On the vast sea, the strong wind rolled up the dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the petrel was flying proudly like black lightning. With its sharp eyes, it looked down at the fuzzy boats on the sea. Then, the storm swept across
Come and devour Haiyan and the fleet together!
"Lord God! It was clear just now, why did there suddenly be a storm?! Could it be my curse?..."
Wearing leather armor, Huitu Puap stared at the black clouds coming from the sky with his eyes wide open in fear. The black clouds gathered into groups and roared wildly. They seemed to be slow, but they were coming quickly. However,
In a moment, the rolling clouds completely engulfed the Kingdom's expedition fleet. The sky became dark for a moment, the waves suddenly became rough, and even the double-decker longship spun among the waves like a toy!
"The Lord God bless the fleet! We have been traveling eastwards safely for nine days, at least more than 700 miles! The Cuban Snake Island in the east is definitely not far away, and is right around the fleet. This is the final test.
As long as you survive this storm, you can reach the sacred place of prophecy!"
Thomas, the priest of the main god, was wearing a short robe, holding high the emblem of the main god, stumbling around, loudly encouraging the crew. Even though he had never seen such a sharp storm, his devout faith gave him a fearless heart, and he still
Have the courage not to fear death.
"Praise the Lord God! She will give us divine blessings to walk through these blocking winds and thunders!"
"Boom! Boom!"
The deafening thunder tore through the dull sky and illuminated the rough sea surface. A shadow as tall as a wall appeared not far away and suddenly rushed toward the swaying fleet.
"O Lord God! O Cloud Snake God! Ah!..."
The apprentice Dark Snake grabbed the rope and let out a cry of fear. A big wave of eight or nine meters high hit him head on. With a "wow", the big wave passed over the bow of the boat, rolled up Dark Snake's thin body, and "bang" again.
The impact hit the side of the ship. Dark snake's eyes suddenly darkened, and the rope in his hand was unable to loosen, swinging wildly like seaweed.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
After the fierce waves passed, Dark Snake was like a weak swimming fish, lying flat on the deck with bubbles spitting out of his mouth. Next to him was Didi who was also dizzy. Didi reluctantly raised his head and looked around.
, I saw the crew members staggering around and sitting around, and there seemed to be some familiar figures missing.
"Bah! Such a big water, such a big wind, and such a big thunder!"
Sailor Didi shook his head and spat out the salty sea water that he poured into his mouth. He choked on the salty water and felt very uncomfortable. He looked up at the black clouds in the sky and the lightless day, and his heart was full of fear. But in
In fear, he touched his tattooed forehead and felt a pious belief.
"Ah, no. The Lord God is the biggest one! She will cover us with light, like the sun in the sky!"
However, the Lord God didn't seem to hear Didi's prayer. On the sea not far away, another big wave was gathering and rising, like a hill growing on the sea, about to sweep over!
"Boom! Boom!"
Lightning and thunder, the deafening roar with dazzling white light, turned into a melody in the storm. Sailor Didi looked at the horizon and took a breath of air.
"Hiss! Another big wall!"
Didi hurriedly added two more turns to the rope tied to his body. Then, he was surprised when he finally saw the dark snake lying flat. After a slight hesitation, he pulled out the rope and tied the dark snake again.
Be around.
"God bless you! Persistence! Perseverance to the end will be a bright victory! ...Ahem!"
The shouts of the main god priest Tomat floated faintly on the ship, still so firm and fearless. Huitu Puap leaned next to the mast and tied himself to the mast at the bow of the ship. It looked a bit sacrificial.
A kind of decisiveness.
As for the other warriors and sailors, most of them had pale faces and frightened expressions, trying to stay fixed in various places on the longship. And low prayers sounded on the ship, like everyone's only hope.
Didi looked around and didn't see Chihuaco's father, and suddenly felt a little anxious. The wave just now was so big, could the captain's father be swept away by the waves?... Thinking of this, Didi's nose
Feeling sour, I hugged the dark snake and cried bitterly.
"Woooooo! Dark Snake, the big daddy, is gone!..."
"Whoa! Whoa!"
The raging tide rolled in again, causing the long ship to sway and spin half a circle. There was a sudden "bang bang" of impact under the cabin of the flagship!
"Hiss! Tikalo, your long head is really bald and hard!"
Chihuaco, the old militiaman, covered his head and glared angrily at Tikallo at the bottom of the boat. Tikallo's face was pale, and just as he was about to speak, he spat it out with a loud sound.
"Ahem! God...ah..."
"Oh my god! How long will this storm last? How far are we from Cuba's Snake Island?!"
Chihuaco held the Mayan businessman Ti Carlo in one hand and the Cuban guide Cuba in the other. He stared at the frightened Cuba, asked sternly, and then looked at Ti Carlo.
"Quick! Help me translate!"
Tikalo spoke with difficulty, said a few words to Bowser, then turned around and reluctantly answered.
"Storms in this sea are very unpredictable. This sudden storm must have been brought by a hurricane. It may stop at the next moment and go away. It may also last for four or five days before dissipating.
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"Hiss! Four or five days? No, with the fleet's condition, we can't last for another four or five days! We have never encountered such a big storm in our previous explorations!"
Chihuaco's face turned white and his feet were shaking. He gritted his teeth, his expression showed anxiety, and asked again and again.
"How far are we from Cuba's Snake Island?"
Tikalo asked aloud. After a moment, he paused and answered awkwardly.
"Kuba said that based on the sailing days, we should have arrived in Cuba!"
"What!"
Chihuaco jumped up in anger, and then hit the deck above his head with a "bang". He covered his head in pain and cursed in a low voice.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Arrived in Cuba? You can't see even a little bit of land around you..."
"When the storm rises, you can't see far away. Kuba said that our location must be near Cuba..."
"Damn! Is it nearby? This blind guy..."
Chihuaco let go of the two men and left them alone in the cabin. He turned around and climbed onto the deck, and saw high waves pressing down from above.
"Ah! Blind Your Majesty..."
"Crash! La!"
"Bah! Bah bah..."
After a long while, Chihuaco climbed up from the deck and spit out a mouthful of salt water. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, shook his head hard, and tied a rope to himself. Then, his legs and feet became weak, and he staggered for a while.
, and then found the seafaring priest Mecat.
"Mecat, where is the wind heading now?"
"Ahem! Dear Captain Chihuaco..."
With a look of embarrassment on his face and soaked to the skin, Merkat huddled in the corner of the longship holding the compass needle. He stretched out his fingers, dipped them in the rainwater, felt them carefully for a while, and then answered uncertainly.
"It seems to be heading east, south...occasionally also heading west, north..."
"The wind blows east to south, occasionally west to north...the boat swings left and right, but doesn't move..."
Chihuaco stared, dripping with water, and thought for a while. Then, he looked at the long boat that was shaking and wandering randomly from time to time, and asked through gritted teeth.
"Mecat, where is the bow of our ship pointing?"
"Uh... It was heading southeast just now, and now it seems to be heading northwest again..."
Chihuaco looked sharply and looked at the surrounding sea. Vaguely, he saw several other long ships. The bows of the ships were all different, but their positions did not deviate too far.
"Damn it! The fleet hasn't moved or moved forward, it's just spinning in the storm..."
"Uh! Dear Captain Chihuaco, the crew has never encountered such a severe storm, and it is difficult for the crew to row at this time..."
"Raise the sails on the bow and stern of the ship! Let the wind carry us forward!"
Chihuaco, an old militiaman, bit his lip and shouted out orders with unusual determination. His eyes once again showed a desperate determination, just like the night when the royal capital was destroyed.
"Raise the sails! No matter what, we can't stay here!"
"Raise the sails! The Lord God protects the fleet and points the bow to the east!"
This chapter has been completed!