Zu! Five or six miles away? Are you sure there are thirty to forty people? Are they all men? …”

“Yes! They are all men, thirty, thirty-four! They didn't notice and are approaching us. Eight of them are leading horses, and six are leading dogs. Their weapons seem to be reflecting light, they may be iron spears and iron knives! …”

“Horses and iron spears?! There must be a settled tribe nearby, at least a hundred people in size!”

Chieftain Maha Agudai narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous look, and looked towards the mountains in the southwest. The Niu Man River (Your Man River) flows under the mountain, nourishing the long grass by the river and attracting herds of prey. Zuvarro used the Divine Eye Mirror to spy for a while, and pondered to Ali beside him.

“Ali! The ironware of the opposite tribe doesn't seem to be made by themselves, it is likely to be left over from the Great Ming Dynasty. Are there any records of large tribes nearby? Such as any conferred guard posts? …”

“Ancestors! We have already set out from Nurgan, along the Hen Gu River and then to the Niu Man River, traveling 1,500 miles, and we should have passed the Duo Er Bi River Guard… Could the guard post by the Niu Man River be the Tu Lu Ting Mountain Guard? But didn't the Tu Lu Ting Mountain Guard disappear long ago? …”

Ali frowned, unable to figure out the reason. Maha Agudai was very straightforward, carrying a newly made wolf-toothed club, and said coldly.

“Du Linbai, Tu Qifei! Zu, don't think about it. Treat them as enemies, eat them!”

“Great Spirit bless! Since we discovered them first and have the advantage, then just eat them! After capturing the prisoners, we can ask where their camp is, and we can also get information about the surrounding area… We can't leave this bone on our way back. We still have to bring back the horse team we bought!”

Hearing this, Zuvarro was silent for a moment, smelling the humid and fishy forest smell. The surrounding kingdom warriors were all looking at him, the iron spears in their hands were coated with mud, concealing the cold light. Outside the iron armor that had already been put on, a layer of loose leather robes was put on, silencing the armor and reflecting light. Everyone looked fierce, holding their weapons and waiting. After a few breaths, Zuvarro finally glared and clenched his palm hard.

“Okay! Agudai, then we will divide into two teams and go ambush and hunt… No matter which guard post it is, eat them in one bite!”

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