The tribes of the north had long since grown used to migration, and preparations for the journey were simple. Two fully armed Kingdom Priests, ten Kingdom Warriors in Leather Armor, carrying bows and axes, plus twenty able-bodied tribesmen and guides bearing provisions and holding long spears—that was a hunting party from a large tribe, one no small mountain-forest tribe would dare offend.
In the mountains along the West Coast of the Northern Continent, the woods were always towering and dense. All sorts of firs, maples, and pines seemed to be competing with one another, each growing taller than the last, each stretch thicker than the next. Even the roots between the trees could rise higher than a man's ankle. Unless one had four hooves like a moose, good at leaping, or two arms like an ape, nimble at climbing... traveling through mountains like these was a test and tempering the gods had left for mankind!
"Praise that great corn spirit!... Lord Shaman, taller than the Divine Tree! This mountain road isn't easy to walk. We follow the river, the river is easy. Follow this long river, go east!..."
Although the Wiyot tribe was not skilled at shooting and hunting, they were still familiar with this mountain forest. Under the guidance of Old Raccoon, the Wiyot guide, everyone soon found a river flowing from west to east. And in the dense mountain forest, following a river was the best and most natural passage!
"The great Corn God governs people, the tree god governs the mountain forests, and the river god controls the rivers... Around a river, the tree god's power fades. Along the river, there will be many migrating herds, and the woods will be sparse. The road is easy to walk, and food is not lacking. It is exactly the