The ancient sacred mountain of firework towers on the seaside under the moonlight, gradually moving away to the south. Although this extinct volcano has only erupted once in the distant mythology of the seaside, it still has a sacred meaning in the hearts of the people on the seaside.
And a special status.
If we say that the thousands of miles of seaside land is like a long anaconda stretching from west to east, then the position of the snake's tail is the ancient city of the Feathered Serpent. The position of the snake's head is the Holy City of the Hidden Snake. And the Great Fireworks Mountain is the Weiwei behind the snake's head.
The bulging neck bag also protects the most critical seven inches!
The divine priests inherited from Hidden Snake City have long realized the importance of the location of this mountain peak to the security of Hidden Snake Holy City. Therefore, on the top of this extinct volcano, there are not only ancient altars and statues, but also
There are dangerous stone fortresses and wooden fortresses. At the foot of this sacred mountain, there are also stone fort-like sacrificial sites and water fortresses. As for the farther west, the Lake Sacrifice City at the foot of the great lake and mountains has become the most peripheral guardian.
At the end of the last era, during the Great Cold Age four to five hundred years ago, that is, during the Song Dynasty of the Chinese Dynasty, the wasteland tribes moved south on a large scale, setting off a wave of southward invasions! This terrifying wave of migration was accompanied by cruel
The cold wave and famine defeated the Toltec Empire on the plateau, and the aftermath hit the coastal areas, forming the Nava-Totonac tribes.
Continuous tribal fighting all year round, waves of tribes migrating south, endless blood and corpses, and eternal scarcity of food were the main themes of that era. And such a cruel impact on the wilderness finally ended at the foot of the Great Fireworks Mountain, where sacrifices were made.
On the edge of Lake City, the local priests of Hidden Snake City still maintain the oldest Olmec heritage.
Then, the climate in the wilderness became warmer, and the southward wave slowly stopped. The fighting and blood-fire of the barbarians in the wilderness gradually gave way to intermarriage and missionary work among various tribes, and finally the Eastern and Western Totonak tribes were truly formed.
The Hidden Serpent City retains the remnants of the Olmec civilization and incorporates some characteristics of the Toltec civilization and the Mayan civilization. It has since become the only holy city in the east of the sea!
"In ancient mythology, the Great Fireworks Mountain was the place where the gods once stopped, and it has always protected the coastal tribes. The Hidden Snake City on the east side of the sacred mountain is the center of the blessings of the gods, and the last Olmec inheritance
Or!...But, the storm that struck this time was unprecedented! I came all the way from the west and witnessed it all with my own eyes! Seeing it is the end of the sun again, the end of an era...In my opinion, it's just
Even the sacred Fireworks Mountain cannot protect them..."
"The descendants of the Hidden Serpent Holy City are proud and confident. They firmly believe in their identity as ancient descendants of the gods and claim to be the successors of the Olmec gods! And the high-ranking priests here also consider themselves seaside
The leaders of the various tribes even look down on the ancient city of Quetzalcoatl in the west, thinking that we are the incompetent snake tails who have succumbed to the Totonacs and the Mexica people... Haha! The snake heads look down on the snake tail..."
On the Mayan galley boat, Priest Papu looked at the distant sacred mountains with a faint expression, and sighed with emotion. He told the ancient myth, then turned around and looked at Tikalo, who was slightly excited. Then,
A sincere smile appeared on Priest Pap's face, and he stood side by side with the Mayan businessman who also had a sincere face, just like close friends.
"All the... main gods witness! Therefore, the gods and priests in the Holy City of Hidden Snake are the most traditional and stubborn. It is impossible for them to surrender to the Mexica Alliance on the plateau, and the conditions of autonomy they demand are also impossible for the Temple of Death.
Agree! They ask for a lot, and even when they come to the city, they still have unrealistic myths and fantasies, and they can never let go of any respected status... But I am different from them!..."
"Yes! Dear Priest Papu! You are an anaconda on the seashore. Although you have no flying feathers, you are still a beast that can hunt! And the gods in those city-states are just Chagar birds with empty feathers.
Because of the beauty you once had...as long as you cross the narrow channel at the mouth of the lagoon, you can swim in the sea to your heart's content!"
"Haha! Okay, very good! God bless you! Tikalo, my ally! I just want to travel with you to the vast East China Sea!"
"Yes! Yes! I think so too! Dear Priest Papu, you are my ally, the Lord God bless us!..."
The sky is getting dusk, darkness covers the earth, and clouds cover the moonlight. On the coast, the tide gradually rises, swallowing up the gray and dark beaches. Two months ago, this was the cruel battlefield where water battles once took place. But at this moment, the coast
There are only a few broken bronze and stone weapons left, buried in the sand. Some will decay quickly, while others will never decay.
A Mayan galley was hidden in the offshore, while a canoe quickly rowed to the shore, unloaded the two people on board, and left again.
"The Lord God bless me! I finally stand on the land of the Kingdom again!..."
The Mayan businessman Tikalo stepped onto the slippery beach, staggered, and was supported by the only remaining Mayan servant. He turned around and looked at the vast sea under the night, and vaguely saw a man standing on the boat.
The sound of head. The figure waved his hand, and then rowed the long boat again, gradually disappearing into the dark east...
And when he rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, there was only the rising tide on the sea, and everything disappeared like a nightmare!
"Hahaha!...Hahaha!...O Serpent God!...O ancestor!...Your descendants are back again!..."
Tikalo stood on the beach and stared blankly for a moment. Suddenly he raised his hands in the air and laughed and screamed like crazy. His laughter floated far in the night sky, like an old fox's cry, desolate, sad and urgent.
After a while, he stopped laughing, knelt down softly on the beach, pressed his forehead heavily against the sand, and made a slender, perfect arc.
"Haha!...I'm back!..."
"Master?...Are you...going to leave?"
Maya's servant hunched over and waited for a long time before calling out uneasily.
Among the captured Mayan caravans, he was the only one who stayed in the end. He was found by the priest Papu and handed over to the Mayan merchant Tikalo. The rest were either killed, sacrificed, or used as slaves of craftsmen.
, serfs, sent to work somewhere unknown.
In such a chaotic world, even the noble gods and priests will lose their heads and dust, let alone a humble moth like him?
Therefore, he did not complain, and he did not know what to complain about. He only knew that the only way to survive was to follow Mr. Tikalo, run again, and earn back the caravan ship!
"Haha! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go now!"
Mayan businessman Tikalo laughed twice and wiped away the tears on his face. Then, he looked around this dead coast and looked at the large firelight on the south side. That was the location of Lake Sacrifice City and the site of Black Wolf Thor.
Where Tek camped.
"Witness the Lord God! Light the torch! Light one more, light two more!"
"ah?"
"I said, light the torches! Two!"
Mayan businessman Ti Carlo smiled, stretched out his hand, and pointed at the faint light of fire in the mountain forest. Those shadowy and moving light spots were undoubtedly the sentinels of the kingdom's patrols.
"God bless us! Let us return to the kingdom generously, so that the more people can see it, the better!"
"Ah? Yes!...Master!..."
Two torches were shining, heading towards the firelight of the mountain forest. Soon, more firelights were attracted and surrounded. After a moment of stagnation, a large group of flashing torches gathered together and poured into the sky, followed by a deep sigh.
Worshiping Lake City is like walking into a den of wolves.