A confession that describes the local war.
Author | Language | Library | Discovery |
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Bronfar | Hausa | Basrah | Avenue Of The Baobabs |
First, we apologize for all the wretched suffering from the war. Your sufferings were never our intention, and Polenta never expected the chaos to last this long. May the holy ancestors guide our people to freedom.
Polenta is seriously injured due to the mistakes of the escorts, and I'm afraid he will no longer be able to command the battles. May the holy ancestors guide our people to
freedom.
The foreign merchants who have been transporting supplies in secret from Qianyong City have also been arrested. They came all the way to Africa, a place far from their homeland, to help us, strangers they had never met, and for that, we are grateful. They showed us that there still are righteous warriors outside the land of the kingdom.
We are seeing more and more patrols. I tried purchasing supplies in the city with a team, but it was too risky as transporting supplies of that volume would attract unwanted attention.
Later, we moved to the center of the island, and the elder found quite some fruits from trees near our hideout.
We should be able to live on those for some time. But I remember similar trees growing near the village in my childhood, which sends rotten smells when their giant flowers bloom, which means that we will be able to eat fruits in a few months. When you crack open their shells, you will find cube-shaped flesh. Mom used to make soup with them...
However, we can't keep staying at the mountain foot as eventually even these fruits will run out. Our only hope is Polenta's wisdom after he wakes up. At that time, we will overcome the obstacles, break through the blockades, and return to the Northwest Continent. May the holy ancestors guide our people to freedom...
Keywords | Translated keywords |
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Returning to the Northwest Continent | Islands of Southeast African |
Qianyong City | Analamanga |
West Side of the Island | Central Toamasina |