"Boom!!"
The thunderous roar resounded suddenly, blinding flas accompanied by black smoke seed as if the divine had unleashed deathly thunder and fire upon the world! In the terrified eyes of thousands of tribes, the golden long tube spat lethal shrapnel, fiercely striking among the Deer Clan hunters defending the inner camp. Then ca panic, fear, and horrifying screams!
"Ah! Ah ah!.. They’ve summoned the Divine! The divine power killed the chieftain!..."
"Ancestor! How is it possible! The bravest warrior, Luba, guarding the chieftain, was also killed at once!..."
"It’s witchcraft! It’s terrifying Thunder Fire Sorcery! Renlu, the chieftain was shocked to death by witchcraft!..."
At this mont, on the ancient desolate snowfield, on this distant Far North Coast, the Deer Clan and Mountain Part of the Kamchatka Peninsula saw the roar of firearms for the first ti, saw power beyond human capability!
Faced with this terrifying Thunder Fire Sorcery, their faces were full of confusion and fear. Although the divine in their lives did not dominate or control life as in the Central Arican tribes, they too could lower their heads deeply, to express awe towards the powerful shaman and magic artifacts!
"Boom!"
"Damn it! That dancing shaman is still casting spells! Still unleashing thunder fire!"
"Quick, shoot him dead!"
"He’s hiding behind the shield!"
"Boom!"
"Ah! The chieftain’s son has also been killed!..."
"We can’t keep taking hits like this! Charge out, fight them to the end!..."
"Ancestor! How can this be! How can this be! Could it be that the ancestors and all the gods have abandoned us?..."
"Boom!!..."
The tiger squat cannons of the kingdom approached the camp, bombarding four tis in succession, executing the chieftain of the Deer Moss River Tribe, also killing seven or eight gathered hunters. As for those injured by the splattered stone shards, the number was even greater. Under the bombardnt of the tiger squat cannon, the elite of the defending Deer Clan were full of despair, unable to endure any longer!
About ten elite hunters madly charged out from the inner camp, rushing towards the magic artifact that spat thunder fire. Subsequently, they were easily knocked down by the heavily armored warrior sailors. With a face full of divine dignity, Zuwaro stood behind two thick wooden shields and still did not forget to shout.
"The Chief Divine is rciful! Capture them alive!..."
As for the remaining thirty or so elite of the Deer Clan, they all desperately laid down their bow spears and were captured by the kingdom’s warriors who seized the opportunity to rush in. When the Hunting Team Leader Mukun, covered in blood and limping, arrived, he only saw the breached inner camp, the stunned and surrendered Deer Clan hunters, and the still steaming and hot copper tube... and the faces of disbelief and shock of the hunting team leaders, Mulu, Mutu, Mufu, and Mueying.
"Mulu, what happened? I actually heard thunder?!"
"Chief Dog King, it’s... it’s the leader of the Sea Tribe... used the shaman’s spell and magic artifact to summon the terrifying thunder fire!!..."
Hunter Mulu trembled as he recounted the events just witnessed. The Hunting Team Leader Mukun, shocked for a mont, looked at Zuwaro, who wore an expression of solemn divinity, and with a slight tremble, he asked.
"Ah! What?! Zuwaro? You can perform spiritual descent? You are also a Sea Tribe shaman?!..."
"Ahaha! This is the protection of the Supre Main God! It is the power of the Main God! Mukun, have faith in the Main God! As long as you believe in the Main God, you too will have the chance to harness the Main God’s thunder!"
Intense and brief slaughter, lasted only half a day, declaring its end before dusk. The strongest Deer Moss River Tribe on the peninsula, a Great Tribe of nine hundred, was wiped out in this sudden attack amidst wind and snow.
The Deer Moss River Tribe lost nearly two hundred able-bodied n in battle, over two hundred warriors were captured, along with four hundred won and children. Only a few dozen escaped into the snowfields of the north, stepping into the death-laden snowstorm, uncertain how many would survive.
"Mutu, take four teams of Hunters north, search for those fleeing warriors, and guard against reinforcents from other northern Deer Clans!"
"Yes! Captain Sage!"
"Awooo! Awoo!..."
The Hunting Team Leader Mukun imdiately arranged pursuit and vigilance teams heading north. Then, he looked at the seasoned hunter Mulu and started arranging for the most important spoils of war.
"Mulu, take two teams of seasoned old hunters to check out the reindeer herd to the south, they are our most important gain!... The madness of the reindeer should have stopped by now. Count their number carefully! Next, it’s to be distributed according to the contribution of each tribe..."
"Yes! Chief Dog King!"
"Mufu, you’re good at healing injuries, take two teams of our hunters, carefully clean up the battlefield. Collect all usable arrows, weapons, and leather armor. As for those wounded..."
Saying this, the Hunting Team Leader Mukun pondered for a mont, calmly deciding the fate of the captives.
"Ancestor’s blessing! Our people are to be placed in tents, properly treated, and fed so life-saving, warming Luba! As for the Deer Clan’s, those who can walk are also to be tented, but let the Sea Tribe manage them... those who can’t walk or are heavily injured... let them be given a sky burial!"
"Yes! Leader!..."
"Hmm... Mueying, take two teams of hunters, search through the captured n and won... find the children, brothers, uncles and nephews of the Deer Moss chieftain and execute them! As for the other n... this ti, we won’t follow the old rules; the Sea Tribe is willing to exchange the deer herd and captured plunder for those n back... even the old grandmother agrees."
"Oh? Exchange deer herd for n?... Hmm... Yes!..."
Upon hearing his assignnt, Mueying, who hailed from a small tribe, raised his eyebrows. He took a deep look at Zuwaro, then assessed the fierce Armored Warriors of the Sea Tribe and the mysterious golden Magic Artifact. With a mind full of thoughts, he walked indifferently towards the crowd of captives...
"Ancestor, bear witness! Bo, you co with to the Rokube’s tent!"
After arranging everyone, the Hunting Team Leader, Mukun, widened his eyes and carefully looked at his son-in-law, just like the first ti he saw him. Zuwaro slightly raised his head, displaying a composed smile, full of confidence and assurance.
"My son-in-law, in this battle, the Heavy Armored Warriors of the Sea Tribe were outstanding and mighty! Your Magic Artifact was also unexpectedly powerful, very powerful!... With that being said, let’s have a good discussion on how to distribute the captives and spoils of war..."
Snowflakes fluttered down from the silent sky, covering the traces of the charge and slaughter. The red clouds at sunset and the blood flowers blooming in the snow mirrored the sa brilliance as they faded away. The totem of the Deer Moss River Tribe lay overturned in the thick snow, and the previous tent had changed owners. Inside the warm main tent, a bonfire burned, emitting the aroma of roasted venison and the invigorating scent of Luba...
"Chief Divine’s protection! Then it’s settled! Of the 32 teams of captives, our Sea Tribe will take 23 teams!... This includes 15 teams of 300 won and children, 8 teams of 160 able-bodied n, totaling 460 people!..."
"Hmm? Bo, my son-in-law, you calculated quickly, as fast as the old grandmother!... However, you only have over eighty warriors, can you manage so many captives?"
"Haha! Mukun, you underestimate us! We have more people behind us in the Sea Tribe! Besides, once we bring them back to the camp and hold a conversion Blood Oath to the Chief Divine... keeping them in the camp won’t be an issue at all!..."
"Very well then! May the Ancestors protect you!... Given that, of the 8,000 reindeer of the Deer Moss River Tribe, you can only take about 2,000... uh... a few hundred... enough for you to survive the long winter!"
"Indeed! Praise the Chief Divine! The harvest from this battle is truly exhilarating! Hahaha!"
Exploration Captain Zuwaro laughed heartily, drank a pouch full of fresh deer heart blood, feeling deeply satisfied and utterly invigorated! In the cold and harsh Western Sea, without the oversight of Miki the Sage, he felt like a leashed wolfhound that was finally unleashed, savoring the thrill and tang of battle for the first ti!
"Hahaha! The Supre Main God, after all, is a bloodthirsty War God!"
He reminisced about the risks, battles, and gains along the way, shivering with excitent, his eyes slightly reddened. He extended his red tongue, licking the last of the deer blood like the wolf-bodied God of Death in the murals. Then he tossed the water pouch aside and sighed with so dissatisfaction.
"What a pity! Such joy, yet there’s no wine to drink!"
"Wine? Our Mountain Part has brewed deer milk wine... the Rokube’s reindeer are so nurous, they should have so too! Bo, wait here, I’ll go look for it..."
Hunting Team Leader Mukun went out blushing, smiling as he left the tent. He looked at the sa bonfire lit outside, the celebrating Hunters, and laughed happily.
"May the Ancestors protect us! Eat well tonight! Drink well!... and sleep well too!"
"Haha! Listen to the leader!... Sleep well! Sleep with the won of the Rokube!"
"May the Ancestors and Divine Mountain protect us! The pastures and camps of the Deer Moss River Tribe are ours now! Ho ho!"
Perhaps due to a knee injury or perhaps being unable to find the Deer Clan’s milk wine, Mukun took a long ti to return, staggering with two thick ceramic jars in his arms. He laughed loudly, waking the drowsy Zuwaro and handed him a heavy ceramic jar.
"Bo! Son-in-law, drink the wine! Good wine!"
"Hmm? This aroma..."
Exploration Captain Zuwaro rubbed his eyes, watching Mukun open the ceramic jar of wine and take a long "glug glug glug". The alluring fragrance of the wine tickled his nose and made him involuntarily swallow his saliva.
"Oh... Chief Divine!... This wine?... This wine!"
Zuwaro hurriedly opened his ceramic jar, taking a couple of gulps, his eyes widening suddenly! The taste of this wine was indescribable, completely different from any Tequila, ad, pineapple wine, fruit wine, or even Deer Clan’s deer milk wine he had ever tasted. And the strength of this wine seed a notch stronger than the Kingdom’s Rice Wine.
"Mukun, where did this wine co from?..."
"Oh! The Deer Moss Chieftain’s, from the tent. Hic!"
"...I ant, was this brewed by the Rokube? They have such skilled winemakers who can brew such clear and fragrant wine?"
"Hmm... probably not? Whatever Rokube could do, we from the Mountain Part could too! But this wine, I’ve never drunk it before either! Hic!"
On hearing this, Hunting Team Leader Mukun scratched his head in puzzlent. He looked at the Translator Wuhai and gave a few instructions in a deep voice. Wuhai hurried out of the tent and went to the captives of the Rokube. Then, neither of them thought much of it, continuing to drink wine and eat at heartily!
Until Wuhai lifted the tent flap and said sothing in a deep voice. Only then did Zuwaro blink his befuddled eyes in surprise and call out loudly.
"Wuhai, what did you say?... This wine, it was offered to the Deer Moss Chieftain by the northern Rokube?... It ca from a ship, a big ship docked by the sea?!"
"Yes! Right! The captives said this is wine from the north, from the Little Deer Moss Tribe, wine from a big ship! Very good, warming..."
Wuhai nodded earnestly. Then he thought of sothing, blinked, and asked.
"Bo, you are the Sea Tribe’s leader and you have a big ship too... then is that northern big ship from other Sea Tribes?"
"Other Sea Tribes? Northern big ship?"
Zuwaro hesitated for a mont, shaking his head forcefully. Then he carefully examined the sturdy ceramic jar in his hand, looked at the unfamiliar seal made of paper and clay on the ground... After a few breaths, he pursed his lips, stood up abruptly, holding an unfolded piece of thick straw paper with his brows tightly furrowed.
"Chief Divine! This seal for the wine jar is actually... actually made of paper!"
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