The night was dark and the jungle was deep. The exploration team treated the wounded and began to board the boat. The Mayapan people were still groping on the battlefield, collecting trophies from the corpses. The leaders of both sides gathered in front of a bonfire, looking at each other and waiting quietly.
With.
"The price of compensation..."
Mayan businessman Tikalo lowered his eyes and pondered silently. He did prepare some trump cards to calm the kingdom's anger. However, there are very few such trump cards among the remnants of Mayapan who are in a difficult situation. Once handed over, Maya will
The value of the remnants of Pan to the kingdom...
"That's it! I actually didn't have a choice."
Tikalo's gaze swept over the red-stained dagger in the hands of Priest Tomat. This obsidian dagger had picked up lobsters, carved divine patterns, and naturally had sacrificed sacrifices. Faced with such a threat, he sighed.
With a sound, he looked at the young god-born Tiakin.
"Tiakin, have you brought the people I ordered before...?"
"ah?"
The young god shook his head vigorously and finally woke up from the priest's ritual. After thinking for a while, he finally understood who his uncle was talking about.
"Oh. I brought it."
"Then bring it here!"
"good!"
Tiakin turned his head and gave some instructions to the noble warrior behind him. Soon, a tall, middle-aged warrior with dark skin and facial tattoos came to everyone's side holding an old drawing board.
before.
"Blessed by the Serpent God! Praise you, Sun of Mayapan, High Chief of Cocom!"
The tall middle-aged warrior put down his drawing board, knelt on the ground, and bowed to Tiakin. He raised his hands high and then lowered them flat on the ground, showing his heartfelt respect.
"God bless you! Kuba, a loyal warrior of Mayapan. Your father and ancestors have been loyal to the royal family for generations, and you have been loyal to me for many years."
Tiakin's expression was calm, showing the majesty of a god descendant. He looked at Bowser who was lying on the ground, paused, and then continued.
"And now, you want to worship the more respected main god and pay allegiance to the Nahua priests who came from the western plateau. You want to follow him and go east together, return to the place where your father and ancestors came from, and pass on the majesty and light of the god to
The tribesmen are still ignorant!”
"...Yes! Obey you, Sun of Mayapan!"
After hearing the words of "The Sun", Kuba was a little confused, but he still bowed to the ground respectfully. Then, he followed the sun's will, turned around, and kowtowed to Priest Tomat.
"Praise you! High plateau priest!"
"Um?"
Priest Tomat looked at Kuba, who was prostrate on the ground and kowtowed, and then at the Mayan businessman Tikalo, who looked calm. He raised his brows, stretched out his hand, and asked in a deep voice.
"Ti Carlo, is this the price of your compensation?"
"Exactly! Priest Thomas, he is one of the compensation prices and the most important one... will definitely satisfy the kingdom and His Highness!"
The Mayan businessman nodded affirmatively. Then, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a mysterious smile.
"Do you know where he was born?"
"Um?..."
Upon hearing this, Priest Tomat's eyes moved. He looked at the old militiaman Chihuaco, who also looked at him at the same time. The same guess emerged in their minds, and their eyes also looked to the east.
"Could it be?"
"That's right! His name is Cubao, and he comes from Cubao! The meaning of 'Cuba' is a vast and fertile land. And that land is the Snake Island in the East China Sea that His Highness has longed for!"
Tikalo spoke confidently and confidently. But when these plain words fell into the ears of Priest Tomat, they sounded like thunder.
"What! Is he the Taino that His Highness spoke of?"
"You can say that. But a more accurate statement is..."
Tikalo paused, but forgot the complicated name. So, he looked at the submissive Bowser and asked.
"Kuba, where are your ancestors from? What ethnic group are they?"
"Praise you! Dear descendants of God. My father-in-law comes from the far west of Cuba. They are the Guanahatabey people. And to the east of the tribe, on the flat wilderness, are the Taino people.
). But in fact, their self-proclaimed name is guanahani. Guanahatabe and Guanahani both live in the vast Cuba, and they are both Cubans who belong to the fertile land."
"Guanajatabe? Guanajani? Cuban?"
Priest Tuomat's eyes widened, and he was extremely excited for a moment. The Eastern Snake Island that His Highness had longed for unexpectedly appeared in front of him! He remembered His Highness's Chun Chun instructions before leaving, and it seemed as if there was a cavity of blood boiling in his chest.
After a while, he calmed down and asked in a deep voice.
"Kuba, are you from Snake Island, Cuba?"
"No. Gao Gao, Chief of the Plateau, I grew up in the lowland Maya. But I have followed merchant ships, returned to Cuba several times, and visited the Xishan tribe where my father's ancestors came from."
"Ah? The Xishan tribe of Cuba?"
Hearing this, Priest Thomas touched his chin and asked.
"Where is Xishan?"
"Uh... Xishan is Xishan, the mountain to the west."
Bowser raised his head and glanced at Priest Tomat strangely. Then, he thought for a while, and answered after Tikalo's prompting.
"Cuba is a long, flat, fertile land. It is really like a snake, with its head facing east and its tail facing west. There are big mountains at both ends, and the middle is very flat. The head of the snake is the east mountain and the tail is the west mountain."
"I see!"
Priest Thomas nodded, thought for a while, and asked again.
"Kuba, do you speak Taíno?"
"High Plateau Chief, I speak Mayan, Guanajata, and Taíno."
"Hmm? Guanajata?"
"Oh, it's the language of my father's tribe. The tribes in the west of Cuba all speak Guanajata. In the middle and east, they speak Guanahani, which is Taíno. The two languages are different.
"
"I see!"
Priest Tomat nodded repeatedly, with a smile on his face again. He looked at Kuba who was lying on the ground, his eyes shining, as if he were looking at a peerless beauty. The devout priest pondered for a while, then touched the scripture in his hand again,
I couldn't help but asked.
"Kuba, are you willing to convert to the Lord God?"
"Eh? Convert to the Lord God?..."
Kuba raised his head, with a confused look on his face. Then, he saw Priest Tomat's gleaming eyes, and felt a chill all over his body, and he shivered.
"I..."
"Ahem! Dear Priest Thomas..."
Tikalo smiled and interrupted at the right time. He picked up the old drawing board on the ground, took a nostalgic look at it, and then handed it to Priest Thomat respectfully.
"Look at this. Another price to satisfy you."
"This is?!"
"This is a sea map to Cuba. It shows the sea route to Cuba, as well as the names and locations of the thirty tribes in Cuba!"
Having said this, Ti Carlo pursed his lips, his eyes were a little shaken, and his tone was distant.
"When the Mayapan Kingdom was at its peak, it had frequent trade exchanges with the tribes on the island of Cuba, especially the tribes in the west. The fleets of the Maya Kingdom traveled east and west, and many of the tribes on the island recognized the royal emblem, and they also
We traded goods with the kingdom. There were even chiefs who surrendered to the royal family and sent their nephews and sons. This is how Kuba’s father and ancestor came from..."
"Although Cuba's trade has to go through the sea and there is the risk of storms and waves, the profits are extremely high! The kingdom can exchange tobacco, cotton, pineapples, cassava, fish and feathers that are abundant on the island at very low prices...
This map of Mayapan is the treasure that all Mayan merchants dream of!"
"The nautical map of Cuba...the most coveted treasure!..."
Hearing this, Priest Tomato murmured and repeated, his face beaming with joy. He eagerly lowered his head and looked at the wooden board in his hand.
I saw a departure port, Ekab, drawn on the far left end of the board. Then, there were several crooked curves, going from north to south to east, until a long and narrow piece of land. Mayan numbers were also marked on these curves.
, according to Ti Carlo's translation, they range from six hundred miles to eight hundred miles.
"Go east from Ekabu, six hundred to eight hundred miles, and you'll reach Cuba!"
Seeing this, Priest Tomat was shaken up. He couldn't wait and continued to look down. He saw that "Cuba" was extremely long and narrow, extending to the southeast for more than two thousand miles. Along the coast, there were large and small Mayan characters marked on it.
, should be the marks of different tribes.
"Tikalo, where is the Xishan tribe that Kuba comes from?"
"Here! Arriving at the westernmost tip of Cuba, heading east along the southern coast, the first large tribe at the foot of the mountain is the Xishan tribe!"
Priest Tomat stretched out his hand and pressed it on the position of the tribe in the west mountain. He stayed there for a while. Then, he looked eastward to the end of Cuba and saw a highlighted position on the east mountain.
"Huh? What is this mark?"
"Oh! Decades ago, the Mayapan Kingdom's fleet collected some black shining gems here, which can attract and repel each other."
Tikalo looked gloomy, recalling long-ago stories. Things in the world are like smoke, and people's fate is really unpredictable... There was an inexplicable smile on his face, and a few sighs.
"I once selected two black stones as gifts for His Highness. His Highness was very excited when he saw them. He once asked me where I got them. I didn't tell him the specific location. I just said they came from the east.
Snake Island..."
"And now, the kingdom calls the place where such gems are produced iron ore! I have heard that the kingdom's iron ore only has a very small piece, and His Highness regards it as an incredible treasure. And the mark here is black iron.
The ore...directly under the open air formed the mountain!"
tomato
"Ah? After Quetzalcoatl died, the fangs turned into hard black iron? A mountain formed from iron ore?!"
Hearing this, Priest Thomas suddenly clenched his scriptures and shouted in shock. There was fanaticism on his face, and his eyes suddenly brightened, even causing Tikalo to lower his head slightly.
"Yes! This is it! His Highness has a divine prophecy and will build a city here! The fleet must arrive here, and the kingdom's warriors will also arrive here... smelt iron ore, build fortresses, guard against white-skinned evil spirits, and suppress
Quetzalcoatl Corpse!"
This chapter has been completed!