Dark clouds piled up, the sky dim and heavy. The weather by the sea changed without warning, and in the blink of an eye, a fine rain was about to fall again. Priest Zuwaro lifted his head and looked at the darkening sky, then put on a wide-brimmed straw hat, hiding the expression on his face.
"The proposal from Chief Kalan of the Yoreme Tribe... the Great Yoeme Tribe."
Recalling that day's conversation, Priest Zuwaro rubbed his chin and wrestled with it for a long while, but in the end he still shook his head.
"The Yaqui's Yome Tribe is a great northern tribe controlling nearly ten thousand people and possessing three thousand warriors. If there aren't enough supplies along the way, how many warriors could the kingdom's fleet transport three or four thousand li away?... Such a bold proposal should be left for His Majesty to decide!"
At this thought, the newly promoted priest's mind drifted far away, and he again remembered what he had seen and heard in the Great Yoeme Tribe.
Relying on the great river upstream to the east, the Yome Tribe carried on flourishing trade with the Oltar city-states in the mountains farther north and the various Makuvi tribes on the edge of the wasteland. The ancestral land of the Oltar City-State Alliance was Red Copper Mountain, which produced large quantities of fine copper materials and copperware. As for the various Yaqui tribes, especially the Yome Tribe, they controlled the Flint Coal Mines everywhere and produced sufficient Bituminous Coal.
It was precisely because of the open-pit coal mines, and the barrier of the northern mountains, that the Yome Tribe did not have to migrate when the cold tide descended and could gradually grow to a scale of ten thousand people. The riverside coastal plain where