Aztec Eternals

Calavia sailed upstream to explore this ancient continent that had not changed for millions of years. It represents the Westerners to rediscover and occupy the world. New great geographic discoveries also mean great geographic possession.

Bruno looked at both sides of the river, and there were endless dense rainforests on the shore. In the rainforest, there are hidden cooking smoke, all kinds of novel plants and beasts, and the overwhelming mosquito swarms also have vague peeping eyes.

Most of these onlookers were only wearing simple grass skirts and turbans of unknown meaning, and they held iron farm implements or weapons in their hands. They looked at the big ship and the white-skinned people on the ship curiously, not knowing what the arrival of these people meant.

The sailboat came back to the position of the village by the river, where the indigenous warriors and warriors had dispersed. Paul looked fiercely at the nearby village.

"Foda-se! The samurai with feathers is gone, Brother Bruno, let's go ashore!"

His face was pale, because he had a low-grade fever and chills for no apparent reason recently. But a heart longing for a happy life is still eager to try.

"Paul, you should rest for a while. Half of the sailors on board are not feeling well recently. There are only 20 of us now, so it's better to be cautious."

Bunuuru shook his head. The disparity in strength is the only reason that prevents them from starting.

"Foda-se! Tenhosaudades!" Paul looked helplessly at the village by the river, where there were many attractive golden lights that could be seen but not touched. He was gloomy.

The boat continued to move forward. After another two days, the terrain gradually increased, and the upper reaches seemed to be a plateau. The jungles on both sides of the strait are slightly sparser, and the villages are denser. At noon, many people hid in the woods and by the river to avoid the hot sun, grabbing and eating insects, cassava and tropical fruits.

The big boat on the river also attracted the attention of more tribal warriors. They moved upstream with the boat and shouted at the white-skinned people on the boat. Without receiving any response, the elite indigenous warrior pulled up the single bow and shot iron arrows in vain at the large ship a few hundred meters away.

The Caravel sailboat may have broken into an important place, and there are more and more tribe warriors on the river bank. Bunolu counted that there were two or three hundred young warriors with wooden shields and iron spears, and more than forty senior warriors wearing chicken feathers.

Looking at the hundreds of soldiers gathered by the river bank, a flickering iron cold light, Paul shivered suddenly. His body is a little weak now, and he has some headaches, and the natives in front of him have long exceeded the expedition team's ability to cope.

Soon, a dozen small boats appeared in the upper reaches of the river. The small boats were a quarter of the height of a Caravor, and each carried five or six warriors. These ships were little threat to the Caravelle unless too many boats besieged them and they lost their speed and were forced to take over.

Bruno remained cautious and careful. He sent the Feng translator and one of the most current sailors out in a small boat, and asked them to bring gifts of glass beads to express the kindness of the explorers.

Soon, the boat returned with an interpreter and sailors, as well as a brightly dressed native warrior. He wears a bright red turban, an ornate yellow robe, a string of rubies around his neck, and an interlaced "X"-shaped blue tie around his chest, a symbol of dignity. He was empty-handed to show goodwill, and behind his back was a large bow, two iron javelins, and an iron short knife at his waist.

Bruno's eyes were immediately attracted to the ruby ​​necklace. He quickly calculated that the string of gems equaled a country estate or a large house in downtown Lisbon. With enough wealth, he can return to high society and enjoy a fine feast, docile servants and a comfortable life of hunting on horseback.

"Friendly foreigners, the front is already the sacred residence of Mwene Congo, the descendant of the gods. You can't continue to move forward. If you want to meet the great Mwene Congo, you must abandon the boat and walk under the guidance of the samurai!" The noble indigenous warrior announced loudly, and the Feng tribe translator was doing difficult translation beside him.

Bunolu thought for a moment, then brought Paul and the ten most skilled sailors. Leave the remaining nine on the sailboat and stop at the widest part of the river just in case.

The Congolese are very friendly. There are indigenous people who drive small boats and bring roasted cassava beans and fresh bananas to the sailors on board. Sailors gave back glittering glass **** and some small carved wooden crosses. The two get along very harmoniously.

"What is this cross?" The noble indigenous warrior looked at the small object in his hand curiously. He also saw a similar item around Bruno's neck, and it was also made of silver.

"This is the redemption of the Lord Christ! It is the cross carried by the holy Son of God for the redemption of his own people. It will save our souls. Faith in God is the only right way! Our journey is also to seek the East and find the Cross of Faith. Kingdom of John!"

Surrounded by hundreds of tribal warriors, Bunolu patiently explained the belief of the cross to the pagan warriors. The Feng nationality translator scratched his head, and he also had a wooden cross around his neck, and immediately tried to relay it according to his own understanding.

"This is the magic weapon of the **** of the cross stone pillar! It is a spiritual magic weapon made by the son of the **** with his own holy blood before he died. It can protect your soul voodoo and prevent him from being sucked by the voodoo priest. The magic power of the **** of the cross stone pillar. Boundless! This time we are also going to the east to find another tribe that believes in the **** of the cross and stone pillar!"

It turned out to be a soul magic weapon! The noble indigenous warrior was instantly in awe, equating this cross with the skull magic weapon in the hands of the voodoo priest and the voodoo doll. The fear of voodoo priests' spiritism has long been deeply buried in the hearts of every native of Central and West Africa.

The indigenous warrior thought for a while, carefully stuffed the cross into the inner lapel of his clothes, shut up and stopped talking.

A few days later, Paul became even more listless. He felt feverish or cold from time to time, and he was obviously a little weak.

A group of people walked along the road in the jungle and went to the depths of the east. Finally one day, a tall flat-topped mountain appeared in the distance. From the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, a huge city can be seen faintly.

"Foda-se! It's the devil's land!" The fever came again, and Paul wiped the sweat from his face. Even as strong as him, it is a little unbearable now.

"Yeah, it's really hot." Bruno also wiped the sweat from his forehead. The sun in Central Africa was so hot that it would cook him. "Fortunately we are finally here! Mbanza King Kong!"

Mbanza King Kong is such a huge city, with dense wooden buildings and caves carved out of the mountains all over the place, and the residents who come and go come and go, wearing all kinds of bright clothes. Tamed elephants are occasionally seen. It is perhaps the largest town in Africa below the equator.

Bruno gave a rough estimate of the size of the city. It is estimated that there are more than 30,000 people, which is half of Lisbon! He followed the noble Aboriginal warriors, with some amazement, through the hustle and bustle to the palace in the middle of the city, where hundreds of strong Aboriginal warriors were stationed.

The Royal Palace is the tallest stone building in the city, located on a hilltop. The stone walls are carved with all kinds of strange patterns, and there are also twisted red and yellow square patterns. The top of the wall also hangs the skulls of various animals, especially the largest and most liger skulls, which seems to be some kind of majestic way.

Looking at the dense rows of animal skulls and hollow eyes, Bruno and Paul shuddered together.

"Foda-se! It's really the land of the devil, a powerful devil tribe!" Paul cursed in a low voice carefully, then looked at the feathered warriors in units of a hundred in front of him, and shuddered again.

Bruno also nodded in agreement. The two waited for a while, and the noble indigenous warrior finally came out again, leading the aliens and indigenous translators in, and the king had already learned of their arrival.

Entering the palace, Bruno and Paul's eyes were attracted by a huge ruby ​​crown at the same time, and they invariably ignored the middle-aged black-skinned king under the crown.

The shape of the ruby ​​crown is like an upside-down giant conch, layered on top of each other, each layer is based on silver, gold is the edge, ruby ​​is the center, and the edge is surrounded by dense malachite. The Congolese tribes are the source of green malachite, where emeralds can be seen everywhere, and rubies are even more noble.

This ruby ​​tiara is completely beyond Bruno's understanding of price. He didn't know how much it was worth, but it was definitely worth a fortune.

"Foda-se! Tenhosaudades! It's a wealthy indigenous tribe, but unfortunately it's too powerful." This was the first time that Bruno, who was born a nobleman, swears swear words. His heart was in turmoil, and his face was full of shock.

The king on the throne looked at the foreigner's shocked face with satisfaction. Mwene Congo was the master of the vast land, and no one dared to question his majesty.

After a while, Bruno woke up a little from the shock, and he looked at the king on the opposite side.

The king has dark skin, sharp eyes, and is in his thirties and forties, and he wears a robe of luxurious Phoenician purple. On the king's arms were two gold cuffs set with precious stones, and the same was true on his legs. He holds a gem-encrusted spear and has a delicate war sword around his waist. Hundreds of elite samurai were lined up around him.

Seeing the sword, spear and samurai, Bruenor was completely awake. He stroked his chest with one hand, bent down, and respectfully performed the etiquette of an aristocrat.

"By the grace of God Almighty, in the name of the great King of Portugal and the Algarve, the righteous and good Joao II, I, Bruno Kang, son of the royal family, to the great King of the Congo, mighty and possessed wealth You salute!"

The Feng nationality translator nodded. He was already preparing to meet the Great Chief. There is also a translator who is familiar with Feng language on the opposite side, and the two translators salute each other. They were the first bridge of communication between the Kingdom of Portugal and the Kingdom of Congo.

"In the name of the son of Joao, the great chief of Porto who loves his guests, the master of the wine-rich lands of the ice-free harbour, under the protection of the **** of the cross stone pillar, I, Bruno Kang, the noble mother of the gods, to Mu, favored by the gods Vene Congo, the owner of 100,000 square kilometers of land, the leader of 1000000 warriors, Great Chief Nziga Nkuwu expresses his sincere submission and respectful tribute!"

At this time, the Congolese tribes still had strong matrilineal remnants, and the status of women was very noble. They served as priests, chiefs, and even co-governing queens, just like Nziga Nkuwu's mother and wife.

Afterwards, the Feng translator presented Bruno's gift to the king. A set of exquisite half-armor, a sharp noble sword, a small glass mirror, and a delicate wool blanket. This was prepared by the Portuguese royal family in advance for the powerful natives, just as they met the Songhai Kingdom for the first time.

The Congolese King Nziga Nkuvu looked at the gifts with interest.

He tested the sturdiness of the armor and the sharpness of the sword, and nodded his satisfaction. Then he looked at his face with the glass mirror, showing admiration and surprise. As for the wool blanket, the king in the tropics didn't quite understand it, but it was really soft to touch.

Of course, the wool blankets here were not deliberately contaminated with smallpox, as Western explorers would have done in the Americas in the future. Smallpox originated in Africa, and the king himself experienced the baptism of smallpox when he was young.

The Congolese King Nziga Nkuvu nodded in satisfaction. He ordered the foreign warriors to kneel, and then returned with generous gifts.

Hearing the king's order relayed by the translator, Bruno and Paul looked at each other. They looked around at the hundreds of elite warriors holding spears and sharp blades, hesitated for a moment, then knelt down and saluted. Soon, the guards, on behalf of the king, returned the foreigners with white ivory and green malachite. Seeing the expensive return gift, the two instantly forgot the humiliation when they were forced to kneel.

"By the decree of Pope Sistus IV of Rome and the King of Portugal, representative of the great Christ, we look to the east for the wealthy country of our brother who also believes in God, John the Priest, with the Gate of Alexandria and the fountain of youth, Come and fight against the evil and mighty Ottomans who obey the new moon!"

Bunolu then stated the purpose of his trip, seeking the kingdom of King John.

"The god-descendant of the God of the Cross, the grandson of the son of the high priest of the riverside city Sisdu, and the great chieftain of Porto, gave orders to the tribal warriors. They were going to the east to find another tribe that believed in the God of the Cross, the high priest-chief John John Land with stone gates and spring-warm springs, come together against the Ottomans, the mighty tribe of the moon god!"

King Nziga Nkuwu was lost in thought.

He shook his head first, because the tribe of the moon gods was obviously stronger than the tribe of the cross gods. Going north along the tributaries of the Congo River, at the end, walking for a few days overland, again along the river, until the basin of Lake Chad, full of tribes of the moon god. And along the main trunk of the Congo River to the east, on the shore of the Great Lake and eastward, through the rift and mountains, through the jungle to the coast, is still the tribe of the moon god.

There are so many tribes of Moon God and so powerful! As in voodoo belief, the real moon is far greater than the real wooden cross. How can the tribe of the Crucifixion God defeat them!

The king then nodded again, because he had indeed heard the high priest speak of the tribe of the **** of the cross. Follow the Congo River all the way east, land at the Great Lakes, cross the rift valley, and turn to the White Nile. But after ten days, landing to the east, you will be able to reach the edge of the tribe of the God of the Cross Pillar. But if you continue to the north along the river, it will be the incomparably powerful tribe of the gods of the moon god.

"Mwene Congo, favored by the gods, knows the tribe of the gods of the cross and stone pillars in the far east, where there are stone buildings, warm springs, and the tribe of gods of the gods of the moon!" The king's translator respectfully recounted.

"The great King of Congo knows the kingdom of Priest John, where there is the Gate of Alexander and the Fountain of Youth, as well as the evil and powerful Ottomans!" The Feng priest also reverently recounted.

Bunolu opened his mouth in surprise, the happiness came so suddenly and unexpectedly. The dark-skinned earth king actually knew about the kingdom of King John! Starting from Prince Enrique, it has been a whole decade and a whole generation of exploration. They finally fulfilled the Pope's command today, and maybe they will be canonized for this great discovery! They have finally fulfilled the king's order, and they will be rewarded for it!

Bruno burst into tears with excitement. He suppressed the heat in his heart and carefully asked the king if there was any token that he could bring back to his life.

King Nziga Nkuwu nodded, feeling quite emotional about the loyalty of the alien tribal warriors. He thought about it, this kind of distant magic weapon may only be found in the voodoo high priest. He also heard the news of the various tribes on the mainland from the mouth of the voodoo high priest when he was a child.

"My samurai, go to the voodoo high priest and ask for the magic weapon of the God of the Cross and Stone Pillar." The king ordered, and the samurai who obeyed the order trembled and his eyes were full of fear, but he went anyway.

Thinking of the voodoo high priest, the king couldn't help but tremble in his heart. The skinny old woman has lived far too long. She was alive when her grandfather was born. Her grandfather died, but she is still alive. Her father is dead, she is still alive. Maybe, when she is dead, she will still be alive.

The people of the kingdom are so in awe of this withered old voodoo high priest, it is said that she can use a powerful magic weapon to absorb people's vitality and soul voodoo to maintain her eternal life. The voodoo high priest and the twelve priests are also like an unshakable mountain, firmly suppressing the power of the king.

The voodoo high priest lives in the jungle far away from the city, and the messenger needs two days to go back and forth.

Bruno lived in the side hall of the palace, continuing to talk with the powerful king, while preaching the power and mercy of God. He sent a sailor to inform the sailboat. Others stayed here for two days, and by the way, Paul and several sailors who were unwell could have a good rest.

"You mean, in your tribe, the great chiefs are all male, and can pass the honor to their sons and grandsons from generation to generation?" In the stone hall, King Nziga Nkuwu asked in surprise .

After listening to the translation, Bruno nodded. Most of the feudal thrones were passed on to males.

"You also said that in your tribe of the cross stone pillar, the high priest cannot control the affairs of the tribe, and the high chief does not need the priests to vote for election?" The king was still surprised and couldn't believe it.

Bruno continued to nod. The tribe here is still using the long-abandoned democratic election system for elders, and has not embraced the powerful centralized kingship. It is a barbaric and backward tribe.

King Nziga Nkuwu's eyes flickered. He was thinking about the teachings of the God of the Cross and Stone Pillar. He felt that the God of the Cross and Stone Pillar was indeed a lot more merciful than the voodoo reverence of fetishism.

At this time, a little boy in a fancy dress ran over. The boy was dark-skinned and unusually lively. He has a pair of smart eyes, and there is a strong curiosity in his eyes. King Nziga Nkuwu put his hand on his head dotingly.

"Father, I heard that there are a few white-skinned aliens here today?! Ah, so white!"

The little boy looked at Bruno's floury skin in surprise, and was about to reach out to touch it.

Bruno's heart moved. He looked at the little boy's delicate face and clothes, smiled sincerely, stretched out his big white hand, and kindly held the other's black little hand in his hand.

"Who is this little angel?"

"This is my favorite eldest son, the future heir of the country, Mbemba Nzinga!" The king also had a sincere smile on his face. He loves his eldest son and yearns for his smooth succession to the throne.

Bruno was taken aback. He gritted his teeth, reluctantly removed the silver cross necklace from his neck, looked at the king who smiled and nodded, and wrapped the silver cross necklace around Mbemba Nzinga's neck.

"Blessed Mother of Mercy!" Bruno drew a prayer cross on his chest, "This child will surely become a great, merciful and holy king in the future!"

The king looked at the silver cross and smiled meaningfully. The little boy also looked at the cross on his neck curiously, and he also smiled happily.

"Mbemba Nzinga." Bruno chanted this name in his heart. He didn't know why, but he thought of the deceased former Portuguese King Alfonso.

Two more days passed, and Bruno took care of the three sailors who were completely ill in the palace of the King of Congo. However, after two days of torture, Paul, the once fierce sailor, has completely changed his mind.

Paul was lying on the bed in extreme pain, constantly tossing and moaning, twitching unconsciously all over his body. His face was red, his breath was short, he had a fever for five hours, and herpes appeared on his lips and nose, but he was still trying to protect the front of his chest with his right hand.

In Paul's mouth, he kept muttering: "Foda-se! Terradodiabo! Devil's land! Water, water, give me water!"

Bruno sighed and tried to pour some water into Paul's mouth. He knew that soon Paul would vomit all the water so that the king's palace had servants to clean it.

At this moment, the Feng nationality translator came over. The translator glanced at Paul, and he was all too familiar with this curse. It was the threshold of life and death that every black African must go through, and it was the choice of the ancestor gods. Looking at the intensity of this curse, it is far more severe than what I had when I was a child.

He shook his head and looked at Bruno carefully.

"My lord, the king is looking for you, saying that he got the token of the kingdom of John from the voodoo high priest."

Hearing this good news, Bruno finally regained his spirits. He nodded and walked quickly to meet the king.

"This is a cross instrument brought by the voodoo high priest, from the cross stone pillar tribe in the east. UU read www.uukanshu.com" The king asked an ancient stone cross to be handed over to Bruno.

Bruno looked at the cross carefully. The shape of this cross was obviously different from that of the Orthodox Church. It had intricate patterns and sharp corners. It looked like a large cross, plus four small crosses at the four corners. Engraved in the middle are tangled lines, like the leaves of a flower. On the stone pillar of the cross, there is also a line of Geese letters that Bruno could not recognize.

Bruno excitedly held the ancient cross in his hand, and moved to tears. After a long voyage and slaughter, boundless rainforest and disease, he finally found the trace of the kingdom of John in the land shrouded by the devil!

"Dear Captain Diogo Kang, we have finally discovered the traces of John's kingdom! The merciful Mother of God bless us!"

When this news is sent back to the Kingdom of Portugal, the rogue Columbus of the commercial city-state can also get out of the way. This thought flashed through Bruno's mind inexplicably.

Of course, Bruno at this time did not know that in the far east, the mighty Kingdom of John, the brothers who believed in God, who were waiting for them and their descendants to continue to search, were Ethiopians on the plateau!

It was the direct descendant of King Solomon of Israel and the Queen of Sheba, the Solomon dynasty that ruled the Ethiopian plateau. The only cross in the new moon sea, an ancient dynasty that lasted for two thousand years!

King Nziga Nkuwu nodded, not paying too much attention to Bruno's reaction. He hesitated for a moment, and after repeated consideration, he finally dared not disobey the request of the voodoo high priest.

"The elder venerable voodoo high priest who rules the soul heard of your arrival, and she asked you to come and meet!"

The king looked at these foreigners who believed in alien gods and sighed slightly.