The mural depicts a man whose stick is shorter than that of any other tribe; he is from heaven and wields thunder.
All the indigenous people, whether from the Blue Tribe or the Red Tribe, would prostrate themselves in worship when they saw him.
This person is also their only hope to lead their tribe out of their predicament.
I've always maintained a neutral attitude towards divination, feeling that such things are still somewhat mysterious.
But I feel that the person making the prophecy in the picture is very likely me, the short stick is probably the shotgun in my hand, and the thunder is the loud gunshot.
No wonder they looked at me with such reverence after I demonstrated the power of the shotgun to these natives, and even invited me to come to their tribe.
I suppose this is related to seeing these murals and the high priest's teachings; now, in their eyes, I am the one from heaven who has come to save them.
Although it all seems a bit melodramatic and absurd, it's related to my safety.
These natives are not bad people; you can tell from the fact that when we first met, they did not attack me despite having a numerical advantage.
Moreover, they maintain a sense of awe towards the creatures of nature and are not bullies or violent killers.
But Hanu, whom these natives call a demon, must be even more ferocious than the Sand Beast. I certainly won't gain the upper hand against these guys alone; only by working with these natives to solve the problem can we find peace.
Next, I started working with these natives to build those earthen walls.
With my suggestions, the earthen wall was tamped with a wooden mallet and then baked by a large fire, making it even stronger and more solid.
We have been here for some time now, but ever since we learned that Hanu's forces were likely located in that sinkhole near us, the high priest has not sent anyone back to check on the original tribe.
Later I learned that the reason we didn't go back was because the high priest knew about his agreement with the Blue Clan tribe, and that he could no longer shirk his responsibilities.
As I mentioned before, a large part of the reason they didn't choose this place as their base was because they were afraid that the Hanu would come and ambush them.
The high priest dared not risk everyone's safety, so he chose to find another place as the tribe's settlement.
After I appeared, they all agreed with my abilities. So, after some consideration, the High Priest decided to take on the mission of his people and wipe out all the demons.
During this time, the young indigenous people stayed with me, and every day, besides working together, they would ask me for advice and learn Chinese.
I never imagined that I, who had always had mediocre grades, would one day become a teacher, and teach a local indigenous person.
The young indigenous people are very smart, and their learning speed is at the level of academic superstars.
He mastered all the syllables of Chinese and the use of pinyin in less than half a month. If this were in our country, he would definitely be a top student and get into Tsinghua or Peking University without taking the entrance exam.
However, this is also closely related to the current situation and the desperate efforts of the young indigenous people.
They urgently need to communicate with me normally, so the young indigenous people have become the bridge between us.
A month later, the young indigenous man had become fluent in some everyday Chinese phrases. With the help of gestures, he could understand most of what I said.
That day was the first time I learned that this dark-skinned young man was actually three years younger than me, only about seventeen or eighteen years old.
However, this is not our safe and secure world. They face life-threatening risks from birth, so the years have weathered their once youthful faces.
That day I also learned the name of this young native—Dante.
I deduced the name from its pronunciation; Dante also asked for my name, and I told him the same.
However, his pronunciation is still a bit awkward, so Dante still prefers to call me I. I don't mind, at least everyone can address me that way from now on.
From Dante, I learned that their tribe was called Mila, and they were all brave Mila warriors.
He heard from the high priest that the tribe in the west was called the Asedar, and that they were intelligent Asedar warriors.
The Mira tribe learned many of their techniques from the Asada people, including using Armillaria mellea to make glow sticks for lighting. The two tribes have a very friendly relationship, like brothers.
Then Dante smiled and said to me, "We can be like brothers too."
I smiled and nodded to Dante, unsure whether to agree or not. I couldn't deny that I didn't dislike these friendly natives.
After Dante learned the basics of Chinese grammar, his favorite thing to do every day was to chat with me.
I was also happy to talk to this Black friend. Before, Top and I could only communicate with simple gestures, but now we were actually having a conversation in our own language.
Thanks to Dante and my extensive oral practice, he progressed rapidly, his pronunciation became increasingly standard, and he could now speak some simple sentences fluently.
Today was another rainy day, and because it's the rainy season, the construction of the earthen wall has slowed down considerably. The river's water level has also risen significantly again.
A cliff that was originally more than 20 meters above the riverbank has been submerged by the flood. Fortunately, the river is wide enough to accommodate so many tributaries and still ensure that the nearby mountains are not eroded by the flood.
However, some potatoes we planted not far from the riverbank were destroyed. We thought the floodwaters wouldn't rise to the 20-meter-high cliff.
However, we underestimated the power of nature. Even the high priest, who had spent most of his life working in this field, was mistaken. This was a once-in-a-decade flood.
Fortunately, the planting area on that plot of land was not large, so we cut our losses in time and moved the remaining potato seedlings to the gentle slopes of the higher mountain area.
Everyone was sitting in the cave, bored and with nothing to do. I decided to use some clam shells and bamboo I had collected to make a wild "flashlight" that could focus light and shine further.
These "flashlights" were something I made in advance, just in case, because judging from the high priest's tone, we are very likely to be going through a large-scale battle.
Therefore, it is especially important to make a few lighting tools that can provide wider illumination and longer range at night.
With long-range beam illumination, it can largely prevent the enemy from launching a sneak attack at night.
The locals are watching me tinker with these things with great curiosity, completely unaware of the immense usefulness these flashlights I'm making will play.
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