Aztec Eternals Chapter 682

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The Caribbean Sea in May is like a willful wild god, showing its wild side at will. The wind howled. Blowing across the sky; dark clouds piled high on the sea; thunder blasted and fell between the boats; the waves rose like mountains! This storm in the sky is the free dance of the wild god, who never cares about the life and death of mortals.

However, when the supreme Lord God showed his majesty, stretched out his invisible palm, and took away the drowsiness that covered the sky, the Arrogant God bowed his head and admitted his mistake. The storm in the sky dissipated in an instant! However, after a few moments of effort, the bright sun fell from the blue sky, reflecting the waves on the calm sea, and also illuminating the shells on the beach.

"Ah, this **** god, you are really blind! It was black and numb just now, like an abyss in the ground, but now it is open and translucent, like a kingdom of God... Ha! This is using the fleet as a toy, Tossing around at sea, you are really blind!"

The old militiaman Chiwako opened his eyes wide, looking at the clear sky with the clouds dissipating, his mouth closed in surprise. After a while, he looked up at the sky and cursed angrily, venting the fear that had accumulated for a long time in the terrible storm.

"You are blind! You bastard! Toss and toss! I am full of anger and all of my energy, and I have been tossed away by you! You are really blind!"

"Ah! Praise the Lord God, she has watched us and has withstood her test! She gracefully bestows light, guides us, and bears witness to the brilliance of divine revelation!"

More than ten steps away, Tomat, the priest of the main god, knelt on the ground and kissed the sun amulet in his hand. After a few breaths, he raised his head, closed his eyes, and prayed to the sun in the sky, his eyes filled with excitement.

Not far behind Priest Tomat, also knelt a group of praying warriors and sailors. The ash-soil Puapu was kneeling at the front, exhausted, half-paralyzed on the beach, like a bun that had been pecked by birds. After a while, he bowed his head, closed his eyes, and prayed devoutly and silently.

"Blessed by the Lord God, let me survive the evil storm! The three gods protect me and let me break free from the final grievance of the Condor! ... The old prophet rescued me, gave me a way to defuse the curse, from the abyss that was doomed to death Escape! Ah! I am Puapu, a good man blessed by the gods!"

"...Hoo, praise your Lord God! Please forgive me, let me go home safely..."

Seeing the people praying, the old militiaman Chiwako sighed, stopped scolding, and prayed. Around the long boat, the guide Kuba lay on the ground, kissing the solid homeland under his feet. As for the Mayan merchant Tikalo, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he kept recalling the memories of the first time he went to sea. As for Dark Snake and Didi, they both lay weakly in the stern, dipped their hands in the honey in the honeypot, and then sucked their fingers hard, staring blankly at the sun.

After a long time, everyone in the fleet vented their emotions in different ways. Only then did they settle down and count the losses of the fleet.

"We still have one, two, three, four...four boats left. There used to be more than 60 people on each boat, but now it is one tenth less. In total, there are still about 220 people in the fleet. !"

Hearing the results of Priest Mekkat's count, the old militiaman Chiwako took a deep breath and felt a pain in his head.

"Four boats left, two hundred and twenty people?"

Eight days ago, when the expedition fleet set off from the port of Ekab, it was still a large team of seven long ships and more than 420 people. The voyage for the first seven days also sailed all the way to the east, and everything went smoothly. Until today, a sudden storm swept through, but within half a day, it almost devoured the entire fleet!

The Mayan merchant Tikalo stood beside him, along with Kuba, waiting for Chiwako's inquiry. He touched his divine slender bald head, pondered for a moment, and sincerely comforted him.

"Dear Captain Chiwaco! The storm just now, most of the time, was always blowing with the west wind. As long as the fleet raised its sails and used the wind to the east, it would not get lost in the sea. After all, in our fleet's In the east, there is not only the neighboring Scale Island, but also Cuban Snake Island, which extends for more than 2,000 miles! The three long ships that were lost will definitely be stopped by Cuban Snake Island and land on the beach somewhere... God bless the ship team!"

"Well. The Lord God bless them!"

The old militiaman Chiwako pursed his lips, nodded his head sullenly. After thinking for a while, he looked at Mecate and asked in a low voice.

"How much food is left on the ship?...Shh! Be quiet, don't let the crew hear you yet."

"Captain, the waves in the storm are huge. Some of the supplies on the ship have been lost, and they have been soaked by the tide... Well, the food that can be eaten at the moment can only last for four or five days."

Priest Mecate lowered his voice and answered carefully. Hearing this, Chiwako frowned, thought about it, and then looked at Tikalo and Kuba next to him.

"You said, what is the scaly island on the east side of this deserted island? Are there any tribes and villages on the island, and can you trade some food?"

"Yes, Scale Island! Kuba said that this deserted island is in the north-south direction, and we should be in the southeastern part of the island chain. Scale Island is not far to the east, the nearest twenty or thirty miles, and the furthest not far away. It will be more than a hundred miles. And from the scale island to the north, if you travel as far as two hundred miles, you will definitely reach Cuban Snake Island.”

The Mayan merchant Tikalo was serious and relayed the words of the guide.

"Actually, the Scale Island is transformed by the scales of the Feathered Serpent God, and the east and west are connected to a feather of the Feathered Serpent God. The chain of islands under our feet is the western tail feathers submerged in the water. The east of the Scale Island, There is also an island chain with east tail feathers. The island chain formed by two tail feathers, plus a large island formed by scales, just holds the tail of the Feather Serpent God, and is connected to the two western ends of Cuban Snake Island... In other words After all, the island chain under our feet is part of the extension of Cuban Snake Island!"

"As for Scale Island, Kuba said, there are some Taino villages where thousands of tribesmen are scattered. The Tainos are a very kind, very docile tribe, and they never take the initiative to attack outsiders. They will be happy to Help us, trade food with us, even help us repair ships..."

Hearing this, Chiwako raised his brows, a little suspicious. He came from the Mexica Plateau, traveled to the wastelands of the North, and traveled to the Maya of the East. All the tribes in the world along the way have nothing to do with what is "kindness" and what is "docile". For the Taino people that Kuba told, the old militia still kept a vigilance in their hearts. But no matter what, they must go to the nearest Taino village and replenish their food as soon as possible.

"Check the boat, sort out the supplies, and dry the wet food! Mountain bird, how is the boat, and is the damage serious?"

"Captain, two of the four longboats that washed the beach are in good condition. One is slightly damaged, and the other has a hole! However, our boat has repaired planks."

"God bless! Well, first select a dozen people to cook, and let everyone have a full meal tonight! Then, all the crew members are divided into two teams. If one team is weak, stay on the island first and make repairs. Broken ships. The other team is more spirited and packs up two intact longships!"

Chihuako thought for a while, discussed with Priest Tommat, and quickly made a decision.

"Tomorrow morning, the second team will set off with me. We are going to the Scale Island to the east to visit the Taino villages! As for the first team, follow the arrangements of the priest Tomat... Praise the Lord God! Bless the ship team!"

The main **** priest Thomas decided to stay, to appease the crew who stayed on the island, repair the ship, and organize the supplies. No one can replace his inspiring role. Puapu put on a stomach weapon, led dozens of warriors, and followed a team of old militiamen to guard against possible conflicts. And here, the Mayan merchant Tikalo finally got permission and no longer has to stay in the cabin. Tikalo will participate in the first exploration together with the guide Kuba, and also act as a translator.

Hearing this, the Mayan merchant's pale face raised an excited smile, and even reached out to wipe away his tears. The cabin was hot and suffocating, mixed with the unpleasant smell of salted fish, but it was really not a place for people to stay, it was a dark prison underground in Mayapan! In his entire life, he has never stayed in such a difficult place for so long as a prisoner!

"Praise the Lord God! Bless the fleet!"

When the people received the order, they dispersed and got busy until dusk.

At dusk, the sun is shining. The setting sun dyes the sea red, and the vast sea is full of colors. And the smoke of birds and birds finally rose on the tidal flat.

The old militia Chihuaco nibbled on hot tortillas, brought Dark Snake and Didi, and sat in front of the bonfire by the sea. He watched the fading sea, the dim light and shadow, until the darkness came from afar and stopped outside the blazing circle of the bonfire.

"The desert island of Cuba, the evening after the storm... We were on the beach, baking and eating, it was delicious..."

In the heart of the old militiaman, a strange peace suddenly appeared. He opened his mouth, wanting to read two lines of poetry in front of the two teenagers, but he was not literate, and just said some ordinary sentences. A petrel squatted beside him, pecking at the corn crumbs dropped by the three. Occasionally it raised its head, looked at the dark sky, and made two clear and loud calls.

"oh oh!"

The old militiaman stretched out his hand, patted Haiyan's little head, and stopped crying. Then, he checked some wounds on Haiyan's wings, and they were all bandaged by him, but it would take some days to heal. The old militiaman lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth, looking at the bald piece of skin on Haiyan's body. That Haiyan also rolled her dark eyes, looked at the creature in front of her, and looked at the other's increasingly rare head feathers.

"Hey! You fell from the sky, comatose idiot! I was going to pluck your hair out and eat it on the fire! But I just pulled off a bunch of hair, but you woke up..."

"It's not that I'm soft-hearted, but I just thought that you reminded me after all, and I didn't have any meat, so I let you go. If you call again, I recognize you, but the bonfire of the barbecue doesn't recognize you!"

The thin Chiwako was muttering in a low voice, not knowing what he was saying indiscriminately. The fat Haiyan shook her head, raised her voice, full of energy, and let out two more cries.

"oh oh!"

"Hey! Are you still calling?"

Chiwaco stretched out his old hand, ready to fight. Haiyan turned around, staggered, and ran out two steps. Seeing this, Dark Snake and Didi couldn't help but smile. After a while, Chiwako couldn't help it, and smiled with the corners of his mouth up. The three laughed for a while, and Haiyan stepped forward again. Chiwako shook his head, touched Haiyan's head, looked at the dark sea, and said quietly.

"Beside the bonfire, there is no light in the sea... Three people are laughing, some silly birds are calling, it's not noisy... Oh! This is the first fleet to arrive in Cuba. night..."

The low whispers dissipated on the dark seaside, and not many people heard them, and no one recorded them. The sound dwindled to a soft snoring, and then slowly grew louder, like a rhythmic drumbeat.

In the rhythm of snoring, a fat petrel spread its injured wings and fluttered a few times in place. It could not fly at all, let alone return to its hometown. Haiyan tilted her head, dumbfounded for a while, then squatted and fell asleep for a while. It wasn't until the sky was getting brighter that it was suddenly woken up by the deafening snoring sound.

The dawn reveals a shimmer, and the sea gradually wakes up from the boundless depths. And in the bright sky, some birds are flying freely! The silly bird tilted his head, looked at the birds in the sky, then lowered his head, looked at the tidal flat under his feet, and the sleeping person. Then, with its belly upright and fat as a person, it squatted at the source of the snoring, raised its voice, and let out two energetic cries.

"oh oh!..."

"Ah? Ah! Storm, storm coming?"

The old militiaman was startled and woke up suddenly. He raised his head, looked at the rising sun by the sea, and then looked at the few warriors at the outer police post, stunned for a moment, and then muttered to himself.

"Ah? Oh! It's dawn, it's time to go..."

"oh oh!"

"Damn! You stupid bird, disturbing my dream of going home! I'm going to bake you!"

"oh oh!"

The sound of the birds faded away and disappeared into the western sea. My hometown is 5,000 miles away, and I don't know when I will return. And the two thousand-mile-long Snake Island is underfoot~

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