Aztec Eternals

In Tiewan Town, the main god's grand ceremony lasted for several days. After the blood sacrifice on the first day, all the surrendered captive craftsmen drank Rodrigo's blood wine tremblingly and took a blood oath to convert to the Lord God, just like a blood curse of witchcraft. The royal butler Gutierrez burst into tears and kowtowed to the chief priest of Tomat, begging for surrender, for fear of becoming the next Rodrigo, a sacrifice in the terrible "devil's ritual", and his soul falling into **** forever!

"Praise the Most High God! Fight for God and die for God!..."

After watching this shocking ceremony, the warriors and tribesmen of the kingdom sang and celebrated, and knelt down in front of the temple devoutly, praising the name of the main god. The Taino chiefs and chiefs from all tribes all looked in awe and knelt down to pray, which could be regarded as the true planting of the seeds of faith. Then, the chief priest Tomat invited the chiefs to discuss in the temple to discuss the mission of the chief gods and the formation of the Taino tribal alliance.

"Blessed by the Lord God! More than thirty Taino tribes in the hot land of Cuba will unite together to worship the Lord God and form the Hot Land Tribal Alliance! Of course, several chiefs from West Haiti can also join with their tribes! The tribes that join the alliance , they can all support each other, exchange materials with each other, and send tribal militia to support... And Tielwan Town is the center of the entire Hot Earth Tribe Alliance!..."

Faced with the proposal to form a tribal alliance, various tribes in eastern Cuba, especially the northeastern coast that had been harassed by evil spirits, actively expressed their approval. The various ministries in western Cuba and western Haiti were obviously hesitant and started talking among themselves.

Of course, Chief Priest Tomat has long understood that with the kingdom's current power in Cuba, if dozens of large tribes that are far apart and have different ideas can be organized and even form a Taíno alliance...even if there is the threat of evil invasion, It is definitely not something that can be done easily!

For Tomat, his goal in the first stage is not big. At the very beginning, it was only necessary to form a nominal alliance and expand the scope of tribes that dispatched kingdom warriors and trained tribal militia. This was already a great success! And more alliance operations, more preaching and control will have to wait until Black Wolf's large reinforcements and more main **** priests arrive in Cuba...

Outside the temple, the tribesmen from each tribe were smiling happily, and they were carrying out the most important purpose of participating in the festival, which was to trade the products of each tribe! Cuba is three thousand miles from east to west. In addition to growing cassava, each tribe has different excess output. Tiewan Town is the trading center of each tribe.

Lizard skin from the Iguana Department, bird feathers from the Lake Bird Department, sacred smoke from the Havana Department, well salt from the Shiohama Department, dried fish from the Fishing Bay Department, pottery from the Sahara Department, cotton thread from the Camagui Department, and gold from the Golden Lake Department Copper stones, pearls from the Maritime Department, gold sand from the Dajin Department of Haiti, jade from the Shihe Department, as well as lake gems and ironware from Tienwan Town, are all exchanged and bartered with each other in the big market!

Yes, for the less productive Caribbean ministries, a uniformly recognized currency does not exist. The scale of commodity production and trade in various ministries was far from the time when currency appeared. Even if it is gold, silver or precious stones, many tribes do not recognize it. If there is anything that can be regarded as a general equivalent, it is Cuban tobacco that is loved by everyone! …. .

"Lord of Huitziloppo! Bird feathers can be exchanged for jade? Lizard skins can be exchanged for pearls? Dried fish can even be exchanged for gold sand?..."

Seeing the simple bartering of the Taíno people at the trade fair, Paul the goldsmith's eyes almost turned red with longing. Unfortunately, because of his obvious skin color, no Taino leader was willing to trade with him, and some even shouted for him to be beaten and killed. In the end, he could only find Agou Chachu, and used a few iron tools on hand to exchange a small bag of precious gold sand from the leader of the Dajin Department. Then the two of them grinned and smiled equally.

"Phew! Praise Huitziloppo! I have been floating on the sea for twenty years, encountered so many lives and deaths, and had so much blood on my hands that I even had to open one eye when I slept! ... Only this soil Only the divine smoke of human beings can make me relax easily from head to toe. I am happier than being with a woman! It’s so magical, so wonderful!… If I can always smoke this divine smoke, even if I don’t go back to Castile The kingdom is worth it!…”

Not far away, Boatswain Bartolome was squatting in the corner, smoking handmade tobacco from Havana and blowing smoke rings leisurely. As a person who is used to seeing wind and rain, licking blood with the blade of a knife, and has no hair

To be honest, ordinary happiness cannot calm his violent heart. Only this kind of divine smoke that he has never seen before can bring him a very rare peace, and even allow him to have a rare good sleep... To put it simply, he has no ability to resist this thing.

"Yes! Yes!...It's really good, better than the Virgin Mary in heaven!..."

Sailor Gonzalo stood next to him, holding a cigarette in his hand and refusing to smoke. Instead, he tried his best to inhale the second-hand smoke, with a hint of intoxication on his face. These fine tobaccos were all obtained by Bato from Agou, using their clothes, hats, daggers, etc. Now, the two Castilian sailors were both wearing Taíno straw clothes. Except for the scimitars at their waists and the flints in their arms, there was almost no trace of Castilian appearance.

"Hey! There's a running beast here! It's made of wood!..."

"Hiss! Could this be the devil's spell?..."

Among the captives, Antonio, the carpenter, was the most dexterous. He built a cart with wooden wheels and was able to carry a pile of wood to pull goods. The Taino tribesmen looked at it in amazement. It's a pity that this kind of cart is not practical, so it can only run around in flat villages. There is no need to think about the jungle swamps outside. As for the sailor Gil, also known as the chicken farmer Aji, he was thrown to the chicken pen in the village and was responsible for raising the tribe's turkeys.

"Ah! Come on...Lord! There is such a...such a big chicken here?...Isn't it possible! Can humans feed it? Is it really...a native blood wizard who uses human blood to witchcraft? A chicken that turns a person into a chicken?... Hiss! It's really evil, it's really a devil. No wonder the red-haired attendant calls it "huehxltl", "a big chicken that turns a person into a chicken"..."

Looking at the big "chicken" with a wingspan of 1.56 meters and more than ten kilograms, little Gil's eyes widened, and his mind was filled with random thoughts, all of which were the terrible witchcraft preached by the church. He had asked the red-haired attendant before what animal he wanted him to raise? The other party drew a simple little man, and after letting him see it clearly, he added a few more strokes, and suddenly it turned into a chicken. The "big chicken turned into a man" really scared him to the point of peeing! …. .

"A terrible blood sacrifice! A terrible blood wizard! Turning people into chickens!..."

Thinking of the terrible blood sacrifice not long ago, little Jill shuddered all over and was too scared to speak. He looked down at the cute and chubby turkey, but no matter how he looked at it, he seemed to be seeing a ferocious person. But there was nothing he could do. The red-haired attendant gave him an order to raise chickens. If he didn't obey, he would be killed... He could only stand in front of the big "chicken", kowtow carefully, and pray.

"Ah! Holy... Holy Mother! You turned into a chicken, it was the native wizards who did it! Don't eat... eat me... I will make you fat... fat and strong... for the native wizards to eat …Hiss! It’s so scary!”

Across the bustling Tiewan Town, to a remote corner in the southeast, there is a large expanse of desolate grassland, many large and small pits dug out, and piles of fermented manure. Next to the small pit where people squatted, there were still many leaves piled up and weighed down with stones. From time to time, warriors from the kingdom came and went, squatting and getting up, leaving behind the fertilizer from the fields. And here is the largest "public toilet" in Tiewan Town, where the entire tribe composts!

"My merciful Lord! My brother-in-law abandoned me and ran away alone... But I believed in the native gods and was cursed with a terrible and vicious blood curse. I actually became the leader of a native." Specially responsible for using excrement and urine to pile up saltpeter? ...Goddess of fate! You have wrapped the thread of my fate around the spindle, what kind of flannel are you going to weave? ...What kind of pattern is that, and what kind of ending is it..."

"Aratuu man! It's time to get to work!..."

Guard Chief Alana stood melancholy at the head of the pit, and the touching breath of the evening wind made him even more melancholy. But soon, the shouts of the Taino militiamen woke him up from the strong-smelling melancholy.

Looking at the Taino militiaman with a bird pattern carved on his forehead, an ax stuck in his waist, and an evil look on his face, Alana forced a smile and nodded vigorously. He knew that these militiamen were not only arranged by the red-haired attendants to work with him, but also responsible for monitoring him and even killing him when they suspected... Soon, he picked up a stone shovel and dragged the painting on the mud. Two long lines.

"O Lord of Huitziloppo!... Our first goal is to dig out a canal of saltpeter! It's so wide and so long.

Arms deep, dirt piled to one side...that's right! That's it! ...Well, after digging a ditch, spreading lime, and building a bamboo shed to protect from rain, we can start adding manure and toilet soil to pile up saltpeter! …”

"May God bless you! May the Goddess of Destiny bless you! May the native God of Earth bless you too! ...This time, we must succeed in building saltpeter! I must not die...Brother-in-law, you must come back with a big boat." Save me! Ooooooh!..."

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