Chapter 663: The Second Kingdom Exploration, Cocoms Price, and the Swirling Galaxy
The night was long and long, and it was already deep without realizing it. The jungle was secluded, and there were vaguely a group of young birds. The bonfire gradually burned out, and everyone's expressions changed, their thoughts fluctuated, and they were thinking about the East China Sea.
Tikalo lowered his eyebrows, bowed respectfully, and asked with a smile.
"Priest Thomas, the translator from Cuba, the nautical map 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 took a deep look at Tikalo.
"Ti Carlo, you should know that His Highness values three things. Why didn't you tell His Highness personally when you were in Water Valley City? Your Highness will definitely reward you generously. You can ask His Highness for what you want!"
Hearing this, Ti Carlo raised his eyes, smiled, and said nothing. Priest Thomas regarded His Highness as a divinely inspired prophet and the supreme king. But in his heart, after all, he was a once innocent young man.
But he can't be relied on. And now that His Highness has become a cold king, the king can't be trusted even more.
"The bargaining chip in my hand can only be used once! ... There is a bloody feud, and such a cunning opponent. How can I rely on the king's will and expect rewards from the superior?"
Tikalo's thoughts were spinning and he remained silent. Priest Tomat looked at it for a moment, and he had some understanding in his heart. He shook his head secretly, looked solemn, and spoke again.
"The Kingdom of Tikalo Mayapan has ruled the lowlands for more than two hundred 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 definitely remain. There should be more in your hands.
It’s a price you can pay!”
"Um..."
Tikalo lowered his head slightly to avoid the bright gaze of Priest Tomat. However, Priest Tomat did not let him go and grabbed his arm with his hands.
"hiss!"
Tikalo's arm hurt, his eyelids twitched, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Priest Thomas, you!..."
"Hand it over!"
Priest Tomat stared into the eyes of the Mayan merchant with stern eyes and threatened him fiercely.
"Hand it over! The Lord God testifies! What you dedicate to God will be returned to you twice as much! What you dedicate to the kingdom will definitely be returned to the remnants of Mayapan as much as twice as much!... How long has it been and you are still hesitating like this?
?The gambling game has begun! If you don’t even dare to put in all the bets, do you still want to leverage the huge Xiu family?”
"I...this...Priest Thomas..."
Faced with the approaching Priest Tomat, Tikalo felt sweat 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 that ridiculous calculation, but devote yourself wholeheartedly to serving the Kingdom and His Highness! You don't know His Highness's ambitions, and you don't know the greatness of divine revelation! But you must know that the Kingdom's
Power and force!"
"Within a few years, Holy Eagle Marshal Bertard will come from the sea with thousands of elite warriors! The Holy Eagle Warrior Commander is not only brave and good at fighting, but also wise. When the time comes, even the huge Xiwu
The family is absolutely unable to resist the kingdom!..."
Having said this, Priest Tomat's eyes sharpened, like an eagle's eyes, straight into Ti Carlo's eyes and heart.
"The kingdom is so powerful that it can defeat the Xiwu family without the help of the remnants of Mayapan! Tikalo, if you don't invest enough bets now, by then, no matter who the land of Mayapan will be handed over to, it will be with you.
It doesn’t matter! If you want to take back the land of your ancestors, this price is not enough, far from enough!"
"...Land of the Ancestors, Mayapan...Bet..."
Tikalo closed his eyes, but Priest Tomat's words kept echoing in his heart. After a while, he let out a long sigh.
"Hey! Priest Thomas, you are really like an obsidian dagger, extremely sharp and deeply rooted in people's hearts."
Tikalo smiled bitterly. He opened his eyes, looked into the other person's eyes, and sighed with emotion. After a moment, the Mayan businessman also looked solemn and replied in a deep voice.
"As witnessed by the Lord God, we will risk everything! Priest Tomat, this time when going to Cuba, the fleet can bring the flag and uniform of Mayapan and borrow the reputation of the kingdom. Although fifty years have passed, the local
Some of the tribes must still remember the former kingdom, especially the tribes in the west. And the Xishan tribe that once surrendered to Mayapan will also provide convenience for the Kingdom of the Lake to gain a foothold in Cuba!"
"Oh? Borrowing the reputation of Mayapan Kingdom? To facilitate the initial mutual trust and foothold?"
Hearing this, Priest Tomat's expression changed. He looked at the unique "big" family crests on Tikalo and Tiajin, and nodded slowly.
"Very good! What else?"
"..."
Tikalo lowered his eyes, was silent for a while, and then answered.
"The Kingdom of Mayapan organized a fleet and conducted long voyages. In addition to going east to Cuba, we also explored along the coast all the way south. Starting from the highland Maya, near Copan, and then going south, it is the long and winding south
coastal..."
“First came the Chorti (modern-day Honduras), who were rich in jade and pepper, then the Niahuac (Nicaragua region), who produced spices, and then the Cueva, who produced pottery in the jungle.
The people (cueva, that is, the Panama area)... and finally the Chibcha people (chibcha, today's northern Colombia) who possess gold."
Speaking of this, Tikallo paused slightly. This route was already a hundred years ago. Among the remaining Mayapan tribes, only some records and charts are left. The translators of each section and the sailors who are familiar with the route have long been gone.
However, in front of Priest Thomas, he still had to show his confidence.
"Dear Priest Thomas, I know His Highness's ambition! He will definitely care about the information about this route. When our fleet returns to the kingdom, I will bring the nautical chart inherited by the Cocom royal family and explain it to His Highness personally.
!”
Hearing this, Priest Tomat was silent. The Cuban chart in his hand was very abstract, and the recorded text was also in the Mayan script unique to the Cocom family. If there was no one who knew the inheritance to explain it, it would be like a blank slate.
And the chart to the south must be the same.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Very good! Tikalo, you have proved your worth and changed your destiny... Is there anything else?"
"...have!"
Tikalo gritted his teeth and spoke harshly. At this moment, he was really like a gambler, placing all his bets and leaving his fate to the kingdom.
"We also have several old shipwrights who were passed down from the Kingdom period and are familiar with the making of sails and the reinforcement of the hull. The Kingdom's long ships use almost the best ship materials, but there are still many shortcomings in the hull. Sea-going ships
After all, unlike inland river boats, they have to withstand wind and waves. The shape and angle of the sails should also have an impact on the speed of the boat... I don’t know the details, but the boats of the Mayan merchant fleet are much cheaper than the ships of the kingdom.
, the speed is even faster.”
Speaking of this, Ti Carlo's eyes flickered. He arranged for a Mayan merchant ship to follow the Kingdom's fleet all the way. Many arrangements along the way were based on local acquaintances who sent messages to the fleet behind...
"good very good!"
Priest Thomas was very satisfied. He stared with red eyes and leaned forward, like a greedy big tomato, holding down the poor bald caterpillar and squeezing it to his heart's content.
"What else? Take it out!"
"...Each Mayan tribe has mastered the technology of beekeeping and produces honey. However, the bee species of each tribe are good and bad, and the honey produced is also of different quality...I heard that His Highness likes honey..."
Bidige
Tikalo was covered in sweat, looked at the tomato priest who was almost pressing on him, and forced a smile.
"The Cocom royal family has inherited the best bee species and also masters unique beekeeping technology. The tribe can dedicate the best bee species and bee slaves to His Highness! You know, 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 divine nobles of various tribes and has never been leaked to the outside world. They will have bee slaves who serve for generations, pass it on from generation to generation, and cultivate bee species. These bee slaves have no personal freedom and will not work when they are old and unable to work.
, will be sacrificed and executed. And if this technology is brought back to the kingdom to steadily produce fresh and high-quality honey... it may be able to please His Highness.
"Not bad! Also..."
"No more! No more!"
Mayan businessman Tikalo shook his head desperately and pushed Priest Tomat away. He took a breath, sweating like rain, and immediately felt regret in his heart.
"No! How can I hand over the last secrets of the Cocom family to the kingdom..."
"No! You must still have it!"
Priest Tomat narrowed his eyes and scolded sternly, with a power that could not be disobeyed.
"The Cocom family has a necessary price to pay to ensure the kingdom's trust!"
"Ah? What?"
"Hand over your direct descendants of the gods and go to the Kingdom of the Lake to receive training from the kingdom!"
Priest Tomat raised the corners of his mouth and pointed at the young god-born Tiakin.
"I don't want what's yours, I want what's his!"
"Ah! Ah this..."
Tikalo was anxious and didn't know how to argue. He knew that he was asking for protons, but there were only a dozen members of the Cocom family left. As for the direct descendants of the gods, there were even fewer...
"...Well...the little prince is still young, and the little princess is only two or three years old...can you wait a few more years..."
"Uncle, what does Priest Thomas want?"
Seeing this scene, the young god-born Tiakin could no longer bear it and asked.
"he wants..."
Tikalo's face was full of bitterness and he responded in a low voice.
"I want the future of the Cocom family...the direct descendant of the Serpent God..."
"..."
The young god lowered his head and bit his lip tightly until it was bitten and his mouth was filled with blood. He smelled his own blood, thought about the blood of his ancestors, thought about the blood of today's enemies, and thought about many more...
.
Under the silent gaze of everyone, Tiakin stretched out his hand and held the sun amulet that Priest Tomat put on him around his neck. He closed his eyes again and felt the majesty of the Lord God on his forehead. After a moment, he
Finally he raised his head and said firmly.
"Okay! I'll give it!... When the Kingdom's fleet returns, I will send both my eldest son and my youngest daughter to the Kingdom!"
The night was getting darker, and the stars were twinkling in the zenith. The sea breeze blew through the jungle, bringing the leaves to moan. And this sea breeze blew on Ti Carlo's body, giving him a bit of chill and some warmth. In a daze, he boarded the
Looking at Tiakin under the long boat, he only saw his nephew's resolute and mature face.
"I am old...and he...grew up...The Last Sun of Mayapan..."
"Quick! Quick! Put on the spears given to us by the Kingdom of Nava and put on the captured Xiwu armor. We must leave quickly!..."
Tiakin had no time to be sentimental. His eyes were flashing with ambition, and his face was full of high fighting spirit. He urged again and again, commanding more than 300 tribal warriors, carrying 600 coppers supported by the priest Tuomat on his back.
Spears, a hundred bronze axes, and twenty pairs of leather armors. This investment from the kingdom is exactly the same as what was given to the Puton tribe.
"This battle was successful and the harvest was very fruitful! Not only were the princes of the Xiu family killed, but also more than 300 of the most elite Xiu warriors were killed. More importantly, the tribe gained the support of the Kingdom of Nava in the west! etc.
Returning to the tribe, my prestige and reputation..."
Thinking of this, the young god's descendant was excited. After thinking about it for a moment, he gave the order again.
"Quick! Take the head of Xiu Prince Xiutur! The Nahua people don't want it, just bring it back to the tribe to boost everyone's morale! After so many years, the tribe needs good news so much!..."
"Blessed by the Serpent God! Listen to you, dear sun!"
"No, it's the Lord God's blessing!"
Tiakim corrected seriously. If the Serpent God cannot bring power, then he will believe in a more powerful main god. Only with enough power can one take revenge and regain the land of his ancestors, no matter what the cost!
"Very good! God bless you!"
Priest Tomat nodded with satisfaction. Tiakin's words were actually repeated in his accent and said in Nahua language. He pondered for a moment and asked Puap again to bring him a set of bronze armor and a scripture.
, give it to Te Ajin. This is the first Mayan chief and priest to convert to the main god. It is also a precious fire that cannot be lost easily.
"Tiakin! Put on this! This is the blessing of the Lord God. It will protect you and stand tall on the battlefield!"
Tiakin took the bronze armor doubtfully, reached out to touch it, and then stabbed it with a dagger. Ecstasy quickly appeared on his face. He lowered his head, prayed sincerely to the priest Tomat and the powerful main god.
"Praise be to the Lord God Huitzilopochtli! She is in the highest position, rules over all things, and is omnipotent!"
"Good! Excellent!"
Priest Thomas stretched out his hand, rubbed Tiakin's divine head lovingly, and said the last blessing.
"The Lord God will protect you who are pious! Under the light of the Lord God and under your leadership, the Cocom 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. Mayan merchant Tikalo looked towards the shore, watching his nephew Tiakin gradually disappear, and his heart suddenly became entangled. He arrived
From the side of the ship, he yelled to the shore.
"Ajin! Xiu Tuer is dead. Next, Xiu Pan will go crazy! Remember, take the tribe with you to move again, to the hinterland of the Kapur clan! Don't directly confront the Xiwu family! ... Did you hear that?
?”
Tikalo's shouts echoed along the seashore and fell in the ears of the Mayapan warriors. Everyone raised their heads and watched the lonely god leave in the Nahua ship, just like a sacrifice to the gods.
Pin. Tiakin looked at it blankly, nodded blankly, and his eyes became inexplicably moist.
"Uncle...I know..."
Nephew Tiakim’s voice was very small, but Tikallo seemed to hear it. He stood on the side of the boat, with a smile on his lips, watching the tribe disappear from his eyes, and he became alone again. The lonely old Mayan turtle, in the fierce
He wanders among the Nahua crocodiles, always with a confident smile on his face and trembling in his heart. Who can understand him?
Mayan businessman Tikalo lowered his eyes and sighed in his heart. A calm smile appeared on his face. He turned around and saw another wise "old turtle". The old militiaman Chihuaco was two steps away.
Holding a spear, he was leading several sailors holding spears, looking at him with a half-smile.
"Ah? Dear Captain Chihuaco, what do you want from me..."
"Get him!"
The sailors swarmed up and pushed the unprepared Ti Carlo to the ground. Then, they tied a few ropes up, making them secure, just like tying up a wild deer.
"Go! Lock him up in the cabin below deck!"
Chihuaco, the old militiaman, had deep eyes and a stern expression. He looked at the two teenagers beside him and gave instructions in a deep voice.
"Dark Snake, Didi, keep an eye on him for me! He is not allowed to have contact with anyone before arriving in Cuba!"
"Yes! Captain daddy!"
The two nodded in agreement, with some excitement on their faces. This was the first time they had assumed important responsibilities. The old militiaman nodded with a smile, rubbed their heads, and was about to leave. After taking a few steps, he remembered again
What? Turn around and give orders.
"That's right! This hairless fox is the best at talking. Pull a piece of cotton cloth and stuff it in his mouth. Get two balls of cotton cloth and stuff them in your ears. Don't allow him to speak except when eating!"
"It's up to you, Captain Dad!"
The crisp responses of the young people fluttered on the flagship and dispersed into the waves behind the ship. The stars were brilliant and reflected on the mighty sea. The waves rose and rolled up the stars. The fleet set off leisurely, along the dreamy galaxy,
Leave the deep jungle, leave the devil's tail, and disappear under the eastern moonlight.