Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America! Chapter 1330 - 890: The North American Continent’s Second Li

Sailing on the desolate and difficult sea, encountering wonders and "God’s ons" is a rare and uplifting thing. Neither Exploration Captain Zuwaro nor Scholar Mikki would miss the opportunity to boost the morale of the fleet!

Having explored such a distant distance, the fleet is nearly ten thousand miles away from the Kingdom. The vast oceans of the North and South make the great ships drift like duckweed. Only the call of the Divine and the mission of faith can make everyone fearless to continue forward!

"Chief Divine’s protection! This is His miracle and His enlightennt! His hand points north, and our exploration is destined to be successful!"

Soon, four longships docked on the beach. Led by the Priests, two hundred crew mbers, while watching the golden sunset slowly descend behind the Subordinate God’s Peak, devoutly prayed aloud!

"Praise Chief Divine, for descending miracles! Chief Divine protects the fleet! The exploration is bound to succeed!"

The golden radiance enveloped the majestic Subordinate God’s Peak, forming a circle of splendid, dazzling golden halo. Everyone watched this miraculous scene in awe, so even shedding tears of reverence. And soon, the golden radiance gradually turned red, like a red Kingdom, as if it was the promise of Chief Divine.

"This is Chief Divine’s will! Continue northward! Fearless advance! And all the Warriors who died during exploration will ascend to the red Kingdom, forever enjoying beautiful Anning!..."

After resting overnight on the gray-brown beach, everyone saw the morning sun in the East again. The location of Subordinate God’s Peak is in future Pacific City, but its na in later tis is Haystack Rock.

Setting off from Subordinate God’s Peak, heading north for over a hundred miles, is Tillamook Bay, where the Tillamook tribe gathers. Following local tribal fishing boats, the fleet entered this Lagoon bay extending thirty or forty miles and encountered the great tribe, Timo Tribe. In the local tribal language, "Tillamook" ans "people of the land" or "people".

Four longships docked at the great Timo Tribe, where they saw a stretch of square houses, different in form from surrounding tribes but equally low, thick-walled, used to resist wind and cold. The Timo Tribe has about a thousand people, barely qualifying as a great tribe. The tribe mainly fishes and hunts, also gathers berries and acorns, and plants a little bit of beans.

"Nawi x̣awánay? Which tribe are you from?"

"...Chief Divine protects! We are friends!"

Scholar Mikki widened his eyes, facing the tribal Hunter asking questions, and the scene was quite awkward.

The fleet faced the sa language barrier here again. The Tillamook people spoke Chinook language, mainly the language of Northwest Oregon’s river upper tribes, which was entirely different from coastal tribe translations.

Both sides gestured and communicated with difficulty for a long ti. The fleet offered so cloth, indicating friendship. And the Female Chief Tila of Timo Tribe gave acorn cakes and wolf skins as gifts in return.

The Tillamook tribe is entirely matriarchal, with female elders as the family heads. The Female Chief Tila, in her fifties, is the tribe’s grandmother and a singer of tribal epics. From the three or four husbands behind her, seven or eight chieftain sons and daughters, and twenty or so chieftain grandsons and granddaughters, it was clear the long-lived grandmother had a firm influence in the tribe.

"Uh... An ancient matriarchal society... While this is a good bay, it’s entirely unsuitable for establishing a port..."

Seeing the Tillamook tribe’s structure, Exploration Captain Zuwaro rubbed his eyebrows in distress. In such a matriarchal society, it’s not n marrying won, but won marrying n. If a fleet crew were left here, instead of absorbing the tribe’s won, they would be absorbed by this thousand-strong great tribe.

"Chief Divine’s protection! The Tillamook people pointed north, gestured many tis towards the river, and then towards the vast sky? What do they an? Hmm, let’s continue north, and see what we find!"

The four longships sailed northward again from Tillamook Bay, and after traveling two hundred miles, they turned a promontory and saw an unbelievably wide Great River! The fleet asured simply, and the river’s width was an astonishing 12 miles!

"Chief Divine! Such a wide Great River! Such turbulent Water! We traveled ten thousand miles and encountered it for the first ti!"

Scholar Mikki, standing at the prow, looked at the slightly turbid Rivermouth impacted by the rushing Great River, his face full of shock. Just a slight navigation experience could envision such a river’s flow and width traversing an extensive basin, gathering nurous upstream tributaries, forming such a grand Rivermouth scene!

In fact, this rushing Great River is the fourth longest in North Arica, the Colombia River! It originates from Northeast Rocky Mountains and anders over four thousand miles before flowing into the Pacific Ocean’s Rivermouth. In the Northwest, among hundreds of thousands of tribespeople, this long Great River is truly the mother river, the second lifeline encountered by the Kingdom in the North Arican continent!

"Chief Divine’s protection! Such abundant Water in this Great River, flooding onto the endless marshes and lagoons along the Rivermouth’s shore..."

Exploration Captain Zuwaro looked toward both banks, seeing only the Waterbed’s mudflats and dense tall Luwei. He searched montarily but saw no apparent villages, only a hint of smoke rising deep into the Southside riverbank.

"Mikki, do you think there will be any great tribes in this area?"

"Zuwaro, this river marsh terrain is impossible for farming or hunting. And with such swift Waterflow, it would be dangerous for tribespeople’s small boats for fishing..."

Scholar Mikki pondered for a mont and made a judgnt.

"I think it’s unlikely to encounter large tribes within the dozens of miles of this Rivermouth! However, the upper reaches of this river might extend far, possibly housing many along-the-way tribes, making it a golden route for tribal trade!..."

"Haha! Gold is worthless in the Northern Land. The real currency here is food, cloth, and salt."

Exploration Captain Zuwaro laughed heartily, pointed toward the smoke rising from the South, and said with a smile.

"As for the number and size of tribes here... we’ll know once we get there and see!"

Hearing this, Scholar Mikki smiled knowingly and nodded. Then, stroking his chin, he earnestly asked.

"Zuwaro, if there’s no significant tribe here... are you thinking of establishing another port here?"

"Indeed! Mikki, you understand my thoughts!"

Zuwaro’s expression beca solemn, nodding earnestly.

"Chief Divine witness! This location is eight hundred miles from the South Port established within the Kus territory! At such a distance, it’s about ti to set another supply port..."

At this, Zuwaro furrowed his brows, visibly troubled.

"There’s just one thing... that’s causing so headache!..."

"Ah? Chief Divine’s protection! What is it?"

"Hmm... I’ve observed around; the smoke direction is on the river’s south bank. The terrain there is relatively flat and has branching small rivers... I want to establish the port there!"

Upon hearing this, Scholar Mikki looked at the nearby south bank, gazing around the marshes and forest wilds briefly. He saw the marshlands forming natural protection and a calm branch of a river flowing through a slightly dry plain and hill... Seeing such terrain, he affird with agreent.

"There’s a river, plains, and highlands! Initial stages don’t require marsh reclamation; the along-river land is sufficient! Excellent, Zuwaro, the south bank here is a very suitable port!... Are there any other issues?"

"Uh!... There’s a minor issue..."

Exploration Captain Zuwaro smiled awkwardly. He rubbed his face, speaking softly.

"Chief Divine witness! Although the port is on the south bank, I want to call it ’North Port’!"