Aztec Eternals

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The wind howled in the bow, and the turbid waters churned with waves. The eastern continent was covered by dark clouds and disappeared dozens of miles away. Dark clouds covered the sky, and the drowsy sky seemed to collapse. A large group of Haiyan chirped "woo woo" and fled to the north.

And more than ten kilometers away in the south, the thick black clouds folded into mountains, cutting off all the sea, connecting the sky and the sea into one! Looking from a distance, the tumultuous waves and clouds surged violently, with the light and cry of lightning, like an abyss cave that devoured everything!

"Lord! The real storm is coming!"

Bruno stood on the bow, pale and muttered. He looked at the rapidly approaching cloud storm from the south, and his heart was full of ominous foreboding.

More than a week has passed since the celebration of the Epiphany. After regaining some morale, the expedition fleet continued south for hundreds of miles. The desolate African continent still has no edge in sight, but the sand sea that lasted for thousands of miles has finally come to an abrupt end, replaced by a green field full of vitality.

The changes in the scenery along the coast made the sailors on board quite excited. They had grown tired of the rolling sand dunes and suspected it was the end of the world. The emergence of green has brought some expectations. In the wilderness along the coast, you can still see some wild deer and goats grazing, which is even more exciting.

"Rapidly changing scenery, large green life, exceptionally lush aquatic plants... In fact, it heralds heavy rain and storms..."

A wry smile appeared on Bruno's face. He recalled the past few days.

Three days ago, the expedition fleet had reached 33-34 degrees south latitude, 40 degrees south latitude where the captain promised to return, and it was still a long way off. The dark clouds over the southern sea covered the sky, and the continuous wind and rain seemed to solidify, and it seemed that it would never dissipate.

No one in the entire fleet knows that this is the southern border of the Atlantic Ocean, a dangerous area where storms and thunders are intertwined all year round!

Here, the warm Mozambique Agulhas Current flows from the Indian Ocean, and the cold Benguela Current flows from Antarctic waters. The two meet at the southern tip of the African continent, and collide with each other along the continuous land! The contact between warm current and cold current turns into torrential rain that is hard to disperse all year round. When the ocean current encounters the lateral obstruction of the land, it forms a monstrous wave. Coupled with the tenth-level gust of the prevailing westerly winds in the middle latitudes, it is simply a terrible storm!

The fleet waited here for a few days, and the crew members were all heartbroken and talked a lot, saying that this is the end of the world created by the Lord. And further south, it is an endless terrifying abyss, it is better to return early...

Seeing this situation, Captain Dias stepped forward without hesitation. He decisively hanged several sailors who took the lead in causing trouble, and hung the bodies from the mast, successfully influencing and persuading everyone. Then, he no longer waited, and directly led the fleet to set sail, resolutely, and headed towards the stormy southern waters.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!..."

A violent northwesterly wind swept in, blowing the sails of the fleet and turning the canvas into an arc. Caravel's sailboat is like a feathered arrow off the string, flying towards the wind and rain in the south. The speed is so fast that even the hull keeps leaning to the left, while the bow is pressed down one after another.

Bruno grabbed the cable and stared wide-eyed as he watched the storm approaching from the southern sky. He felt the wind on his face and determined that the speed of the boat at this time was far more than 20 knots, which had long reached the limit of Caravel's sailboat. The newly promoted captain felt a panic in his heart and shouted angrily at the sailors.

"Damn! Damn! Don't you all roll to the right for me, and press the hull? Hurry up, the sails are fast, fast!"

Hearing the captain's order, the sailors quickly split up. A few elite sailors braved the violent wind to adjust the mast's boom and reduce the angle of the wind. Soon, the speed of the ship was significantly reduced, and the hull was stabilized a little. In the rapid speed, the sailboat has entered the edge of the southern storm. Dark clouds covered the sun, the sky dimmed in an instant, and the wind and rain came oncoming, making everyone a jerk.

"Boss, boss! We can't go any further! Depending on the situation, the storm ahead will only get bigger! Hurry up and signal, Captain Dias, please return!"

Braving the strong wind, the new captain Harold stumbled to Bruno's side, exhorting him in panic.

On this trip, he was transferred from head chef to sailor by Bruno. After all, he has a criminal record of poisoning, and even if he is an old brother who has done great things together, Bruno doesn't dare to eat the food he cooks.

Unexpectedly, Harold actually took the position of the captain of the boat, and somehow managed to subdue a group of sailors. As for the evil rituals he performed in secret while pulling the sailors, the pious and kind Bunolu had definitely never heard of or participated in it.

"A semaphore?..."

Hearing this, Bruno looked towards the front of the fleet, and the flagship "San Christovan" was leading the way. The other party also collected some sails, but still sailed straight to the south. Not far away, the horizontal sail supply ship closely followed the flagship and did not stop at all. Bruno hesitated for a moment, until a wave of six or seven meters high hit his face, and then he shuddered violently.

"foda-se! Semaphore! Uh..."

"Wow!..."

The rough waves came on, over the bow, and drenched Bruno's head and face. The salty and cold sea water washed his face, pouring straight into his eyes and mouth. After the wave passed, the new captain didn't hesitate, spit out the sea water in his mouth, and shouted continuously.

"Bah, pah! Sing the semaphore and request to return! Hurry, hurry!"

Soon, an elite sailor walked to the bow, waving two bright flags, and asked the flagship to return. After a while, there was an additional sailor at the stern of the flagship, who waved the flag relentlessly in response.

"Don't go back, keep going south!!"

"Don't go back, keep going south!!"

Bruno stared, and through the faint light of the sky, seeing the reply from Dias' flagship, his heart suddenly froze.

"Crazy...crazy!...Captain Dias is crazy!"

The wind was blowing from the northwest, and the sea was raging to the southeast. In fact, by this time, the entire fleet was out of options. The wind direction is consistent with the current, and it will continue to push the fleet towards the center of the storm ahead, with no way to return.

"Wow!"

Another big wave hit, with a majestic momentum, and the whole sailboat was thrown backwards. What is even more terrifying is that in the wind and rain ahead, there was a roar of thunder, and lightning fell from the dark clouds! And the northwest wind is getting stronger and stronger, taking the sailboat straight, rushing towards the lightning in the depths of the storm!

"boom!"

A bolt of lightning crashed down, blasting hundreds of meters on the right side, and everyone's eardrums trembled. Bruno's eyes suddenly lit up, and then it became dark again, and he couldn't open his eyes for a moment. The bean-sized raindrops formed a line, smashing heavily on his face, smashing his entire face to the ground.

"Lord! Bless me!"

After a long time, Bruno came back to his senses and barely opened his eyes. The small Caravelle sailed violently in the wind and waves, and the barrels on the boat rolled to and fro, making everyone unsteady on their feet. His body was lowered, his arms were tightly wrapped around the cable, his legs were hooked to the board of the boat, and he roared hysterically.

"Damn! Damn! Don't mind the flagship's orders! . . . Drop the sails for me! Drop the sails!"

In the captain's roar, several daring sailors staggered, came to the mast, and hurriedly operated. The strong wind blew the sails, and the ropes collapsed tightly, but it was difficult to untie them for a while.

"Idiot! Cut it off!"

Hearing the order, a sailor staggered, took out a dagger from his waist ~www.readwn.com~ and cut the rope hard. The rope was full of water and became tough and slippery. The boat went up and down again, and it was difficult to exert force at all. When another sailor saw it, he looked anxious and was about to step forward to help.

"Om...boom!..."

A terrifying sound of waves came from the side and front several hundred meters away, like the roar of a deep-sea beast!

Bruno turned his head to look, his face was immediately pale, and his whole body was trembling with fear. The sailors on the boat turned their heads and looked at them, all terrified and at a loss, and even prayed desperately.

"Merciful Lord! Please, please!..."

Temporary prayers do nothing. But for a moment, a monstrous wave, like a mountain, rose from the side and front of the sailboat!

This huge wave is 15-20 meters high and more than ten miles long! The front of the huge wave is like a towering cliff, and the back is like a gentle hillside, with the power that covers the sky, like a mighty Titan ruthlessly pressing down! In the face of such huge waves, the Caravel sailboat with a length of more than 20 meters is just a toy in the hands of the giants, and there is no way to resist it.

"Lord! Please..."

"Boom... boom boom!!"