After listening to the king's words, Bruno was a little repelled: Going to meet a pagan voodoo high priest in the indigenous land? This is equivalent to meeting an apostle of Satan in the devil's land, full of risks of soul corruption!
King Nziga Nkuwu saw the foreigner's hesitation. He thought for a moment and persuaded.
"I heard that your friends are experiencing the curse of the ancestor gods. This is a test of life and death! Only the high priest of Voodoo has the ability to help you and let you survive the test."
Hearing this, Bruno's heart moved. He thought of Paul's painful struggle, sighed softly, and nodded.
Immediately, Bruno asked the only healthy sailor to return to the ship with the mysterious cross. He led the remaining eight people and went to the jungle with the king and warriors. Paul and the other two completely sick sailors were killed by the indigenous warriors.
Carrying.
Under the equatorial sunshine, the three people who fell ill were tightly wrapped in woolen blankets. They had just experienced half an hour of chills and shivering. Their skin was covered with goose bumps, their lips and nails were blue, their faces were as pale as snow, and their whole bodies
And the teeth kept shaking and chattering.
Except for Bruno, the other five sailors traveling with him all had similar symptoms of chills and fever, but the degree was relatively mild.
"What a curse from the devil! Our merciful Virgin protects us!" Bruno crossed himself on his chest again. He was completely convinced 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 period of fever. This time the fever lasted for 9 hours! In order to control his violent struggle, everyone had to tie him to two logs before he could
He continued to move forward while screaming in pain.
After a long time, Paul finally got through the terrible fever period. He was sweating profusely, his clothes were soaked, and the ferocious look on his face slowly eased. Uncontrollable sleepiness came over him, and he fell asleep peacefully on the log carried by the natives.
"Meu deus! My God!" Bruno crossed himself, and the pagan temple and altar finally appeared in front of him.
The temple is built of wood and is not very tall. There is a voodoo symbol and a white flag on the top of the temple, symbolizing the white witchcraft and healing of voodoo. The original meaning of voodoo "vodu" is god, spirit, that is,
All things have souls. Only by communicating with the souls of all things can we influence the changes in nature's misfortunes and blessings.
The most obvious thing on the walls of the temple is the carving of a snake, which is the main god of voodoo belief, the snake god. In addition, the most important soul communicators, elves, are depicted in black paint on the walls. Various shapes of
The elves were flying and twisting on the wall. Bruno looked carefully and felt that these elves looked like mosquitoes.
Dried animal carcasses hung from the eaves of the temple walls, and there was a fishy smell in the air. These were the voodoo raw materials being processed, such as dried pythons that made people excited, and eagle carcasses that transferred demon souls.
, the wings of the vulture against black magic, the tail of the elephant to bless travel, the lizard dried for medicinal purposes...
While Bruno kept calling God in his heart, he secretly looked at the pagan temple. He was choked by the strong smell of corpses and covered 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, with sacrificed animal carcasses placed on the top. Countless giant mosquitoes and flies gathered on the carcasses, covering them with a thick creeping coating. Bruno identified them for a long time before confirming
The sacrifice was a black goat. The voodoo symbol of the black goat is the gestation of future generations. It is a favorite sacrifice among African tribes and is also the origin of the black goat of the forest in the Cthulhu mythology in later generations.
There were four spears stuck in the four corners of the altar. On top of the spears were four dried human heads. The dark heads still had gray hair. The old and ferocious face looked at Bruno quietly. The son of a nobleman.
There was a feeling of horror in my heart.
Bruno was full of fear, but couldn't help but take a closer look. On the second floor were more than a dozen old human heads, most of which had been turned into skulls over a long period of time. On the third floor were countless monkeys and orangutan heads, with unique features.
They are human-like faces, each with a different expression, either a strange grin, or extremely sad, or more often, eyes wide open in fear of death.
"This is the altar of voodoo. The distinguished high priest of voodoo sacrificed black goats to the elf voodoo to pray for the descendants of the tribe to prosper! These four heads are the four most powerful priests of black voodoo in the nearby tribes.
.They were executed by the powerful Voodoo High Priest, and their heads filled with magic were donated as a medium to communicate with the elven Voodoo.
The dozens of skulls on the second floor are from evil black magic priests, used to increase the magic power of the altar. The hundreds of skulls on the third floor are from monkeys and orangutans, which are used to attract the gathering of elves and voodoo...
The great voodoo high priest protects the tribe with white witchcraft, and she is the incarnation of the elves in the world!"
The king's translator loudly announced, full of awe and pride, that this was the greatest voodoo high priest in the Kingdom of Sanctuary, and that the people of the tribe had been protected by the ancient inheritance from generation to generation.
"This is the altar of Satan. The evil and powerful apostles of Satan sacrificed the souls of humans and animals to Satan in exchange for the reproduction of the descendants of the tribe! These four heads are the most powerful demon sons in the nearby tribes. They use their evil and powerful
head, opening the door to hell.
The dozens of skulls on the second layer are all descendants of powerful demons, supporting the demon's passage to the world. The third layer is the heads of monkeys and orangutans, which provide a gathering of mana for black magic... The terrifying Satan apostle uses black
Magic is shrouded in this land, and she is the devil’s spokesperson in the world!”
When the words translated by the Feng tribe reached Bunoru's ears, he automatically converted the indigenous language into his own understanding. He tried to grab the silver cross on his chest, but found that it had already been given to Mbemba Nzin
In the end, he could only cross himself with fear and trembling.
"meu deus! O omnipotent God! Please give me the power to defeat evil. I pray to you, pray for your blessing, and make a faithful promise. I will definitely return with divine power and bring all
The devil is sent back to hell to purify all uncleanness with fire!"
Despite the fear in his heart, Bruno moved forward bravely. When he reached the door of the temple, he saw a row of masked voodoo warriors in front of him.
The voodoo warriors are armed with sharp iron knives and wear tight cowhide hoods. The hoods only leave three holes for the eyes and nose, and on the top of the hoods are a pair of huge horns. This kind of
The shape of the masked bull's head represents that they have given everything to voodoo, no longer have themselves and their families, and will never take off their masks again in this life.
Seeing the arrival of the king and the foreigners from a distance, a voodoo priest walked out of the temple to greet everyone. The voodoo priest wore a bright and scary red solid wood mask with a monkey skull inlaid on the top of the mask.
It is a finely woven human hair braid. There are hundreds of long braids hanging down to the ground. It is unknown how many people used the raw materials, and it is slowly being dragged on the ground.
In voodoo belief, masks are an amplification of human spiritual power, and the skull and human hair on the mask are decorations with natural power. A mask often stays with a voodoo priest throughout his life, unless she is so powerful that she no longer needs the mask.
A group of people entered the main hall of the temple. Bruno saw his Feng tribe interpreter suddenly trembling violently, and uncontrollable fear appeared on his face. Following the interpreter's gaze, he saw a row of expressionless black men.
, their faces were blue, their eyes were stiff, their movements were slow and steady, and they stood quietly in front of the painting of the snake god.
"Zumbi! The god of pythons, the power to bring the dead back to life, the resurrected corpse!" The Fon tribe interpreter shouted to Bunoru in a low and trembling voice, saying words that he could not understand.
The snake god has different names in different regions. It is called dambala in West Africa and zumbi in Congo, Central Africa. It means a totem that represents good luck, the god of pythons.
It also represents the power of resurrecting the dead, which is the most famous resurrected corpse in voodoo culture!
And in the future, when the black slaves in the Congo were captured by the colonists and brought to the Caribbean Islands and Florida in North America, their name gradually evolved into "zombie", which will be the American word zombie that will be widely circulated in the future.
Such resurrected corpses do exist in history and reality, and it is generally accepted that they are living people in a state of suspended animation. The spirits of these people have been destroyed by the influence of mental toxins, mainly pufferfish, but their body 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 handle simple mechanical tasks. Due to tirelessness and pain, their bodies will age extremely quickly, and they can usually only
After more than ten years of use, it will truly become exhausted and die.
Bruno did not understand the concept of a resurrected corpse. Therefore, his eyes were quickly attracted to the voodoo high priest in the middle of the hall.
This is an extremely old woman. She is sitting cross-legged on the ground, her head hanging slightly, and her face cannot be seen clearly. She is wearing a simple cassock, and the cassock is engraved with extended pythons and countless small and twisted patterns. Bruno feels that
These patterns are very similar to those on the temple walls, and they should also be mosquitoes.
There is a huge voodoo box in front of the high priest, and in his hand is a staff made of human bones. The top is a human skull, which comes from the most powerful previous high priest, and the handle of the staff is a human thigh bone. She
Place the pale skulls of several African macaques on the wooden tray for divination, and then carefully identify the texture of the skulls under the dim candlelight.
Hearing the footsteps of everyone, the Voodoo High Priest raised his head. Time had taken away all the freshness on her skin, leaving her like a skeleton covered in human skin. The old skin overlapped with deep wrinkles, and her face looked like
She didn't show any expression. At this time, she was calmly looking at everyone who came in with a pair of eyes that were not cloudy.
"Dear High Priest, may Voodoo be one with you." Entering the hall, the king and warriors bowed their heads respectfully and saluted the high priest. Bruno struggled for a moment, and finally looked at the baskets of food in the hall with fear.
The monkey head still bows its head to the apostle of Satan.
"My children, the ancestral gods are blessing you!" The corners of the voodoo high priest's mouth raised with a kind smile. She looked at the fair-skinned foreigner and looked at him carefully.
There was a moment of silence in the main hall of the temple. The king and the warriors were silent. The Feng clan interpreter was trembling all over, but he did not make a sound.
After a long time, Paul woke up from the intermittent coma and entered the chill stage again. His whole body was shaking, his teeth were chattering, and he weakly screamed in a low voice: "Foda-se! Cold, cold, I'm so good
cold!"
Everyone's eyes focused on Paul. Bruno finally couldn't help but said: "Dear high priest, please help my companions cure the curse on them!"
The voodoo high priest nodded slightly, and the masked priest came forward, grabbed Paul with both hands, and placed him in front of the high priest. Looking at Paul who was constantly shaking and moving, the high priest frowned slightly. She opened the voodoo
He took out a small clay pot from the poison box, mixed a little powder with his fingertips, and lightly sprinkled it into the mouth of Paul who was screaming.
With a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye, Paul quickly became quiet. A smile appeared on his ferocious face, and he fell into a deep sleep again. The tribal warriors all lowered their heads in fear, and Bruno also trembled in his heart.
This is voodoo's special zombie powder, which is mainly composed of extracted tetrodotoxin and datura juice. It also adds baby skull powder, ground lizards and worms, and toxin juice from the back of toads. These powerful nerves and
Physical toxins, when properly proportioned, can achieve different effects such as poisoning, numbness, paralysis, suspended animation, tranquility, sleep aid, and pain relief.
Of course, only senior priests can master the specific ratio. Usually, the fresher the raw materials, the more powerful the effect of the medicinal powder. There is no shortage of magical animals and plants in the vast land of Africa.
The Voodoo High Priest stretched out his skinny arms, held up Paul's sleeping head, opened the sailor's eyelids with his fingers, and carefully observed the white retinas. She shook her head gently.
"The power of the ancestral god has invaded his mind. He has not survived the test of the ancestral god. This man is hopeless."
With that said, 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 cut. Blood immediately seeped out from the wound. Seeing this scene
, Bruno felt impulsive. He wanted to rush forward to stop Satan's apostle, but he quickly 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 smell..."
A trace of surprise appeared on the high priest's old face.
She thought for a moment, then looked around at the foreigners, found the trembling Feng tribe interpreter among them, and smiled kindly.
"Child, come here and let me have a taste."
Over time, enough knowledge has been accumulated, and the high priest can directly speak the language of the Feng tribe.
The Feng clan translator suddenly lost his strength and fell to his knees. He was shaking like chaff, but he still obeyed the high priest's instructions and crawled to the high priest. Then, he seemed to remember something and pulled off the clothes from his chest.
Cross, and then bowed his head on the ground, offering complete surrender.
The Voodoo High Priest dipped his fingers into some zombie powder, gently held up the Feng Tribe Translator's head, and rubbed it on the end of his nose. Soon, the Feng Tribe Interpreter stopped shaking. He still remained awake, his face
A joyful smile appeared on his face, and he meekly allowed himself to be manipulated by the high priest.
The Voodoo High Priest took the Feng tribe translator's arm and swiped it with the same precision. The bright red blood slowly seeped out, and his old tongue tasted it again, carefully pondering the taste.
"Well, these foreigners...are really different from us..."
The Voodoo High Priest then looked at the Feng Tribe translator kindly.
"Children, how long have you been in this land?"
"The days of two palms..." the Feng tribe interpreter replied meekly.
"Really? Is that so?... It's so fast... It seems really different..." The Voodoo High Priest thought thoughtfully and smiled meaningfully.
The high priest of Voodoo waved his hand and asked the Feng tribe to translate back. The translator knelt and walked backwards until he was beside Bruno. Bruno was trembling in his heart. He prayed for God's power to protect him from the manipulation of Satan's apostle.
Then, the voodoo high priest waved to the priest to bring other aliens up one after another. She tasted the blood of the aliens one by one, and the light in her eyes became brighter and brighter until it was Bruno's turn.
"My child, you are very healthy! The Ancestral God did not choose you." The high priest looked at Bruno kindly and smelled his scent. The Feng tribe translator meekly relayed beside him.
Bruno trembled all over, and he resisted the slippery and disgusting feeling of licking his arm with his tongue. God still gave him the courage, and he faced the apostle of Satan bravely and stubbornly.
"Your three companions did not survive the test of the Ancestral God, and the power of the Ancestral God invaded the brain. They are hopeless, leave them behind. The others are still in the test of life and death. There is a bottle of potion here, drink it
We can temporarily guarantee your safety within a week. You go away and don’t come back. In any case, the test of the Ancestral God will eventually come until you die or merge with it!"
The high priest of Voodoo looked at Bruno kindly. This child carried the greetings of the gods, which temporarily delayed the arrival of the ancestor gods. But in this land, everyone must go through the test of the ancestor gods. Death or life is absolutely inevitable.
!
"Your three companions have been chosen by Satan, and Satan's power has completely corrupted them. They are hopeless and must sacrifice their souls to the devil. Others are also being corroded by 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 corrupted by the power of Satan, and you will either die or become one of the devil's people!"
When the words of the translator fell into Bruno's ears, he once again understood everything according to his own concepts. His whole body trembled, fear surged from the depths of his heart, he reluctantly took the potion from the high priest, and then staggered back.
Bruno told everyone his understanding. The sailors looked at the three peaceful sailors lying on the ground in horror, and then looked at the devil's potion in Bruno's hand with complicated expressions. After hesitating for a moment, the remaining five sailors drank it one after another.
The emerald green potion and the strange smell spread out, making people feel soothed.
The sailors were about to leave immediately. Bruno remembered something and turned around.
"I want to take away my brothers' belongings."
The Voodoo High Priest nodded kindly.
Only then did Bruno step forward. He forcefully pulled away Paul's arm that was protecting his chest, put a hand into his good brother's arms and groped repeatedly, and finally took out two pure gold bracelets and an ivory piece from his arms.
There is also a sparkling malachite.
The other sailors also suddenly realized that they took away the belongings of the two remaining sleeping sailors.
"Paul, my brother! You can go with peace of mind. I will find your sister and take good care of her! If she is not dead yet." Bruno made a brotherly oath to Paul and took one last look at his brother's peace.
With a sleeping face, he turned and left.
The sailors almost fled away from the temple, and the Feng tribe translator also quietly slipped away with them. The moment they left the temple and saw the sun, Bruno prayed devoutly to the cross in his heart and made a promise.
"meu deus! O omnipotent God! Please forgive our sins and save us from the fire of hell. Please lead the souls of all people, especially those in need of your mercy, to the kingdom of heaven! I will definitely bring you
Return with divine power, send Satan’s apostles to hell forever, and let the devil’s land be purified in fire! tenho saudades! I miss you! Farewell, my brother.”
Looking at the aliens running away, and remembering the pair of blood-stained gold bracelets just now, the Voodoo High Priest frowned. She had a premonition of something ominous.
"Prepare the altar. I will perform sacrificial divination and ask the great ancestor gods about the future!" the high priest ordered to the left and right.
The priest wearing a bright red mask bowed respectfully. She took away a basket of monkey, orangutan and leopard skulls each, and then went outside to provide more mana media to the altar.
At this time, King Nziga Nkuwu, who had been watching silently, finally spoke up and asked.
"Dear Voodoo High Priest, what exactly is the Ancestral 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 is invisible and intangible, but he is always with us. The Ancestral God has sent down boundless power and given us the test of life and death, and he has evolved through the test.
Our body evolves our blood, and also evolves our soul. The ancestor gods have already become one with us!
The Ancestral God tested us mercilessly and protected us mercifully. He set down boundless barriers on this warm land and promised the land to His children forever. Under the scorching sun, those white-skinned foreigners
They cannot stay here for a long time because their bodies cannot survive the test of the ancestor gods. This is the land given to us by the ancestor gods!"
With that said, the high priest of voodoo stood up, held up the human bone staff and the 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,
Then commanding the resurrected corpse, these expressionless strong men slowly picked up the sleeping naked foreigner and followed closely behind the high priest.
The king also followed with his warriors in silence.
The altar has been cleaned, the black goats have been removed, and the bottom floor is filled with skulls of various animals. The masked priest directed the resurrected corpse to place a comatose white-skinned foreigner on the top of the altar.
The high priest of voodoo opened the voodoo box, gently took out a bottle of powder, and poured it into his right hand. The powder was made from male mosquitoes, and unknown herbs were added to it.
The Voodoo High Priest stretched out his right hand towards the sky, and countless blood-sucking female mosquitoes gathered. Her right hand was instantly covered by mosquitoes, and more mosquitoes gathered in groups and swirled around her, forming a black mist visible to the naked eye. These
The mosquitoes were unexpectedly docile and did not suck blood, but accompanied the high priest calmly. The flying mosquitoes brought up the breeze and blew the high priest's cassock, as if they were accompanying the messenger of God.
The king and warriors lowered their heads in fear and saluted the voodoo high priest. The high priest's voice seemed to come from the distant wind.
"Look, these beautiful elves, these messengers of the ancestral gods. Under the warm sunshine, by the quiet pools, billions of elves are guarding us and the land of the ancestral gods. They are so kind, bringing them
The test of the ancestor gods of all people allowed the people of the ancestor gods to stay and take away the foreigners forever. The elves will never stop guarding our land!"
An unusually 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 made her eyes become confused, and the mosquitoes flew into strange and unclear shapes.
"Let's begin!" the high priest called softly.
The voodoo priest wearing a red mask raised the sacrificial dagger without hesitation, and drew blood marks on the face, arms, chest, and thighs of the first white-skinned foreigner. The smell of blood immediately spread.
The mosquitoes gathered around the high priest paused neatly, then suddenly turned around and pounced on the foreign sacrifices on the altar. The white skin was almost instantly covered by black mosquitoes, and the mosquitoes were furious in the air.
dancing, sucking in fresh blood.
The eyes of the Voodoo High Priest were hallucinating, and the dance of mosquitoes was like a blurry picture. In the boundless hallucination, she saw the white-skinned terror coming from the northwest, riding a huge sailing ship, carrying a fire-breathing weapon.
Roaring weapons brutally destroyed everything along the coast. Then, they came ashore and greedily plundered the land's wealth, gold, silver, gems, ivory, and spices.
"Really, is that so?... White-skinned foreigners are about to come from the sea... They bring ruthless killing and destruction... They plunder the wealth of the land..."
The mosquitoes sucked the sleeping foreigner madly at a speed of 40 milliliters per second. The total blood volume of the human body is only 5,000 milliliters. In just two minutes, the foreigner calmly and peacefully turned into a mummy in the anesthetic toxin secreted by the mosquitoes.
The mosquito swarm also gradually subsided from its fury.
"Not enough, not enough, keep going, I want to see more!"
The second sacrifice was also delivered to the altar. It was also covered in wounds and covered in black by mosquitoes. Changing shapes continued to dance in the sky.
The high priest of voodoo once again saw hallucinations. White-skinned foreigners occupied the inland towns, and then fell one after another under the test of the ancestor god. They evacuated the rainforest in embarrassment, shouting about the devil's land, and then took away all the wealth
, also kidnapped the people of the Ancestral God. The people of the Ancestral God were transported on huge sailing ships and sailed all the way to the west. The elves of the Ancestral God also followed on the ship and sailed to the unknown west.
"Really, is that true?... The white-skinned foreigners cannot withstand the test of the ancestor gods... They capture the people of the ancestor gods... and take the elves of the ancestor gods... to the west... Continue!
"
Paul was finally sent to the altar. He smiled peacefully. In his smile, he lived happily with his sister and brother Bruno, forgetting all the sins he had ever committed. Then the endless swarms of mosquitoes swooped down and brought him to the altar.
His eternal sleep.
The Voodoo High Priest couldn't help but get closer to the mosquitoes, so she could see them more clearly.
The people of the Ancestral God died all the way and fell into the sea, until the end of the sailing ship was another continent. On the continent, there were also warm sunshine, quiet pools, and everlasting warm jungles. There the people of the Ancestral God were saved.
Put down, wearing shackles and shackles, working hard in the fields, the white-skinned people cut off their limbs and cut their throats at will. However, before the people of the Ancestral God, the elves of the Ancestral God had already set off, and they were endless among the pools.
multiply, and then fly to the distant place promised by the ancestor god.
"Really, is that true?... The white-skinned people took the people of the ancestor gods... to the same warm land in the west... The elves of the ancestor gods also multiplied together... Not enough, not enough, I want to see more
many!"
The Voodoo High Priest finally walked up to the altar. Mosquitoes surrounded her densely, like docile pets.
"I have spent ninety rainy seasons, and my soul will return to voodoo at any time. Let me use my own blood to see the future predicted by Qingzu God..."
The voodoo high priest muttered to himself. She took off her robe, revealing her shriveled and thin body, and then waved the sacrificial dagger without hesitation, cutting her upper body with blood.
The mosquito swarm paused for a moment, and finally went berserk again. Like the eater's pet, they instantly covered the high priest. The skinny body held less blood. In less than half a minute, the voodoo high priest fell into a hallucination before his death.
.
She saw mosquito swarms multiplying endlessly in the rain forest, and then flying into the depths of the jungle. Where the elves of the ancestor gods flew, everything was changed forever. Countless yellow-skinned natives fell in despair due to repeated fever and pain, and white-skinned natives fell in despair.
The foreigners cannot stay here long.
Only the people of the Ancestral God, and only the dark-skinned ethnic groups, can truly take root! They multiply endlessly in this vast land, growing stronger in the midst of hardships, and the ethnic group becomes more and more prosperous, until they are far away
Hope for the future!
"Really? Is that so?... The elves of the Ancestral God have forever changed the land under the sun. The people of the Ancestral God have struggled to multiply and grow on the land! The sacrifice of our people's flesh and blood was used to exchange for the land where our people take root, and
Our clan’s prosperous future is the blessing of our ancestors!”
"So that's it! The Promised Land of the Ancestor God is in the west..."
The high priest of voodoo murmured to himself. She faced the land in the west, her face full of the tranquility and contentment before death. She smiled, finally opened her mouth, and licked the spirit of the ancestor god, just like this in the prophecy of the ancestor god.
She fell down without any regrets. Under her were the shriveled bodies of Paul and other sailors.
Seeing the voodoo high priest's final sacrifice, the king fell into unbelievable shock and joy.
"The high priest is completely crazy! This horrible old woman sacrificed herself! She is finally dead!... I will never allow such a high priest to appear again. The Gentiles are right, the power of the king should not be violated
The interference of the priesthood! I want to convert to the benevolent God of the Cross Pillar!"
Thousands of miles away in the west, the morning sun had just risen from Lake Texcoco, lighting up the great lake city of Tenochtitlan. Accompanied respectfully by the chief priest Ketzal, an unusually old man emerged from
He walked out of the majestic temple and looked to the northwest with a frown. Just now, Kechar brought him the news of Tisok's death.
Camping in a distant mountain, Shulot looked at the rising sun in the east and sighed softly.
By now, Europeans should have arrived in the Congo and opened Pandora's box. Anopheles mosquitoes and Aedes mosquitoes will come with the European fleets and fly to the warm and hot American rainforests, turning the now densely populated tropical areas into
A desolate and dangerous world.
In 1519, when the Spaniards first explored the Amazon River Basin, it was still a place with luxuriant water and grass and densely populated areas. Countless tribes relied on the abundant food in the tropics to survive.
A hundred years later, when the British and French explorers came again, it was already a desolate and uninhabited land, and the Indians had disappeared. Two-thirds of the white explorers also died of malaria and yellow fever on the way, and they had no choice but to
Do not return halfway.
Anopheles mosquitoes bring fatal malaria, and Aedes mosquitoes bring yellow fever and dengue fever, which are fatal. Where these African mosquitoes pass, the American rainforests are reshaped and no longer suitable for Indians and white people to live!
From the Brazilian rainforest to the Amazon rainforest, to Venezuela and Colombia in South America, to Panama, Nicaragua, Honduras, Guatemala in Central America, then to Cuba, Haiti, Dominica, and the Caribbean Islands, and even to Louisiana and Florida in North America!
In all places covered by tropical rainforests, in all places where mosquitoes fly in Africa, malaria, yellow fever and dengue fever will exist in the tropics forever and will never leave. The yellow-skinned compatriots in the tropical rainforests will die helplessly and desperately.
The Indians could no longer thrive, they could not even gain a foothold.
The tropical rainforests of the Americas will no longer be the homeland of Indians, nor the land where white people breed. They will always belong to black-skinned ethnic groups! Even in another three hundred years, white colonists can only huddle in clean tropical towns.
Within this period, farmland, mountains, forests and rivers were handed over to hundreds of times as many black slaves.
The American tropics will be forever changed, and no one can stop it. This is the blessing of the black African ancestral god!
This chapter has been completed!