Aztec Eternals

The long night is long, but it is already deep. The jungle is secluded, and there are faintly flocks of birds. As the bonfire gradually burned out, everyone's expressions changed, their thoughts fluctuated, and their hearts were on the East China Sea.

Ticaro lowered his eyebrows, saluted respectfully, and asked with a smile.

"Priest Tomat, the translator from Cuba, the sea chart to Cuba, and the location of the iron mine. Are you satisfied with these three prices?"

Hearing this, Priest Tomat's eyes flickered, and he took a deep look at Tikalo.

"Tikalo, you should know that His Highness values ​​the three things. When you were in Water Valley City, why didn't you tell His Highness personally? His Highness will definitely reward you heavily. You can ask His Highness for what you want!"

Hearing this, Ticaro raised his eyes, smiled, and said nothing. Priest Tomat regards His Royal Highness as the divinely inspired prophet, the supreme king. But in his heart, he was a once naive boy after all, and he couldn't be relied on by him. But now, His Highness has become a ruthless king, and the king cannot be trusted by him.

"I only have one bargaining chip in my hand! Bloody vengeance, such a cunning opponent. How can I rely on the king's will and count on the reward from the superior?"

Ticaro's mind wandered, but he remained silent. Priest Tomat looked at it for a moment, and he also had some understanding in his heart. He shook his head secretly, looked solemn, and spoke again.

"Tikalo. The Mayapan Kingdom has ruled the lowlands for more than two hundred years. Even if it is only the king of Maya in name, even if it has been destroyed for many years. The heritage of the kingdom will inevitably remain. There should be more in your hands. A price you can pay!"

"Um"

Ticaro lowered his head slightly, avoiding Priest Tomat's piercing gaze. Priest Tomat didn't let him go, and grabbed his arm with his hands.

"hiss!"

Ti Carlo's arm hurt, his eyelids twitched, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Priest Tomat, you!."

"Hand it over!"

Priest Tomat's eyes were stern, staring into the Mayan merchant's eyes, threatening sternly.

"Hand it over! The Lord God testifies! What you dedicate to the gods will be doubled back! What you dedicate to the kingdom will be doubled back to Mayapan's remnants! When is the time, are you still hesitating like this? Gambling It's already started! If you don't even dare to bet all the money, you still want to leverage the huge Xiwu family?"

"I am Priest Tomat."

Facing the pressing Priest Tomate, Tikalo felt sweat on his forehead. Now it's his turn to feel the fierceness of the priest and the majesty of the Lord God.

"You can only rely on the kingdom! You don't use that kind of ridiculous calculation, but put your heart and soul into it and serve the kingdom and His Highness! You don't know His Highness's ambition, and you don't know the greatness of God's revelation! But you must know that the Kingdom's Strong and powerful!"

"In a few years, Marshal Bertard of the Sacred Eagle will float over with thousands of elite warriors! The Sacred Eagle Warrior Commander is not only brave and good at fighting, but also wise. At that time, even the huge Xiwu The family will definitely not be able to resist the kingdom!"

Speaking of this, Priest Tomat's eyes sharpened, like eagle eyes, straight into Tikalo's eyes and heart.

"The kingdom is powerful, and it can defeat the Xiwu family without the help of the remnants of Mayapan! Ticaro, if you don't put in enough bets now, at that time, no matter who the land of Mayapan will be handed over to, it will be with you Irrelevant! If you want to take back the land of the ancestors, such a price is not enough, not enough!"

".Land of the Ancestors, Mayapan Stakes"

Ticaro closed his eyes, but the words of Priest Tomat kept echoing in his heart. After a while, he let out a long sigh.

"Hey! Priest Tomat, you are really like an obsidian dagger, unparalleled in sharpness and deeply rooted in people's hearts."

Ticaro smiled wryly. He opened his eyes, looked into the other's eyes, and sighed with emotion. After a while, the Mayan businessman also looked solemn and replied in a deep voice.

"The Lord God bears witness, we will gamble everything! Priest Tomat, this time going to Cuba, the fleet can bring Mayapan's flag and battle clothes, and borrow the reputation of the kingdom. Although fifty years have passed, the local There must be some people who remember the former kingdom, especially the tribes in the west. The Xishan tribe who once surrendered to Mayapan will also provide convenience for the Kingdom of the Lake to gain a foothold in Cuba!"

"Oh? Borrow the reputation of the Mayapan Kingdom? To facilitate the initial mutual trust and foothold?"

Hearing this, Priest Tomate's expression changed. He looked at the unique "big" family crest on Tikalo and Diakin, and nodded slowly.

"Very good! What else?"

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Ticaro lowered his eyes, was silent for a while, and replied again.

"The Mayapan Kingdom has formed a fleet and conducted long-distance voyages. In addition to going east to Cuba, we have also explored along the coast and all the way south. Starting from the highland Maya, near Copan, and then going south, it is the long and tortuous south coastal"

"First came the Chorti (Chorti, present-day Honduras) who were rich in jade and pepper, then the nic-anahuac (Nicaragua) who produced spices, and then the Cuevas who produced pottery in the jungle (Cueva, that is, the area around Panama) and finally the Chibcha people (Chibcha (now northern Colombia)) who own gold."

Speaking of which, Ticaro paused slightly. This route was already a hundred years ago. Among the remaining tribes of Mayapan, there are only some records and charts left, and there have been no translators and sailors familiar with the route for a long time. But in front of Priest Tomat, he still had to show his confidence.

"Dear Priest Tomat, I know His Highness's ambitions! He will definitely be very concerned about the information on this route. When our fleet returns to the kingdom, I will bring the charts inherited from the royal family of Cocom and explain them to His Highness personally. !"

Hearing this, Priest Tomat fell silent. The Cuban chart in his hand is very abstract, and the recorded text is also the Mayan script unique to the Cocom family. If there is no one who knows the inheritance to explain it, it is like a blank slate. And the sea chart going to the south must be the same.

"Very good! Ticaro, you have proved your worth and changed your destiny. Is there anything else?"

".have!"

Ticaro gritted his teeth and spoke harshly. This time, he was really like a gambler, betting all the bets, and handing over his fate to the kingdom.

"We still have a few old shipwrights from the Kingdom period who are familiar with making sails and strengthening the hull. The longships of the Kingdom use almost the best ship materials, but there are still many shortcomings in the hull. Sea-going ships After all, unlike inland river boats, they have to resist wind and waves. The shape and angle of the sail should also have an impact on the speed of the ship. Be quicker."

Speaking of this, Ticaro's eyes flickered. He arranged for the Mayan merchant ship to follow the kingdom's fleet all the way. Many arrangements along the way were based on local acquaintances who passed word to the rear fleet.

"good very good!"

Priest Tomat was very satisfied. He stared at the red eyes and leaned forward, like a greedy big tomato, holding down the poor bald caterpillar and squeezing it as much as possible.

"What else? Take it out!"

".The Mayan tribes all mastered beekeeping techniques and produced honey. However, the bee species in each tribe are good and bad, and the honey they produce is also good or bad. I heard that His Highness likes honey."

Tikalo was covered in sweat, looked at the tomato priest who was almost pressing on him, and forced a smile.

"The royal family of Cocom has inherited the best bee species and also mastered unique beekeeping techniques. The tribe can dedicate the best bee species and bee slaves to His Highness! You know, the Kapoor family has asked for it several times. None of us gave"

"Oh? Beekeeping technology, the best bee species and bee slaves!"

Hearing this, Priest Tomat stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Maya's beekeeping technology has always been mastered by the god-born nobles of various ministries, and has never been leaked to the outside world. They will have bee slaves who have served for generations, passed on from generation to generation, and cultivated bee species. These bee slaves have no personal freedom, and when they are old and unable to work, they will be sacrificed to death. And if this technology is brought back to the kingdom, the stable production of fresh high-quality honey may be able to please His Highness.

"Not bad! Also."

"No more! No more!"

The Mayan merchant Tikalo shook his head desperately and pushed Priest Tomate away. He took a breath, sweating profusely, and immediately felt regret in his heart.

"No! How can I hand over the last details of the Kekemu family to the kingdom?"

"No! You must still have it!"

Priest Tomat squinted his eyes and yelled sharply, with an undeniable power.

"The Kekemu family, there is another necessary price to ensure the trust of the kingdom!"

"Huh? What?"

"Hand over the direct descendants of the gods, go to the kingdom of the lake, and accept the training of the kingdom!"

The corner of Priest Tomat's mouth curled up, and he pointed at the young god descendant, Tiakin.

"Not yours, but his!"

"Ah! Ah this."

Ticaro panicked and didn't know how to argue. He knew that this was asking for a proton, but there were only a dozen or so members left in the Kekemu family. As for the direct descendants of the gods, there are very few.

".The little prince is still young, and the little princess is only two or three years old. Can you wait a few more years?"

"Uncle, what does Priest Tomat want?"

Seeing this scene, the young god-born Diakin couldn't bear it any longer and asked.

"he wants."

Ti Carlo's face was full of bitterness, and he responded in a low voice.

"I want the descendant of the future descendant of the Kekemu family."

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The young god-born lowered his head, biting his lips tightly until his lips were bitten, and his mouth was full of blood. He sniffed his own blood, thought about the blood of his ancestors, thought about the blood of today's enemy, and thought about it a lot.

Under the silent gaze of the crowd, Tiakin stretched out his hand and shook the sun amulet on his neck that Priest Tomat put on him. He closed his eyes again, feeling the majesty of the Lord God on his forehead. After a while, he finally raised his head and said firmly.

"Okay! I will! When the kingdom's fleet returns, I will send the eldest son and youngest daughter to the kingdom!"

The night is getting darker, and the stars are twinkling on the zenith. The sea breeze blows through the jungle, bringing the whimper of the leaves. And when the sea breeze blew on Tikalo's body, it felt both chilly and warm. In a daze, he boarded the long boat and looked at Tiakin under the boat, but only saw his nephew's resolute and mature face.

"I'm old and he's grown. Mayapan's Last Sun"

"Quick! Quick! Put on the spears given to us by the Nava Kingdom and put on the seized Xiwumu armor, we have to leave quickly!"

Thiarkin had no time for sentimentality. His eyes were full of ambition, and his face was full of high-spirited fighting spirit. He urged again and again, commanding more than 300 tribal warriors, carrying 600 copper spears, 100 copper axes, and 20 pairs of leather armor supported by the priest of Tomat. This kingdom's investment is exactly the same as that given out in the Puton tribe.

"This battle was victorious and rewarding! Not only killed the prince of the Xiwu family, but also killed more than 300 elite Xiwu warriors. More importantly, the tribe won the support of the Western Nava Kingdom! etc. Back among the tribe, my prestige and reputation."

Thinking of this, the young god descendant was excited. He thought for a while, and ordered again.

"Quick! Take the head of Xiwu Prince Hutur! The Nahuas don't want it, so just bring it back to the tribe to boost everyone's spirits! After so many years, the tribe needs good news too much!"

"Blessed by the Heavenly Snake God! Listen to you, venerable sun!"

"No, it's the Lord God's blessing!"

Tiakin sternly corrected. If the Heavenly Snake God can't bring power, then believe in a more powerful main god. Only with enough power can revenge and regain the land of the ancestors, no matter what the price is!

"Very good! Lord God bless you!"

Priest Tomat nodded in satisfaction. What Tiakin said actually repeated his accent in Nahua. He pondered for a moment, and asked Puap to bring a set of bronze armor and a book of scriptures to Tiakin again. This is the first Mayan chieftain and priest to convert to the Lord God, and it is also a precious fire, which cannot be lost easily.

"Tiakin! Wear this! This is the blessing of the Lord God, who will protect you and stand on the battlefield!"

Ti Ajin took the bronze armor suspiciously, stretched out his hand to caress it, and then stabbed it with a dagger, ecstasy soon appeared on his face. He lowered his head and sincerely prayed to Priest Tomat and the powerful Lord God.

"Praise the Lord God Vitzilopochtli! He is supreme, rules all things, and is omnipotent!"

"Good! Excellent!"

Priest Tomat stretched out his hand, rubbed the divine head of Diakin kindly, and said his last blessing.

"The lord god will bless you, the pious! Under the radiance of the lord god, under your leadership, the Kekemu family will rise again, in the name of the god!"

The longship raised its sails, and the fleet was ready to set sail again under the moonlight. The Mayan merchant Tikalo looked towards the shore, watching his nephew Ti'akin gradually go away, and suddenly felt troubled in his heart. He came to the side of the ship and shouted to the shore.

"Akin! Hutur is dead, next, Hugh Pan will go crazy! Remember, take the people to migrate again, to the hinterland of the Kapoor clan! Don't directly confront the Xiwu family! .Did you hear me?"

Tikalo's shout echoed on the seashore and fell in the ears of Mayapan warriors. Everyone looked up together, watching the lonely descendant of the god leave in the Nahua boat, like a sacrifice to the gods. Diakin stared blankly, then nodded blankly, his eyes moistened inexplicably.

"Uncle...I see"

Nephew Tiakin's voice was very small, but Tikalo seemed to hear it. Standing on the side of the boat, with a smile on his lips, he watched the tribe disappear from his eyes and become himself again. The lonely old Mayan sea turtle swims among the ferocious Nahua crocodiles, always smiling confidently and trembling in his heart. Who else can understand him?

Mayan merchant Tikalo lowered his eyes and sighed inwardly. A composed smile appeared on his face, and he turned around, only to see another wise "old turtle". The old militiaman Chihuaco was two steps away, holding a spear, and was leading a few sailors holding spears, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Ah? Dear Captain Chivaco, what do you want from me?"

"Take him down!"

The sailors swarmed up and pushed Tikalo, who was caught off guard, to the ground. Then, several ropes were tied up, firmly, like tying a wild deer.

"Go! Lock him up in the basement below deck!"

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, had deep eyes and a stern expression. He looked at the two teenagers beside him, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Dark Snake, Didi, watch him! Before he arrives in Cuba, he is not allowed to contact anyone!"

"Yes! Father Captain!"

The two nodded yes, both of them were a little excited. This was the first time they took on important responsibilities. The old militiaman nodded with a smile, rubbed the heads of the two of them, and was about to leave. After walking a few steps, he remembered something again, and turned his head to give orders.

"That's right! This hairless fox is the most eloquent. Take a piece of cotton cloth and stuff it in his mouth, and get two balls of cotton and stuff it in your ears. Except when eating, he is not allowed to speak!"

"Listen to you, Captain Daddy!"

The crisp responses of the teenagers fluttered on the flagship and scattered into the waves behind the ship. The galaxy is brilliant, reflected in the mighty sea. The waves rose, rolling the galaxy again. And the fleet set off leisurely, along the dreamlike galaxy, left the deep jungle, left the tail of the monster, and disappeared under the moonlight in the east.

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