Aztec Eternals

Desolate songs, accompanied by low drum beats, sounded on the vast coast, with strange and fiery greetings.

"Holy heaven and earth bless us! It is the flowers of spring, the rain and dew of summer, the fruits of autumn, and the song of winter!  …Thank you, messenger of the tribe of the lake, for bringing us precious gifts! . . . .Guided by the spirit of nature, let the 'people on the river bank' meet the 'people in the lake' to share this beautiful day. Come, the messenger of the tribe in the lake, let's dance a joyful dance together! … "

Chief Karan wore a white coat with frogs painted on it, a heavy deer head on his head, a grass ornament similar to a Guakili around his legs, and two gourd-like wooden bells in his hands. With a warm smile on his face, he stood up from the roaring bonfire, came to the chief of the messengers in the lake, and issued an invitation to dance.

"Uh... dance? Gotta, gotta... dance, wow!..."

The old militia, Chihuaco, hurriedly responded enthusiastically with a few newly learned Guachili words.

The large tribes here call themselves "Yorem" yoreme, that is, the people of the river bank, a branch of the coastal Mayo people. The chief Karan in front of him was the leader of the Yorem tribe, with one or two thousand tribal warriors in his hands. The Mayo are located in the northwest of the Zacatecas wasteland, on the coast. The language they use is somewhat similar to that of the Guaquilis in the wasteland, and they share a common vocabulary with Mexican. Among them, it probably implies some kind of ancient connection.

Chiwako's eyes flashed and his smile was sincere. He wore grey leather armor, an eagle feather crown symbolizing the leader of the team, and an obsidian dagger pinned to his waist.

"Well, who of you are going to dance?"

The old militiaman smiled and agreed, while looking at Puap beside him. The Ash Warrior bowed his head, pretending not to hear. He looked at Mekkat, the priest on the ship, on the other side. Mekkat was opening his eyes wide, looking curiously at Chief Callan's clothing, guessing the religious meaning, but never looked at Captain Chiwako. Finally, he turned to Pavi, the Guachili guide who was on the boat.

"Captain, this is a friendship dance between leaders. It can only be performed by you or the vice-captain!"

"Dancing...good! Wow!..."

Chiwako smiled, and glanced at the more than 100 guard soldiers with spears behind Chief Karan. With a sigh in his heart, he had to stand up and follow the deer-headed chief Karan to the center of the crowd, standing side by side in front of the bright bonfire.

"Haha, friends from the tribe in the lake! Come on, put on the sacred deer head, pick up the wooden bell of blessing, and dance and sing with me in front of the bonfire of inheritance!"

"Uh, deer head? Good! Wow!  …"

Chiwako stayed where he was, letting two Yorem warriors come forward and put a heavy deer head on his head. The deer's head hangs down with two sisal ropes, which are tightly tied to the lower jaw, making it painful to strangle. Then, another middle-aged man dressed as a witch doctor bowed and gave him two gourd wood bells.

After finishing it, Chief Karan stood in front of the bonfire and took the lead in dancing. He bent over, bowed his legs, kept his jumping posture, squatted together enthusiastically, shook the wooden bell in his hand, and sang like a frog, telling ancient legends.

"Ahaha! Long, long ago, there was no fire in the world. All animals crave fire!

The flames were on the highest and highest mountain, and they let a frog go to the top of the mountain to look for it.

A frog will not be burned because he lives in water and has water in his mouth!

The frog jumped and jumped, and finally jumped to the top of the mountain, swallowing the burning flint.

He wrapped the fire on the stone with the water in his mouth. Two puffs of smoke came out of his nostrils.

Frog got the fire! ....

Ah ha ha! Then the fox said, turkeys, follow the frog.

When the fire in the frog's mouth is about to go out, blow it up quickly!

So the turkeys followed the frog, and when the flint was about to die, they ignited it again.

However, the frog's mouth was so large that the flint fell and hit the possum's tail.

The possum's tail was on fire, screaming and running around, igniting the vegetation in the mountains...

Ah ha ha! Thanks to frogs, foxes, turkeys and possums.

All animals have fire since then! ...

Ah ha ha ha ha ha! ...

"

"Uh...ahaha! Frogs, foxes, turkeys and possums?"

Chiwako's eyes widened, and he danced the frog dance like Chief Callan. He twisted his old waist, tried to jump up and down, and the wooden bell in his hand made bursts of "ding bells". Chief Karan sang like thunder, making people dizzy, and he barely understood a few words. After a while, he blinked sharply.

"Huh? And a burning stone?"

In the crowd sitting around, Guaquili's guide Pavi showed admiration and echoed in a low voice. In the entire expedition fleet, he was the only one who understood the song completely.

This is an ancient song about the heritage of the tribe. The flame is the spirit inherited from the wasteland tribes, and it is the gift of the divine heaven and earth. The climbing frog is the leader of the tribe, the bravest and most determined warrior. The wise fox is the priest of the tribe, guiding leaders and warriors. The turkeys that follow are naturally guided warriors and have the responsibility to protect the flames. And the possum with its tail on fire is a large number of tribesmen who spread and share the flames.

Leaders, priests, warriors, and tribesmen, these four groups are the composition of the northern tribes. And the reason why they are united is because they inherited the divinity of their ancestors and inherited the flame of the tribe!

The intense dance continued for a full quarter of an hour, until Chiwako's waist was about to break, and Chief Karan, who was leading the dance, was sweating profusely and stopped dancing. He laughed happily, stretched out the gourd bell in his hand, and touched the bell of Chihuaco heavily, making a crisp "ding bell"!

"Ahaha! ... Turkeys from afar, the frogs of the Yorem tribe welcome you! We sang songs and danced together, and we have been friends since then!"

Hearing the chief's words, the warriors of the Yorem tribe suddenly stood up. They put down their spears, danced their hands, and laughed loudly.

"Ahaha!...Ahaha!...Ahahahahaha!"

"Ah, friend? Good! Wow! Ah ha ha!  …"

Chiwako smiled and nodded. Then, he turned slightly, looked at his teammates, and made a gesture.

"What are you doing? Get up and celebrate!"

"...Praise the Lord God! Let friends meet, ahaha!..."

A moment later, more than thirty Prepecha warriors all stood up, put away their weapons, raised their hands in celebration, and prayed. Seeing their actions, the tribal warriors on the opposite side were even more enthusiastic, almost rushing over to dance with them.

"Huh!...Damn...who...tossed me here...Gods are so blind!"

At this moment, Chiwako finally confirmed that the opposite tribe was not hostile. He breathed a sigh of relief, and cursed in his heart, a certain nobleman who has been thinking about him.

This journey has been too difficult, and everyone has brushed past the **** of death several times. Looking back at this moment, I just burst into tears.

In mid-November last year, he received a summons from the kingdom, so he had to pick up his spear, left his daughter Reed and son-in-law Ezpan, and went south alone. Several old brothers wanted to accompany him, but they were all driven away by him.

It wasn't until early December that he came to Lake Atoyake to report to the Southern Shipyard. According to His Majesty's instructions, the Southern Shipbuilding Division handed over the three newly launched crocodile galleys to the old militiamen.

Along with the ship was a first-level priest, Mecate, who was proficient in navigation, able to read and count, and to estimate directions. There is Guaquili guide Pavi, who grew up in the wasteland and is proficient in the northern languages ​​and customs of the wasteland. Then there were sixty Prepecha sailors, familiar with the operation of galleys, all good rowers.

Then, the group rowed the kingdom's most advanced galleys down the Tulsa River and arrived at the estuary a few days later. Dust Puap and fifty Prepecha warriors~www.readwn.com~ have been waiting for a long time. When the two met, it was naturally a burst of emotion.

Puap's face was full of regret. He should have followed Chiwako's advice and confessed to His Majesty earlier about his dealings with the southern nobles, so that he might not lose his military power. Chiwaco scolded angrily, wishing he could slap Lao Pu on the head. After the retelling, Puap also joined Chiwako's team as the vice-captain of the expedition in accordance with His Majesty's Wang Ling. So far, the Kingdom's first ocean-going expedition fleet has been formed!

The expedition fleet consisted of three large galleys and one hundred and ten people. The cabin was filled with food, fresh water, cloth, cocoa, two small bags of gold and silver, and a large bag of gems from the kingdom's stockpile. The purpose of the voyage was to follow His Majesty's order and go along the coast to the far northwest. They have to look for islands where flocks of birds inhabit, collect stones condensed from bird droppings, and record the hydrology and route along the way until they return to the voyage smoothly.

And this is the kingdom's first voyage to explore the vast unknown world! And this is the kingdom's first voyage to explore the vast unknown world! Nearly twenty years after coming to this world, Shilot finally completed all preparations and sent the first group of explorers. And the entire vast American continent will be re-opened in front of him, in a completely different way, telling the future of changing fate!

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