Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America! Chapter 1337 - 895: The Dreamed Bay, Ruthless Law of the Nor

Pure white Arctic terns, flapping their black-edged white wings, chase after schools of fish in the strait. Black-footed albatrosses, on the other hand, spread their dark gray wings, soaring high above the coastal cliffs. This is north of the 48th parallel, future US-Canadian border, the northwest corner of Washington State, also the whaling grounds of the Maca people.

Old Hunter Whale Sea led a dozen small Maca boats, towing wooden rafts loaded with whale at, around the steep promontory to the tribal camp twenty miles away. anwhile, two longships from the Kingdom were filled with freshly cut whale at, accompanying the Maca fleet southeast to the shore.

Perhaps today’s hunt was ample, perhaps it was out of respect for the fleet’s formidable strength, or perhaps it was out of reverence for the peculiar Shaman Priests on the longships... when it ca to the distribution of spoils of war, the Maca people honored their promise, displaying great generosity.

"Chief Divine! This one giant whale’s at must weigh tens of thousands of pounds! Both ships are filled to the brim, and we haven’t even taken our share yet, we’ve already loaded twenty thousand pounds..."

Scholar Mikki surveyed the flagship, looking at the towering piles of whale at, his face full of astonishnt. Everyone participated in the whale at distribution, estimating a total of twenty tons, with the fleet having taken more than half. Each longship loaded five to six tons of at, two ships totaling eleven to twelve tons, over twenty thousand pounds! He had never seen this much at in his lifeti!

The xican Plateau is densely populated, and all tribes severely lack at. Commoners usually rely on pumpkins and beans as daily food, rarely having at even during holidays. Only trained young Samurai could eat so expensive at with the support of the entire family, ensuring their physical developnt. If this whale at could sohow be transported back to the Kingdom, one wonders how many more strong Samurai could be trained! It’s a pity...

"This whale at needs to be transported back to the camp promptly, imdiately smoked and cured! Otherwise, it won’t take long for it all to spoil!..."

Scholar Mikki contemplated silently, calculating slightly, aware that this whaling harvest was enough for a thousand-mber-sized tribe to eat for a whole month! Of course, the preservation of fresh at is a critical issue; making smoked and cured at is ti-consuming and labor-intensive, and the Maca whaling team cannot stray too far from the camp, nor can they always have such abundant harvests...

In other words, such whaling activities an the Maca hunters of the Whale Tribe can only conduct two or three tis a month. After every hunt, a large number of whaling tools need repair. If they rely on whaling and fishing as their primary food sources, the tribe size would definitely not reach a thousand, likely around five hundred people...

"Chief Divine is witness! A tribe under a thousand mbers... even reaching their camp, there isn’t enough confidence to consu the whale at from two longships and over a hundred Samurai sailors! Hence, it’s safe to go take a look..."

With this thought in mind, the two fleet leaders reached the Maca’s Whale Tribe after half a day’s rowing. It’s a tribal fishing village established on the eastern side of the promontory, within a small bay. On the hillside by the shore, a tall totem pole stood, carved with an abstract, grand Ancestral Whale, featuring a face resembling humans. Next to the totem pole, massive whale bones were piled, seemingly part of a special Sacrificial Rite.

"Ancestor Spirit’s blessing! Ancestral Whale’s blessing! This ti we went to sea, successfully hunting a gray whale!... Haha! This is the largest hunt of the tribe in half a year, and the Ancestors’ most protected one! We’ve encountered trustworthy friends!..."

Old Hunter Whale Sea was excited, loudly announcing the hunting details to the welcoming tribespeople in the village. Seeing the returning fleet laden with catches, the villagers were jubilant, even singing in celebration.

"The Ancestor Spirit in the sea watches over us! It grants us the gifts of the sea. Oh Maca Maca, the na of the sea and whale! Oh Maca Maca!..."

"Chief Divine! Oh Maca Maca! These Maca people are all so tall! Truly born warriors!..."

Exploration Captain Zuwaro squinted his eyes, staring at the able-bodied n in the village, unable to resist licking his lips. These Maca people are genuine fishing and hunting tribes, residing in high-latitude cold regions, primarily eating fish at and fish oil. Their height is around 1.8 ters, taller than the fleet’s Samurai by a whole head. Mikki’s prediction was accurate; this so-called Whale Tribe indeed only numbered around six hundred, just a couple hundred able-bodied n.

"Understanding of cooperation, born sailors and warriors... if they could be subdued and converted to Chief Divine..."

"Ancestor Witness! With the tribes sitting on large ships! Fresh whale at spoils easily! You can give the share of whale at to us for smoking and curing, just need to provide so at to compensate for the tribe’s firewood and salt... if you trust us!..."

Old Hunter Whale Sea arranged the hunters and ca once again before the two "Shamans." He cautiously suggested, representing the entire tribe.

The Maca people live by fishing, with the tribe not large, and their whaling tradition emphasizes tribal unity. Therefore, they haven’t divided into hereditary chieftains. The person who could lead the hunters in whaling would be elected as the Leader during the tribe eting held every several years. Actually, Old Hunter Whale Sea’s other identity is the elected Chieftain of the tribe.