Aztec Eternals

Chapter 77: The Epilogue of the Year 1482 AD - The Blessing of the Ancestral God

Hearing the king's words, Bruno was a little repulsive: Going to meet a pagan voodoo high priest on the native land? It's the equivalent of meeting an apostle of Satan in the devil's land, fraught with perils of soul fall!

King Nziga Nkuwu saw the foreigner's hesitation. He thought for a moment and persuaded.

"I heard that your friends are going through the curse of the ancestor gods. This is the test of life and death! Only the voodoo high priest has the ability to help you and let you survive the test."

Hearing this, Bruno's heart moved. He remembered Paul's painful struggle, sighed softly, and nodded.

Immediately, Bruno asked the only healthy sailor to return to the ship with a mysterious cross. He led the remaining eight people to the jungle with the king and the warriors. Paul and two other sailors who were completely ill were carried by the indigenous warriors.

Under the equatorial sunshine, the three sick people were tightly wrapped in woolen blankets. They had just experienced half an hour of chills, their skin was full of goose bumps, their lips and nails were blue, their faces were as pale as snow, and their whole bodies and teeth kept shaking and shaking.

Except for Bruno, the other five sailors in the same group had similar symptoms of chills and fever, but the degree was relatively mild.

"It's the devil's curse! The merciful Virgin bless us!" Bruno once again drew a cross on his chest. He had already fully determined that there was a powerful devil lurking in this land!

After walking for more than a day, Paul once again experienced a severe and painful fever period. This time, he had a fever for a full 9 hours! In order to control his violent struggle, they had to tie him to two logs before they could move on amid his screams of pain.

After a long time, Paul finally survived the terrible fever period. He was sweating profusely, his clothes were soaking wet, the grimness on his face slowly eased, and the uncontrollable sleepiness struck, and he fell asleep peacefully on the wood carried by the natives.

"Meudeus! My God!" Bruno drew a cross, and the pagan temple and altar finally appeared in front of his eyes.

The temple is built of wood, not very tall. At the top of the temple is a voodoo symbol, a white flag that symbolizes the white witchcraft and healing of voodoo. The original meaning of voodoo "Vodu" is god, elves, that is, everything has a soul. Only by communicating the souls of all things can we influence the misfortunes and fortunes of nature.

The most obvious thing on the wall of the temple is the carving of a snake, which is the main **** of voodoo belief, the snake god. In addition, the most important soul communicator, the elves, is depicted on the walls with black paint. Elves of various shapes danced and twisted on the walls. Bruno took a closer look and felt that these elves looked like mosquitoes.

On the eaves of the temple walls hung dry animal corpses, and there was a stench in the air. These are the raw materials of voodoo that are being processed, such as the body-exciting dry python and the eagle corpse that transfers the devil's soul. , the feathers of vultures against black magic, the tails of elephants that bless their journeys, the dried lizards for medicine...

Bruno kept calling out to God in his heart, while secretly looking at the pagan temple. He was choked by a strong corpse smell, covering his nose, he turned his head and finally found the main source of the corpse odor: the altar.

The altar in front of the temple has three floors, and on the top are the carcasses of sacrificed animals. Countless giant mosquitoes and flies converged on the corpse, covering it with a thick squirming coating. It took Bruenor a while to identify it before he was sure that the sacrifice was a black goat. The voodoo symbol of the black goat is the gestation of the offspring, the favorite sacrifice of all African tribes, and the origin of the black goat in the later Cthulhu mythology.

At the four corners of the altar were four spears, and on top of the spears were four dried human heads. The dark heads also had gray hair, and the old and grim face quietly looked at Bruno. The son of the nobility was terrified.

Bruno was full of fear, and couldn't help but look closely. The second floor was filled with a dozen or so withered and old human heads, most of which had been turned into skulls over a long period of time. The third layer is the head of countless monkeys and orangutans, with human-like faces, each of which has a different expression, or strange grins, or unbearable sadness, more of which are wide-eyed faces. Terrified.

"This is the altar of voodoo. The noble voodoo high priest sacrificed black goats to the elf voodoo, praying for the prosperity of the tribe's descendants! These four heads are the four most powerful priests of black witchcraft in the nearby tribes. They were executed by powerful voodoo high priests, who contributed their mana-filled heads as a medium for communicating with elf voodoo.

The dozen or so skulls on the second floor are all from evil black witch priests, which are used to strengthen the mana of the altar. And the hundreds of heads on the third floor are from monkeys and orangutans, they are used to attract the convergence of voodoo elves... The great high priest of voodoo shelters the tribe with white witchcraft, she is the incarnation of elves in the world! "

The king's translation loudly declared with awe and pride that this was the greatest voodoo high priest of the sheltered kingdom, who protected the tribe's people from generation to generation.

"This is the altar of Satan. The evil and powerful apostles of Satan sacrifice the souls of humans and animals to Satan in exchange for the reproduction of the tribe's descendants! These four heads are the sons of the most powerful demons in the nearby tribe. They use their evil and powerful head, and open the door to hell.

The dozen or so skulls on the second floor are descendants of powerful demons, supporting the passage of demons to the human world. The third layer is the head of monkeys and orangutans, which provides the convergence of mana for black magic... The terrible Satan apostle covers this land with black magic, she is the spokesperson of the devil in the world!"

When the translated words came into Bunolu's ears, he automatically converted the native language into his own understanding. He tried to grab the silver cross on his chest, only to find that it had already been given to Mbemba Nzinga. In the end, he could only draw a cross on his chest in fear and trembling.

"Meudeus! Almighty God! Grant me the power to conquer evil. I pray to you, pray for your blessing, and make a promise of fidelity. I will surely return with divine power to put all devils away Send it back to **** and purify all uncleanness with fire!"

Despite the fear in his heart, Bruno moved forward bravely. When they reached the gate of the temple, there was a row of masked voodoo warriors in front of them.

The voodoo warriors held sharp iron knives and wore tight cowhide hoods with only three holes for the eyes and nose, and a pair of huge horns on the top of the hood. This masked bull head shape represents that they have dedicated everything to voodoo, no longer have self and family, and will never take off the mask again in this life.

Seeing the arrival of the king and foreigners from a distance, a voodoo priest walked out of the temple to greet the crowd. The voodoo priest wears a bright and scary red solid wood mask with a monkey skull inlaid on the top of the mask. Behind the mask are finely woven human hair braids. There are hundreds of long hair braids hanging down to the ground. I don't know how many people's raw materials were used, but it was slowly dragging on the ground at this time.

In voodoo belief, the mask is the amplification of human spiritual power, and the skull and human hair on the mask are decorations with natural power. A mask also often accompanies a voodoo priest for the rest of his life, unless she is so powerful that she no longer needs a mask.

The group entered the main hall of the temple. Bruno saw that his Feng translator suddenly trembled violently, and uncontrollable fear appeared on his face. Following the translator's gaze, he saw a row of expressionless black strong men, their faces were blue, their eyes were stiff, and their movements were slow and steady, standing quietly in front of the painting of the snake god.

"Zumbi! God of pythons, the mana that brings back the dead, the corpse!" The Feng tribe interpreter shouted to Bunoru in a low voice and trembling, saying words he couldn't understand.

Zombies have different names in different regions, it is called "Dambara" in West Africa and "Zumbi" in Central Africa Congo. It means the totem of good luck, the **** of the python, and the mana that brings back the dead, which is the most famous corpse in the voodoo culture!

In the future, when the Congolese slaves were captured by the colonists and brought to the Caribbean islands, Florida in North America, its name gradually evolved into Zuobi "Zombie", which is the American-language zombie that will be widely circulated in the future.

This kind of revived corpse really exists in history and reality, and the generally agreed view is a living person in a state of suspended animation. The spirits of these people have been destroyed by the influence of pufferfish-based psychotoxins, but their bodily functions remain intact.

They can understand the commander's words based on their previous experience, eat, drink, sleep, and live a normal life, work slowly and steadily, and deal with simple mechanical tasks. Due to the lack of exhaustion and pain, their bodies will age very quickly, usually only after a dozen years of use, they will really exhaust and die.

Bruenor didn't understand the concept of a revived corpse. Therefore, his eyes were quickly attracted by the voodoo high priest in the center of the hall.

This is an unusually old woman. She is sitting cross-legged on the ground, her head is slightly lowered, and she cannot see her face clearly. She was wearing a simple robe with an extended python and countless tiny twisted patterns on the robe. Bruno thought that these patterns were very similar to those on the temple walls, probably mosquitoes.

In front of the high priest was a huge voodoo box, and in his hand was a staff made of human bones. The top is a human skull, from the last high priest with the most powerful mana, and the handle of the staff is a human thigh bone. She placed the pale skulls of several African horse monkeys on the wooden plate for divination, and then carefully discerned the texture of the skulls under the dim candlelight.

Hearing the footsteps of everyone, the voodoo high priest raised his head. Time has taken away all the freshness from her skin, leaving her like a skeleton covered in human skin. The old skin was deeply folded, and there was no expression on his face. At this moment, she was looking at the people who came in calmly with a pair of unclouded eyes.

"Respected high priest, may voodoo be one with you." Entering the hall, the king and the warriors bowed their heads respectfully and saluted the high priest. Bruno struggled inwardly for a moment, and finally glanced at the basket of monkey heads in fear, and bowed his head to Satan's apostle.

"My children, the Ancestral God bless you!" The voodoo high priest raised the corner of his mouth and gave a kind smile. She looked at the white-skinned foreigner and looked at it carefully.

There was silence in the great hall of the temple. The king and the warriors were silent, and the Feng tribe translator was trembling all over, but he didn't make a sound.

After a long time, Paul woke up from the intermittent coma and entered a period of chills again. He was shaking all over, his teeth were chattering, and he screamed weakly and in a low voice: "Foda-se! Cold, cold, I'm so cold!"

All eyes were on Paul. Bruno finally couldn't help but speak: "Respected high priest, please help my companions heal the curse on their bodies!"

The voodoo high priest nodded slightly, and the masked priest stepped forward, grabbed Paul with both hands, and placed it in front of the high priest. Looking at Paul who was shaking and shaking, the high priest frowned slightly. She opened the voodoo box, took out a small clay pot, twisted a little powder with her fingertips, and sprinkled it lightly in the mouth of the screaming Paul.

At a speed almost visible to the naked eye, Paul quickly quieted down. A smile appeared on his hideous face, and he fell into a deep sleep again. The tribal warriors bowed their heads in fear, and Bruenor trembled in his heart.

This is a special zombie powder made by voodoo, which is mainly composed of extracted tetrodotoxin and mandala juice. To this was added skull meal from babies, ground lizards and worms, toad sap from the backs of toads. These powerful nerve and body toxins can achieve different effects such as poisoning, numbness, paralysis, suspended animation, stability, sleep aid, pain relief, etc.

Of course, the specific ratio can only be mastered by senior priests. Usually, the fresher the raw materials, the stronger the effect of the medicinal powder. The vast African land is never short of magical animals and plants.

The voodoo high priest stretched out his thin arms, lifted Paul's sleeping head, opened the sailor's eyelids with his fingers, and carefully observed the white retina. She shook her head gently.

"The power of the ancestral **** has invaded his mind. He has not survived the test of the ancestral god. This man is not saved."

Having said that, the high priest put Paul on the ground. She thought for a moment, took out a sharp sacrificial dagger, accurately captured the vein on Paul's arm, and made a slight slash. Blood immediately oozes from the wound. Seeing this scene, Bruno was impulsive. He wanted to rush to stop Satan's apostles, but soon lost the courage to face it.

The high priest took Paul's arm, stretched out his old tongue, and gently licked the blood from the wound.

"Huh? This taste..."

There was a hint of surprise on the old face of the high priest.

She thought for a while, then looked around the strangers, and found the Feng people translator who kept shaking, and smiled kindly.

"Child, come here and let me taste it."

Time has accumulated enough knowledge that the high priest can directly speak the language of the Feng people.

The Feng tribe translator suddenly lost his strength and fell to his knees all of a sudden. Shaking like chaff, he still obeyed the high priest's instructions and crawled in front of the high priest. Immediately, he seemed to remember something, tore off the cross on his chest, then bowed his head and fell to the ground, offering complete surrender.

The Voodoo High Priest dipped some zombie powder on his fingers, gently lifted the Feng translator's head, and wiped it on the tip of his nose. Soon, the Feng translation stopped shaking. He remained awake, with a happy smile on his face, docilely allowed to be manipulated by the high priest.

The voodoo high priest grabbed the Feng translator's arm and stroked it with equal precision. The bright red blood slowly oozes out, and the old tongue tastes again, carefully pondering the taste.

"Well, these foreigners...really different from us..."

The voodoo high priest then kindly looked at the Feng translation.

"Children, how long have you been in this land?"

"The days of two palms..." The Feng translator replied meekly.

"Really, is that so?... So fast... It really looks different..." The voodoo high priest thoughtfully and smiled with a deep meaning.

The voodoo high priest waved his hand and asked the Feng tribe to translate back. The translator knelt down and walked backwards, not stopping until Bruno's side. Bruno's heart trembled, and he prayed to the power of God to protect him from the manipulation of Satan's apostles.

Afterwards, the voodoo high priest waved his hand and asked the priest to bring the other aliens up one after another. She tasted the blood of the aliens in turn, and the light in her eyes became brighter. Until it was Bruno's turn.

"Child, you are very healthy! The Ancestral God did not choose you." The high priest looked at Bruno kindly and smelled his body. The Feng nationality interpreter meekly relayed it.

Bruno was trembling all over, he resisted the slippery and nauseating tongue licking his arm. God still gave him courage, and he faced Satan's apostles bravely and stubbornly.

"Your three companions have not survived the test of the ancestors. The power of the ancestors has invaded the brain. They are helpless, leave them behind. The others are still in the test of life and death. Here is a bottle of potion, drink it You can be temporarily safe for a week. Go away and don't come back. In any case, the trial of the ancestors will come, until you die, or merge with it!"

The voodoo high priest looked at Bruno kindly. The boy had the greetings of the gods on his body, temporarily delaying the coming of the ancestor gods. But in this land, everyone must experience the test of the ancestors, death or life, absolutely unavoidable!

"Your three companions have been chosen by Satan, and Satan's power has completely corrupted them. They are helpless and must sacrifice their souls to the devil. The others are also under the erosion of the devil's power. Here is the devil's potion, So that you can stay safe for a week. Leave the devil's land and don't come back. As long as you are in the devil's land, you will be eroded by the power of Satan and either die or fall into the devil's people!"

When the translated words fell into Bruno's ears, he again understood all this according to his own concept. Trembling all over, fear welling up from the depths of his heart, he reluctantly took the high priest's potion, then staggered back.

Bruno told everyone what he understood. The sailors looked at the three peaceful sailors lying down on the ground in horror, and then looked at the devil's potion in Bruno's hands with complex expressions. After hesitating for a while, the remaining five sailors drank the emerald green potion one after another, and the strange smell diffused, making people feel soothed.

The sailors were about to leave immediately, Bruno remembered something and turned around.

"I want to take the relics of my brothers."

The voodoo high priest nodded kindly.

Bruno just stepped forward. He pulled away Paul's arm that was protecting his chest, put one hand into his brother's arms and groped repeatedly, and finally found two pure gold bracelets, an ivory, and a shining peacock from his arms. stone.

The other sailors also suddenly realized that they took away the relics of the remaining two sleeping sailors.

"Paul, my brother! Don't worry, I'll find your sister and take good care of her! If she's not dead yet." Bruno promised Paul a brother's oath, and finally glanced at brother serenity sleeping, turned to leave.

The sailors almost ran away from the temple. The Feng nationality translator also quietly followed them away. The moment he left the temple and saw the sun, Bruno made a devout prayer promise to the cross in his heart.

"Meudeus! Almighty God! Forgive our sins and save us from the fires of hell. Bring all souls, especially those in need of your mercy, to heaven! I will surely bring Divine power returns to send Satan's apostles to **** forever, and let the devil's land be cleansed in flames! Tenhosaudades! Miss you! Farewell, my brother."

Looking at the aliens who ran away, remembering the pair of blood-stained gold bracelets just now, the voodoo high priest frowned. She had a foreboding feeling.

"Prepare the altar, I will hold sacrifices and divination, and ask the great ancestors about the future!" The high priest instructed to the left and right.

The priest wearing the scarlet mask respectfully saluted. She took a basket of monkey, orangutan, and leopard skulls each, and went outside to provide more mana medium to the altar.

At this time, King Nziga Nkuwu, who had been silent on the sidelines, finally asked.

"Respected voodoo high priest, what exactly is the ancestor god?"

The voodoo high priest smiled kindly.

"The Ancestral God is the master of this land and has been with us for tens of thousands of years. He can't see or touch, but he is always by our side. The Ancestral God descends with boundless might, giving us the test of life and death, and evolves during the test. Our body has evolved our blood, and our soul has also evolved. Ancestral God has long been one with us!

The Ancestral God ruthlessly tested us and mercifully protected us. He descended boundless enchantments on this warm land, promising the land to His children forever. Under the hot sun, those white-skinned foreigners cannot stay here for long, because their bodies cannot survive the test of the ancestors, this is the land given to us by the ancestors! "

Having said that, the voodoo high priest stood up, held a human bone staff and a powerful voodoo box, and slowly walked towards the altar outside the main hall. The priests of the temple took off the clothes of the three foreigners, and then commanded the revived corpse. These expressionless strong men slowly picked up the sleeping naked foreigner and followed closely behind the high priest.

The king also took the warriors and followed silently.

The altar has been cleaned, the black goat has been removed, and the bottom floor is full of skulls of various animals. The masked priest directed the revived corpse to place a comatose white-skinned alien on the top of the altar.

The voodoo high priest opened the voodoo box, gently took out a bottle of powder, and poured it on his right hand. The powders are made from male mosquitoes, with the addition of unknown herbs.

The voodoo high priest stretched out his right hand toward the sky, and countless blood-sucking female mosquitoes gathered. Her right hand was instantly covered by mosquitoes, and more mosquitoes gathered and swirled around her, forming a black mist visible to the naked eye. These mosquitoes were unexpectedly docile, not sucking blood, but peacefully accompanying the high priest. The flying of the mosquito swarm brought the breeze, blowing the vestments of the high priest, as if accompanying the messenger of God.

The king and the warriors bowed their heads in fear and saluted the voodoo high priest. The voice of the high priest seemed to come from the distant wind.

"Look, these beautiful spirits, these messengers of the ancestral gods. In the warm sun, by the quiet pools of The test of the ancestors of all people, let the people of the ancestors stay, and take the foreigners away forever. The elves will never stop guarding our land!"

A very bright smile appeared on the old face of the voodoo high priest. She drank a bottle of divination potion in one gulp, the hallucinogenic mushrooms and herbs confounded her eyes, and the mosquito swarms flew in strange and inexplicable shapes.

"Let's start!" the high priest called softly.

The voodoo priest with the red mask raised the sacrificial dagger without hesitation, and drew bloodstains on the face, arms, chest, and thighs of the first white-skinned foreigner. The **** smell immediately dissipated.

The mosquito swarm gathered beside the high priest paused neatly, then turned around abruptly and rushed towards the foreign sacrifice on the altar. The white skin was covered by the black mosquito swarm almost instantly, and the mosquito swarm danced wildly in the air, sucking fresh blood.

The eyes of the voodoo high priest were psychedelic, and the dance of the mosquito swarm was like a blurry picture. In the boundless hallucination, she saw the white-skinned terror coming from the northwest, riding a huge sailboat with a roaring weapon that could breathe fire, brutally destroying everything along the coast. Then they went ashore, greedily robbing the riches of the land, gold, silver, precious stones, ivory, and spices.

"Really, is that so?... The white-skinned aliens are about to come from the sea... They bring merciless slaughter and destruction... They plunder the riches of the land..."

Mosquito swarms **** the sleeping aliens frantically at a speed of 40 milliliters per second. The total amount of blood in the human body is only 5,000 milliliters, but in just two minutes, the aliens were calmly and peacefully turned into mummified corpses in the anesthetic toxins secreted by mosquitoes. The mosquito swarm gradually calmed down from the frenzy.

"Not enough, not enough, go on, I want to see more!"

The second sacrifice was also sent to the altar. It was also covered with wounds, and was also covered in black by the mosquito swarm. The changing shapes continued to dance in the sky.

The voodoo high priest saw the hallucination again. White-skinned aliens occupied the inland towns, and then fell to the test of the ancestors. They evacuated the rainforest in embarrassment, shouted the land of the devil, and then took away all the wealth and the people of the ancestor gods. The people of the ancestor gods were transported on a huge sailing galleon, all the way to the west. And the elf of the ancestral gods also followed on the boat and sailed to the unknown west.

"Really, is that so?...The white-skinned foreigners can't stand the test of the gods...they capture the people of the gods...and take the spirits of the gods...to the west...go on! "

Paul was finally sent to the altar. He smiled peacefully, happily living with his sister and brother Bruno in the smile, forgetting all his sins. Then the boundless swarm of mosquitoes rushed down, bringing him eternal sleep.

The voodoo high priest couldn't help but approach the mosquito swarm, and she could see more clearly.

The people of the ancestor gods died all the way and fell into the sea until the end of the sailboat, which was another continent. On the mainland, there are also warm sunshine, tranquil pools, and ever-warm jungles. There, the people of the ancestor gods were put down, wearing shackles and shackles, working hard in the fields, and the white-skinned people cut off their limbs and their throats at will. However, before the ancestors of the ancestors, the elves of the ancestors had already set out. They proliferated in the pools infinitely, and then flew to the distance promised by the ancestors.

"Really, is that so?... The white-skinned people took the people of the ancestor gods... to the same warm land in the west... The spirits of the ancestor gods also multiplied together... Not enough, not enough, I want to see more many!"

The voodoo high priest finally stepped onto the altar. A swarm of mosquitoes surrounded her like a docile pet.

"I have spent ninety rainy seasons, and my soul will return to voodoo at any time. Let me use my blood to see the future heralded by the ancestors of the Qing Dynasty..."

The voodoo high priest muttered to himself. She took off her vestments, revealing her shriveled and thin body, and then without hesitation, she swung the sacrificial dagger, cutting her upper body dripping with blood.

The mosquito swarm paused for a moment, and finally went berserk again. They are like the pets of the devourer, covering the high priest in an instant. The skinny body holds less blood, and within half a minute, the voodoo high priest falls into a hallucination before death.

She saw the mosquito swarms multiply infinitely in the rainforest, and then fly to the depths of the jungle. Where the elves of the ancestor gods flew, everything was changed forever. Countless yellow-skinned natives fell in despair amid repeated fever and pain, and white-skinned foreigners could not stay here for long.

Only the people of the ancestor gods, only the dark-skinned races, can truly take root! They thrive and multiply in this vast land, growing stronger in the face of difficulties, and the ethnic group is becoming more and more prosperous, until the distant hopeful future!

"Really, is that so?... The Ancestor God's elves have forever changed the land under the sun, and the Ancestral God's people have struggled to multiply and grow on the land! With the sacrifice of our blood and flesh, in exchange for the land where our family took root, and The prosperous future of our family, this is the blessing of the ancestors!"

"So that's how it is! The promised land of the ancestral gods is in the west..."

The voodoo high priest muttered to herself, facing the land of the west, her face full of tranquility and contentment before death. She smiled, finally opened her mouth, licked the elf of the ancestor god, and fell down in the prophecy of the ancestor god, leaving no regrets. Beneath her were the shriveled corpses of Paul and the other sailors.

Watching the final sacrifice of the voodoo high priest, the king fell into unbelievable shock and joy.

"The high priest is completely insane! This terrible old woman has sacrificed herself! She is finally dead! ... I will never allow such a high priest to appear again, the foreigners are right, the king's power should not be subject to Interference of the priesthood! I want to convert to the benevolent God of the Cross and Pillar!"

And thousands of miles to the west, the rising sun has just risen over Lake Texcoco, lighting up the great city of Tenochtitlan. Accompanied with respect by the chief priest Kechar, an unusually old man walked out of the majestic temple, frowning and looking towards the northwest. Just now, Kechar brought him the news of Tisok's death.

Camping in the distant mountains, Shulot looked at the rising sun in the east and sighed softly.

Now, the Europeans should have reached the Congo and opened Pandora's Box. Anopheles and Aedes mosquitoes will come with the European fleet~www.readwn.com~ to the warm and hot American rainforest, turning the now densely populated tropics into a barren and dangerous world.

In 1519, when the Spaniards first explored the Amazon River Basin, it was still a lush, lush, populated place where countless tribes depended on the abundance of tropical food to survive.

And a hundred years later, when British and French explorers came again, this place was already a dead area, and the Indians disappeared. Two-thirds of the white explorers also died of malaria and yellow fever en route and had to return halfway.

Anopheles mosquitoes bring mortal malaria, and Aedes mosquitoes bring fatalities to yellow fever and dengue fever. Where these African mosquitoes pass, the rainforests of the Americas have been reshaped and no longer suitable for Indians and whites!

From the Brazilian rainforest to the Amazon rainforest, to Venezuela, Colombia in South America, Panama, Nicaragua, Honduras, Guatemala in Central America, then Cuba, Haiti, Dominica, and the Caribbean Islands, and even Louisiana and Florida in North America!

All the rainforests, all the African mosquitoes, malaria, yellow fever and dengue will live forever in the tropics and never leave. The yellow-skinned compatriots in the tropical rainforest will die powerless and desperate, and the Indians will no longer be able to reproduce and grow, and they will not even have a foothold.

The tropical rainforest in America will no longer belong to the homeland of the Indians, nor the land of the white people, it will always belong to the dark-skinned ethnic group! Even after another three hundred years, white colonists could only huddle in tropical clean towns, handing over farmland, mountains, and rivers to hundreds of times as many black slaves.

The tropics of America will be forever changed, and no one can stop it. This is the blessing of the black African ancestors!

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