Aztec Eternals

The sky was clear, and white clouds drifted by. The sea is like a mirror, and the waves flicker little by little. The fleet set off from the Shrimp Lake, along the extended coast, north-easterly, and traveled two hundred and fifty miles to the mouth of another big river.

The big river is full of water. Chihuaco stood on the bow of the boat, and after a little calculation, he knew that the river was two miles wide and the length stretched to the end of the line of sight. And looking at this turbulent water volume, the area that the river flows through may be very broad.

"Tikalo, what river is this?"

"Oh! You say this river, that's amazing!"

The Mayan merchant Tikalo looked at it for a moment and replied with a smile.

"This is the Río! The upper reaches of the Río keep turning eastward, extending for hundreds of miles, and even connecting with the barren central basin. This river, in the classical Maya period, was a golden waterway. It is said that there was a Thousands of miles. Many commodities in Calakmul, the snake capital, are transported along this waterway all the way to the coast, and then turned to the north. But after the disaster, the upper reaches of the Dacao River gradually dried up and cut off, leaving only the lower reaches of the river. Halfway...but, even now, there are still many Mayan tribes who settled or hunted along this well-watered river."

"Settling or hunting?"

Chiwako was slightly taken aback. In this rainy Yucatan Peninsula, there will also be safari tribes? He was a little puzzled and asked.

"This long river is so wide and stretched, and the water is very abundant. The land along the shore also looks smooth and fertile, enough to support tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people to cultivate. Such a fertile place is still very desolate, why is it still A tribal safari?... That's not a waste of this good land, this good water!"

"This... who knows..."

Ticarlo thought hard for a while, but there was no answer. In the mysterious Yucatan Peninsula, there are so many unknown questions and confusing phenomena that no one can answer.

"Actually, the central basin now has abundant rivers and precipitation. It used to support millions of ordinary people! However, after the disaster, all the tribes desperately fled there, turning the fertile land into a green desert. , has not changed so far... Maybe all of this is the will of the gods!"

All unknowns are attributed to the mighty power of the gods! This is the simplest and most irrefutable answer. Chiwako scratched his head, his eyes flashed, and he was silent.

Tikalo watched for a while, and then pointed to the southeast of the estuary. He looked slightly solemn and spoke earnestly.

"Captain Qi, look, four or five miles to the southeast, there is a small town. If I remember correctly, it should be Putum, 'the grassy open area', the prairie city!"

"Chacamptum, Grand Prairie?"

Hearing the name, Chiwako was stunned and looked around. The fleet traveled all the way, and there were swamps and rainforests along the coast. Only this area was full of long grass and sparse trees, and the line of sight suddenly widened. Wild deer jumped among the long grass, birds rested on the sparse trees, and there was life everywhere.

At the end of the line of sight, the old militia searched hard, and finally found a simple town. This small town is very low and small, so it is more like a stockade than a small town. On the north side of the small town, near the river, there are a few sparse farmlands, which are covered with weeds before the season for sowing. There is a shallow circle of wooden fences on the periphery of the small town, and a low temple in the center. And across a distance of several miles, vaguely, you can see some wandering tribesmen, and they don't know what they are doing.

"It's weird..."

Chiwako touched his chin and thought for a while before asking.

"Tikalo, we've been walking all the way. There are woods everywhere. Why did the land suddenly open up when we got here? When it comes to rainfall and rivers, it should be not much different from the south..."

"Uh..."

Hearing such a peculiar question, Ticaro was stunned on the spot even though he was knowledgeable. He thought for a while before answering uncertainly.

"Maybe, the goddess of the moon, or the power of the rain god? This river often floods in the rainy season, and the flood will flood the surrounding woods..."

Chiwako shook his head and denied it.

"But the Yinshe River and the Red River that we passed through before, also often flooded. But the woods there are very dense."

"Then, maybe it is the divine power of the wind god, which will blow hurricanes in the midsummer season and destroy the trees along the way. I remember that the summer wind in this area is very strong, and the coast will be affected."

"The summer winds were strong as we walked. The land of Vastek was also swept by the hurricane, but the trees were still high."

"Well...it may also be manipulated by the **** of the earth. Underground in this area, there will be deep wells that emit black oil. That kind of black oil was used when we repaired ships before. Where the black oil came out, trees would It's hard to grow."

"No. There's a lot of black oil in Vastek..."

"...Yeah! That can only be a divine disaster six hundred years ago!"

Under a series of questions from the old militia, Tikaro's divine and wise head still failed to withstand the test. He couldn't help but miss Orosh, the once simple jaguar warrior. The same is "simple", the jaguar warriors are genuine, and the old militia in front of them are completely fake!

"Divine Disaster? Divine Disaster... What is it?"

"Uh... calamity, I don't know either. It could be decades of floods, it could be decades of drought, it could be decades of war, it could be..."

Speaking of this, Tikalo paused slightly. With some fear from the bottom of his heart, he told the last record that made the ancestors desperate.

"...The rain of stars falling from the sky!"

"Hey! Star Rain?"

Hearing this, the old militiaman opened his eyes wide and took a deep breath.

"How can the stars in the sky fall?"

"Because the gods were angry, the gods died, and the stars fell!"

Tikalo pursed his lips, recalled it hard for a while, and then said in a low voice.

"The specific process, the ancestors did not say too much. There is only such an epic..."

Hearing such a top secret, everyone from the flagship came together to listen to Ticarlo's story. Tikaro's eyebrows were lowered, his words were faint, and even his voice had the coldness of death.

"...Angry gods, drop the burning stars. The stars fall like fire from the sky, igniting everything that is unclean! The forests are burning, the farmland is burning, the city-states are burning. And after the gorgeous burning, the sky is full of Dust, and unspeakable cold. The white ashes will fall, the corn will die, and people will be naked and frozen in the temple... That is the most terrible disaster, the most turbulent, and can perish The whole world!..."

"Lord God! Please bless me and give me light and warmth!"

Hearing such a horrific description, Puap shuddered and prayed aloud. Priest Thomas also lowered his eyes and pondered. Only the old militiaman thought about it for a while, and doubts appeared in the old eyes.

"Tikalo, the burning of the sky fire will emit a lot of light and heat. But why, your ancestors said, after the sky fire, it will be terrifyingly cold? There must be something here..."

"Uh!...Captain Qi, your wisdom has surpassed mine. I...I have no answer to this question."

The corners of Tikalo's mouth twitched, and he bowed his head with a wry smile on his face.

"Perhaps, you can ask my ancestors in a dream..."

"Hey! Ancestor's blessing! Quick, look at the shore!"

At this moment, a hurried cry came out from the mouth of the mountain bird with excellent eyesight, full of anxiety. He is not very interested in the divine disaster of the southern tribes. After all, in the winter of the Northern Continent, white divine disasters are everywhere, and they will even last for half a year!

His eyes have been carefully observing the southeast walled city~www.readwn.com~ In his eagle-like eyes, he can clearly see that a group of wandering tribesmen stopped and looked at the coast in surprise. . Afterwards, the group of tribesmen rushed out like rabbits and reported to the prairie city.

Then, not long after, a blue smoke rose! Hundreds of tribal warriors, carrying spears and darts on their backs, howled and poured out from the back of the prairie city, like a group of hounds, finding their hunting target.

"Four hundred, eight hundred, one thousand two hundred, one thousand six hundred, two thousand!..."

Dark Snake widened his eyes, desperately estimated for a while, and screamed.

"Ah! More than two thousand tribal warriors are coming towards the fleet! They still have hundreds of canoes!..."

"Damn! Where did this Mayan tribe come from? It moves like the wind, and it gathers so fast!"

Ash Earth Puap was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it. He was sluggish for a few breaths, and immediately blew the snail horn on his neck, screaming mournfully.

"Everyone! Armored, bows, spears, ready for battle!"