Chapter 1017 Chapter One Thousand Seventeen The Singing of the White Crow, Mother Grandmother and the Tomb

"Oh!…"

"Gaowa, what did he sing?"

"Won. To the west, to the west, to the west, the ancestor's, the giant's, the tomb!"

"The tomb of the ancestor giant? What is that?"

"Weng! That's, that's... ah! There are countless giants connected together! It's what you've been looking for, what you want to find, that one!..."

In the boundless deep sea, there is a lonely small island dotted, surrounded by hundreds of miles of waves. The islands have gray-brown volcanoes covered in white snow. There are green shrubs, grasses and moss in the snow, sparse, extending from the edge of the island to the low and high places of the volcano. This place seems to be the end of the world, a barren and dead silence, without any tribes or people, not even sea beasts and birds.

The arrival of the two longships gave this small, dead island a little more life. The hoarse singing of the old guide Crow and White Crow is like the sea breeze blowing from the north for thousands of years, carrying cold, desolation and death!

"Hey Naga!..."

"Lord God! The corpse of the ancestor giant is the island. From east to west, first is the Island of the Goddess, and then the Island of the Goddess. Our current position is between the Island of the Goddess and the 'Mother Island'! To the west, is 'Grandmother's Island', and further west, is 'Giant's Tomb'!…”

The cold wind was blowing, and the setting sun was dim, but the eyes of the knowledgeable Mickey suddenly brightened. He listened carefully to Bai Xiong Gaowa's translation, his face gradually became bright, his whole body became hot, and even his heartbeat suddenly accelerated!

"Ah! Lord God bless! Zuvaro, the mausoleum of countless corpses, is, it is..."

"It's a brand new continent! The new continent predicted by His Majesty is right in the mouth of Unanga's guide, in the not-too-distant west, behind two big islands! Ah! The volcano of the Lord God guides us all the way! And His Majesty inspired us His prophecy also guides us along the way!…”

The exploration captain Zuwaro looked excited and frantic. He looked around, looked at the blood-red sunset, the vast sea, the tiny island, and the two remaining longships... After a while, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind!

"Take a rest tonight! Use snow water to replenish fresh water! Tomorrow morning, we will row west at full speed to find the 'Mother Island' that Unanga calls!..."

The autumn wind is bitter and cold, and the tide rises and falls. The sun is sunny and cloudy, with clouds looming in the north. Under the guidance of the old guide Wu Baiya, everyone in the fleet headed northwest and paddled with all their strength for two days. Finally, on the evening of the second day, everyone saw a small island in the distance.

"This is 'Mother's Child', one of the two small islands to the east of Mother Island. There are no tribes on the two small islands, but there are sea lions and seals that can hunt! It's just that the scale of sea beasts is not large, don't Hunting and killing female beasts! This is the tradition of the tribe..."

Arriving here, the old guide Crow's old face gradually changed from a silent extinct volcano to a lively active volcano. He babbled, sang many, many ballads, told many, many stories, those murmurs that even Baixiong Gaowa couldn't understand. At noon on the third day, the two long boats finally crossed hundreds of miles of sea, passed two berthed islands, and arrived at the snow-capped "Mother Island"!

"Hey Naga! My mother! I'm back! After the spring of five palms, before the death of nine palms!  …"

The old guide Crow White Crow landed on the island, looking at the desolate white and the green that has not yet withered. Tears gradually filled his cloudy old eyes. He lay trembling on the ground, pressing his head against the gray-brown, cold mud, letting the tears and mud mix together, flowing into the place where he was born, and also into the land where his parents and clan were buried.

"Hey, Naga! I'm back! The bones of my father and mother are buried outside the tribe's cave. I want to bury mine there too!... What a pity! The bodies of my elder brothers and younger brothers, buried In the turbulent sea, I will never find it again!  …”

"Lord God! Gaowa, the old white crow is crying and laughing, screaming and howling... what are you talking about?"

"Weng! White Crow said, he... left here at the age of twenty, on the island where he was born. Together with his elder brother and younger brother, according to the tradition of the tribe, he rowed to the eldest daughter island in the east... In the end he was the only one who arrived, joined He left the tribe there and gave birth to a new child... He thought that he would die on the eldest daughter island, but he never thought that there would be a day when he would come back!..."

Hearing this, the knowledgeable man lowered his eyes, his mood fluctuated violently, and he didn't speak for a long time. He knew that the Unanga would venture out to sea to fish and hunt in crude kayaks and canoes. But he couldn't imagine how difficult it would be to paddle such a simple boat across hundreds of miles of ocean and travel between islands!

For the Unanga people, these thousands of miles of ancestral island chains are their bitter cold homes where they have struggled to survive for generations. When the giants of the ancestors died, they turned into islands. Every voyage across the island is to accompany the ancestors of death, to find tribes on other islands, and let the new blood merge with each other! Only with such cross-island intermarriage can the small number of Unanga people continue to be healthy, from the very beginning thousands of years ago to today! …

"The Lord God blesses you! Please Old White Crow lead us to visit the tribe he was born in! We want to know more information about the West, whether it is Giant Island or Mausoleum Continent!..."

The area of ​​Mother Island is only about 150 miles long and 70 to 80 miles wide. There are no towering volcanoes on this island, and there are no warm, non-freezing hot springs. White short mountains covered with snow can be seen everywhere. The well-informed Mickey named this island "Snow Goddess Island".

The climate of Shenxue Maiden Island is even colder. The Unanga tribe on the island is obviously less than that of other big islands. It is estimated that there are only more than 400 people in total. In order to keep warm, most of the tribes here chose to dig caves and live in semi-underground dens in the mountains. They maintain a relatively primitive state of life, their food sources are only fishing and hunting, and their range of activities is only between the two surrounding small islands, and they rarely come into contact with other ethnic groups. They have no hostility and fighting, no concept of an enemy. In fact, their greatest and constant enemy is the harsh and cold climate. In their cognition, the ships coming from the sea represent new and added tribes and people!

Therefore, seeing the arrival of two "giant" longships and the sudden appearance of the "Longship Tribe", the Unanga people on the island were both very surprised and envious, showing obvious kindness!

The fleet stayed on Shenxue Maiden Island for three days and visited two larger tribes. The old guide Crow White Crow has found his tribe of origin, but unfortunately all his relatives have been buried in the earth and sea. In this tribe of nearly one hundred people, no one has lived past the age of forty at this moment...

Crow's younger sister died in the cold winter ten years ago. And his nephew died in fishing three years ago. On this string of desolate islands, the life of the tribal people is so short, there is almost one in a hundred "old men" like Crow and White Crow who are 45 years old!

"Hey Naga! My mother! I'm back! The bones of my parents, sisters and sons are all buried outside the tribe's caves... Hey Naga! I want mine too bones, buried there, with them!"

On the gray and white hills, there is a cold wind that is approaching winter. Standing side by side, Mickey the Great Knower and Zuvalo, the Captain of the Discovery, listened to the singing of the crow again. There was not much sadness in that hoarse singing voice, only the vicissitudes of wind and snow remained, just like his white hair scattered and flying in the cold wind of the extreme north, freezing and frosting.

The knowledgeable Mickey listened patiently for a long time before speaking in a low voice.

"The Lord God is witness! Zuvaro, we have asked several tribes on the island... No one has ever been to the 'Grandmother's Island' in the northwest, and the last time people came from there was two generations ago! It is too far away, It’s too cold, and it only exists in the ballads dictated by the Unanga tribe... I’m afraid it will be very difficult for the longship to find it there!..."

Hearing this, the exploration captain Zuwaro pursed his lips, his eyes became serious, and he said in a deep voice.

"Gaowa, you can ask the white crow. As for Grandma Island, how do you sing it in the local tribe's songs?"

Hearing the question relayed by Baixiong Gaowa, the old guide Wu Baiya raised his head and took a deep look at Zuvaro. Afterwards, he took a deep breath and sang hoarsely.

"Hey Yo Naga! Old Sleeping Grandmother, guarding the Older Sleeping Tomb. White Cold Low Mountains, against the White Mountains of Death! Returning Children, row the ancestral boats, It took seven days and nights to see grandma's face! And the storm at sea would blow them, miss grandma's embrace, sink into the endless sea...or, drift into the tomb of their ancestors, go Never come back!...”