Aztec Eternals

"Ouch~ahhh~~um~ouch~~"

The melodious whale song floats on the white and blue sea, like an eternal call from the sea. The singing of this ancient creature is so far-reaching and vast, and so shocking. Even though they are hundreds of miles away, they can be heard clearly.

"Oooh~oh~ah~ouch~"

Seven or eight gigantic big-finned whales gradually surfaced in the whale song. They turn their graceful curves and roll up the waves on the seashore. Hundreds of meters below the sea surface, they heard the singing from the far south, and they also sang, using similar melodies of the children of the ocean, echoing happily and leisurely with the whales far away in the horizon.

In this era, these leisurely whales in the deep sea are the "sons of the ocean" with no natural enemies, the sacred beasts worshiped by the boundless coastal tribes, and the true masters of the deep sea. And the distant whale songs that whales communicate with each other are the fastest and most rapid communication method in this era!

These low-frequency songs, full of emotions and greetings, can travel 1.4 kilometers per second in the endless blue ocean, and can be heard by their peers within 2,000-3,000 kilometers. At this moment, these two groups of whales singing in harmony, one comes from the Whale Harbor where whales gather five thousand miles away, and the other is swimming around the Shenda Whale Harbor. Their joyful duet songs, even though they are five thousand miles apart, are only delayed by one hour!

"Oh! Lord God, Lord Buddha! What a captivating song! It's high-pitched for a while, low for a while, and it never stops... It's really like the singing of a mermaid in the sea, it can penetrate deep into the soul, and seems to lose my soul. gone!…"

The songs of the whales echoed around the verdant whale island, and also enveloped the seaside port and the hundreds of tribes at the port camp. Translator Watanabe Masumi stood on the white-brown beach with his eyes wide open, looking at the figures rising and falling in the sea, and listening to the long and calm songs of those giant beasts.

The parts of these shocking whale songs that can be heard by people are always high-pitched and low-pitched, just like the intertwined peaks and valleys. They describe the calm sea and sing the songs that no one knows. seabed…

"The sun and the moon shine in the eyes, the sea rises and sinks, and the gods appear in the body... This vast East China Sea, just like what is said in the "Kojiki", is the origin of the gods and the earth!... And these The giant beasts in the East China Sea must be the descendants of the gods left in the sea!..."

"Praise the ancient gods! Is this port the island where the East China Sea sharks live? There are so many giant sea beasts around, and there are even totems that worship the giant beasts... Oh! These Jiaoman tribes are actually one They are all so tall, as if they have inherited the bloodline of sea beasts...Ah! This...is this the ancient settlement of the ancient sharks?..."

Translator Watanabe turned around and looked at the kingdom's sacred whale port, at the low, pointed tents erected, and the many dug-out caves and cellars. Two to three hundred tribesmen, about 1.78 meters tall, wearing various shapes of leather robes, with bare legs and feet, were busy in the camp by the sea.

Some of them are repairing fishing canoes, some are polishing flint harpoons, some are drying whitened smoked fish, some are processing bloody deerskin and rabbit skins, and some are on the grass by the river. I don’t know what I’m digging for...

"Ugh! This friendly port village... is really... really... not that far back in time... with a simple style like our ancestors!..."

Translator Watanabe opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the simple Kingdom Port. He racked his brains, and after a while, he came up with the comment that "the ancient times are not far away, and the simple ancestors". Along the way, he originally thought that the villages in Kamchatka's Shanlu tribe were already "simple" enough, but he didn't expect that the Jiaoren villages here would be even more "simple"...

"Watanabe-kun, Watanabe! Come here for dinner! ... God bless you! We docked at the port today. We finally have fresh wild vegetables and full rice crackers! Haha, there is also fresh fish soup! ..."

"Huh? Fish soup? Dagu, haven't you eaten enough fish yet?... We were at the sea, eating smoked fish for almost two months. Now I smell fish, and my stomach is turning like a tide..."

"Ha! This is the fish soup I made, with kelp, chili peppers and spices added! This small bag of chili peppers and some delicious spices I finally got after repairing the bronze armor for the warriors on the ship. The reward!…”

Hearing Otani's boast, translator Watanabe smiled and walked to the campfire. He watched Otani Kengang working skillfully, cooking fish soup in a clay pot, adding some tender kelp and wild vegetables, and carefully adding a pinch of salt, chili pepper and precious spices. Then, Otani looked at the fire, picked up a few bunches of branches next to the fire, wrapped his hands with his sleeves, and pulled off two small roasted potatoes.

"Come on, Watanabe, the fish soup will take a while... These two rice crackers are roasted, you can eat one first!"

"Hey! Otani, I thought you could only make fires and forge iron, but I didn't expect that your cooking skills are not bad at all!"

"Ha! Fire is also used for blacksmithing, and fire is also used for cooking. It's all Kagutsuchi, the God of Fire...Oh no, it's all blessed by the Lord God!...Blessed by the Lord God! To be honest, my cooking skills are probably better than my ironwork skills. The craftsmanship needs to be better... Huh! It's so hot! Hiss!..."

Ohtani smiled and blew the hot potatoes hard. Then, he casually pulled the potato skin a few times and couldn't wait to stuff the potato into his mouth. Even though his teeth hurt from being burned, he was unwilling to spit out the potatoes and instead swallowed them hard.

"Huh! It smells good! It smells so good! ... Watanabe, I haven't eaten such delicious food in two or three months! It's full and sticky, and it tastes like real rice. !…”

Da Gu raised his head, exhaled a breath of hot breath from his throat, and groaned with satisfaction. After wandering on the sea for so long, it is really a pleasure to eat this rice-like grain! As for the rice and millet originally carried on the Zheyang ship, all the rice and millet they carried were confiscated by the Jiaoren warriors. It is said that the Jiaoren tribe has no rice. They want to use the rice to grow food, but they have no way to eat it.

"Hoo! God bless you! If you can't eat rice from your hometown, you can only eat these small, egg-like rice crackers..."

Translator Watanabe took a bite of potatoes and exhaled with satisfaction. Then, he looked at the potato in his hand, which was about the size of an egg, and asked with some confusion.

"Hey! Dagu, are there any fresh rice crackers on the ship? Where did you get these rice crackers? Couldn't they be stolen?..."

"Witness the Lord! Watanabe, what are you talking about? Am I, Otani Kengo, a thief?... This small bag of rice crackers is an iron dagger I made before, which I exchanged from the Jiaoren warriors at the port camp. Coming!…”

"What! As a samurai, you changed your personal dagger just for this bite?..."

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

Otani Kengang's eyes widened, like a cat being poked, and he jumped to scold him. Then, he lowered his head, not looking into Watanabe's eyes, but touched his empty waist and said with some dismay.

"Ahem! The dagger is gone, but it can still be used for shooting in the future. I haven't eaten rice for several months...Besides, these glue-man tribes don't regard us as warriors, just as craftsmen...keep a few What’s the use of a dagger?…”

"Hey! We have been licking blood with our swords and have been warriors for so many years!...But now, among these fierce Jiaoman tribes, everyone has to rely on the skills of craftsmen and translators to survive..."

Hearing this, Masumi Watanabe also sighed. He lowered his head and ate potatoes silently for a while, then suddenly thought of something and asked.

"Da Gu, you just said...are these rice crackers produced on the island here?..."

"Yes! The Jiaoman warrior on the island brought me a bag of newly harvested rice crackers directly from the cellar... Look, in the fields by the river, the dozens of busy tribesmen are growing rice. Guo...hey! Priest Mickey, he is also in that field!..."

"My lord! This place is so far north, even further north than Katsuyama Hall!... The weather here is so cold, how can we grow this kind of strange rice cracker?!..."

Hearing this, Masumi Watanabe was startled, and his eyes suddenly flashed. The rice and millet grown in the wilds of Wakuni have reached their limit by the southern shore of Ezo Land. This is also the reason why the Kazuto settlement is only on the southern shore of Ezo. Because if you go further north, you won’t be able to grow rice or millet.

However, this kind of sticky "rice fruit" is actually so cold-resistant and can grow in such a cold place! If possible, bring the cold-resistant "rice crackers" back to Ezo...

"God bless you! Ogu, are you the priest Mickey, also in the rice cracker field by the river?... Then after finishing the fish soup, I will go and take a look!..."