Aztec Eternals

The long night was long, and it was already deep without realizing it. The jungle is quiet, and there are faintly a flock of young birds. The bonfire gradually burned out, and everyone's expressions changed, their thoughts were ups and downs, and their hearts were on the East China Sea.

Tikaro lowered his eyebrows, bowed respectfully, and asked with a smile.

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

Hearing this, Priest Tomat's eyes flashed and he gave Tikalo a deep look.

"Tikalo, you should know that His Highness values ​​three things. Why didn't you tell His Highness in person when you were in Mizugu City? Your Highness will definitely reward you. You can ask His Highness for what you want!"

Hearing this, Tikalo raised his eyes, smiled, and said nothing. Priest Tomat regards His Highness as a divinely inspired prophet, the supreme king. But in his heart, after all, he was a once naive young man, and the young man could not let him rely on him. And now, His Highness has become a ruthless king, and the king is even less able to make him trust.

"The bargaining chip in my hand can only be used once! ... A **** feud, such a cunning opponent. How can I rely on the king's will and count on the reward of the superior?"

Ticarlo's thoughts flowed and he remained silent. Priest Tommat looked at it for a while, and then he understood something. He shook his head secretly, looked solemn, and spoke again.

"Tikalo. The kingdom of Mayapan has ruled the lowlands for more than 200 years, even if it is only the king of the Maya in name, even if it has been destroyed for many years... The heritage of the kingdom will inevitably remain. You should have more in your hands. Yes, the price that can be paid!"

"Um..."

Tikalo bowed his head slightly, avoiding the piercing gaze of Priest Tomat. Priest Tommat didn't let him go, grabbing his arm with his hand.

"hiss!"

Ticaro's arm hurt, his eyelids jumped, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Priest Tomat, you!..."

"Hand over it!"

Priest Tomat's eyes were stern, staring into the eyes of the Mayan merchant, threateningly.

"Hand it over! Witness of the Lord God! What you dedicate to God will definitely be doubled back! What you dedicate to the kingdom will definitely be doubled back to the remnants of Mayapan! ... How long is it, you are still so hesitant The bet has already begun! If you don't even dare to put all the bets on you, would you still want to sway the huge Xiu family?"

"I... this... Priest Tomat..."

Facing the pressing Tomat priest, Tikalo sweated on his forehead. Now it was his turn to feel the fierceness of the priest and the majesty of the Lord God.

"You can only rely on the kingdom! Not with such ridiculous calculations, but wholeheartedly devote yourself to 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 Power and force!"

"Within a few years, the Holy Eagle Marshal Bertard will bring thousands of elite warriors to the sea! And the Holy Eagle Warrior Commander is not only brave and skilled, but also wise. At that time, even the huge Xiu will come. The family is definitely unable to resist the kingdom!  …”

Speaking of this, Priest Tommat's eyes were sharp, like eagle eyes, straight into Tikalo's eyes and heart.

"The kingdom is so powerful that it doesn't need the help of the remnants of Mayapan to defeat the Xiu family! Tikalo, if you don't put enough bets now, at that time, no matter who the land of Mayapan will be handed over, it will be with you. It doesn't matter! If you want to take back the ancestral land, this price is not enough, far from enough!"

"...Ancestral Land, Mayapan...Stakes..."

Tikalo closed his eyes, but the words of Priest Tommat kept reverberating in his heart. After a while, he let out a long sigh.

"Hey! Priest Tomat, you are as sharp as an obsidian dagger, and you are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

Tikalo smiled wryly. He opened his eyes, looked into each other's eyes, and sighed. After a while, the Mayan merchant also looked solemn and replied in a deep voice.

"The Lord God witnesses, we will bet everything! Priest Tomat, this time to Cuba, the fleet can bring Mayapan's flag and battle clothes, borrowing the kingdom's reputation back then. Although it has been fifty years, the local There must be some people who remember the former kingdom, especially the tribes in the west. And the Xishan tribe who once surrendered to Mayapan will also provide convenience for the lake kingdom’s foothold in Cuba!”

"Oh? Borrowing the reputation of the kingdom of Mayapan? To facilitate the initial mutual trust and foothold?"

Hearing this, Priest Tomat's expression moved. He looked at the unique "big" family crest on Tikalo and Tiakin, and nodded slowly.

"Very good! What else?"

"..."

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

"The Kingdom of Mayapan has formed a fleet and made a long voyage. In addition to going east to Cuba, we have also explored along the coast and all the way to the south. Starting from the highland Maya, near Copan, and going south, it is the long and winding south. coastal..."

"First came the Chóorti? (now Honduras), who were rich in jade and pepper-like, then the Nicanahuac (niahuac, Nicaragua), who produced spices, and then the Cueva, who produced pottery in the jungle. People (Cueva, Panama) ... and finally the Chibcha (now north of Colombia) with gold."

Speaking of this, Tikalo paused slightly. This route was a hundred years ago. In the rest of Mayapan, there are only some accounts and charts left, and there have long been no translators and sailors familiar with the route. However, in front of Priest Tomat, he still had to be confident.

"Respected Priest Tomat, I know His Highness's aspirations! He must 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 it to His Highness in person. !"

Hearing this, Priest Thomas was silent. The Cuban nautical chart in his hand is very abstract, and the recorded text is also the Mayan language unique to the Cocom family. If there is no explanation from someone who knows the inheritance, it will be like a whiteboard. And the chart to the south must be the same.

"Very good! Tikalo, you have proved your worth and changed your destiny... Any more?"

"...Have!"

Tikalo gritted his teeth and spoke fiercely. This time, he was really like a gambler, placing all his bets and handing over his fate to the kingdom.

"We also have several old boatmen handed down from the kingdom, who are familiar with the making of sails and the reinforcement of the hull. The kingdom's longboats use almost the best materials, but there are still many deficiencies in the hull. After all, unlike inland river boats, they have to resist wind and waves. And the shape and angle of the sails should also affect the speed of the boat... I don't know the specifics, but the ships of the Mayan merchant fleet are much cheaper than the kingdom ships. , even faster."

Speaking of this, Tikalo's eyes flickered. He arranged for the Mayan merchant ships to follow the kingdom's fleet all the way. Many arrangements along the way rely on local acquaintances to pass on the message to the fleet behind...

"good very good!"

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

"What else? Take it out!"

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

Tikaro was covered in sweat, looking at the tomato priest who was almost pressed against him, and smiled reluctantly.

"The Cocom royal family has inherited the best bee species and mastered unique beekeeping techniques. The tribe can dedicate the best bee species and bee slaves to His Royal Highness! You must know that 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 Thomas touched his chin thoughtfully.

The Mayan beekeeping technology has always been mastered by the aristocrats of various tribes, and has never been released to the outside world. They will have bee slaves who serve from generation to generation, pass it on from generation to generation, and cultivate 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, and fresh high-quality honey can be produced stably... Maybe it will please His Highness.

"Not bad! Also..."

"No more! No more!"

The Mayan merchant Tikalo shook his head desperately, pushing the Tomat priest away. He took a breath, sweating like rain, and regret immediately arose in his heart.

"No! How can I hand over the last heritage of the Kecom family to the kingdom..."

"No! You must have!"

Priest Tommat narrowed his eyes and scolded sharply, with a force that could not be disobeyed.

"The Cocom family, there is a necessary price to ensure the trust of the kingdom!"

"Huh? What?"

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

The corner of Priest Tommat's mouth twitched, and he pointed at the young goddess Tiagin.

"I don't want yours, I want his!"

"Ah! Ah this..."

Ticarlo was in a panic, and he didn't know how to argue. He knew that this was asking for protons, but there were only a dozen or so members left in the Kecom family. As for the descendants of the direct line, there are very few...

"...that... the little prince is still young, and the little princess is only two or three years old... can we wait a few more years..."

"Uncle, what does Priest Tommat want?"

Seeing this scene, the young goddess Tiakin couldn't bear it any longer and asked.

"he wants..."

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

"I want the future of the Kecom family... the direct descendant of the Serpent God..."

"..."

The young godborn bowed his head and bit his lip tightly until it was 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 his enemies today, and thought about many, many more...

Under the silent gaze of everyone, Tiagin stretched out his hand and shook the sun talisman that Priest Tomat had put on him between his neck. 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'll give it to you! ... When the kingdom's fleet returns, I'll send the eldest son and the youngest daughter to the kingdom!"

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

"I'm getting old... and he... grown up... Mayapan's last sun..."

"Quick! Quick! Carry the spears given to us by the Nava Kingdom, and put on the captured Xiebum armor, and we have to leave quickly!..."

Tiakin has no time to be sentimental. His eyes were flashing with great ambition, and his face was full of high-spirited fighting spirit. He urged him again and again, commanding more than 300 tribal warriors, carrying 600 bronze spears, 100 bronze axes, and 20 leather armors supported by Priest Tommat. The investment of this kingdom is exactly the same as the one sent in the Puton tribe.

"This battle has been won, and it has yielded a lot! Not only did it kill the prince of the Xiu family, but also killed more than 300 of the most elite Xiu warriors. What's more, the tribe has won the support of the Western Nava Kingdom! Etc. Back among the tribe, my prestige and prestige..."

Thinking of this, the young goddess was excited. He thought for a moment, and then ordered again.

"Quick! Bring the head of the Prince of Xiu, Hutur! The Navas don't want it, just bring it back to the tribe to boost everyone's spirits! After so many years, the tribe needs a lot of good news!..."

"Blessed by the Serpent God! Listen to you, Respected Sun!"

"No, it is the blessing of the Lord God!"

Tiakin sternly corrected. If the snake **** cannot bring power, then believe in a more powerful main god. Only with enough power can we take revenge and take back the ancestral land, no matter what the cost!

"Very good! Lord God bless!"

Priest Tommat nodded in satisfaction. Tiakin's words were actually repeated in his accent, in Nahua language. He pondered for a moment, and asked Puap to bring a set of bronze armor and a scripture to Tiakin again. This is the first Mayan chief and priest who converted to the Lord God, and it is also a precious seed of fire, which cannot be easily lost.

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

Tiakin took the bronze armor suspiciously, reached out to caress, and then stabbed with a dagger, his face quickly showing ecstasy. He bowed his head and prayed sincerely to Priest Tomat and the mighty Lord God.

"Praise the Lord God Huitzilopochtli! She is supreme, she rules all things, and she is omnipotent!"

"Good! Excellent!"

Priest Tommat stretched out his hand, rubbed Tiakin's divine head kindly, and said the last blessing.

"The Lord God will bless the pious you! Under the glory of the Lord God, and under your leadership, the Kecom family will rise again, in the name of God!"

The long ship raised its sails, and the fleet was ready to set sail again under the moonlight. The Mayan merchant Ticaro looked towards the shore, watching his nephew Tiakin go away, his heart suddenly tangled. He came to the side of the boat and shouted to the shore.

"Akin! Hutuer is dead, and Huopan will be crazy next time! Remember, take the clan to migrate again, to the hinterland of the Kapoor clan! Don't directly confront the Shiu clan! ... Did you hear that? ?"

Tikalo's cry echoed on the seashore and fell in the ears of the Mayapan warriors. Everyone looked up together and watched the lonely goddess leave in the Nahua boat, like a sacrifice to the gods. Tiakin stared blankly, nodded blankly, and his eyes were inexplicably moist.

"Uncle... I know..."

Nephew Tiakin's voice was very low, but Ticarlo seemed to hear it. He stood on the side of the boat with a smile on his lips, watching the tribe move away from his eyes and become him again. The lonely old Mayan sea turtle, swimming among the ferocious Nava crocodiles, is always smiling with confidence and trembling in his heart. Who else can understand him?

The Mayan merchant Tikalo lowered his eyes and sighed in his heart. With a self-conscious smile on his face, he turned around, only to see another intelligent "old turtle". The old militiaman Chiwako was two steps away, holding a spear, and was leading a few sailors with spears, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Ah? Dear Captain Chiwako, what do you have to do with me..."

"Take him!"

The sailors swarmed up and pushed Tikalo to the ground. Then, a few ropes were tied up, firmly, like tying a wild deer.

"Go! Keep him in the bottom barn below deck!"

The old militia's Chiwa subjects were bright and deep, and the UU reading www.uukanshu.com looked stern. He looked at the two teenagers beside him and commanded in a deep voice.

"Dark Snake, Didi, give me a good look at him! Before arriving in Cuba, he is not allowed to have contact with anyone!"

"Yes! Father Captain!"

The two nodded, with excitement on their faces. This was the first time they had taken on an important responsibility. The old militia nodded with a smile, rubbed the heads of the two, and was about to leave. After walking a few steps, he remembered something again and turned his head to command.

"By the way! This hairless fox is the best at talking. You pull a piece of cotton cloth and stuff it in his mouth, and get two **** of cotton and stuff it in your ears. Don't let him speak except when he's eating!"

"Listen to you, Captain Dad!"

The clear 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, and the galaxy rolled over again. And the fleet set off leisurely, along the dreamlike galaxy, leaving the deep jungle, leaving the tail of the demon, and disappearing under the eastern moonlight.

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