The sun flew away like a flamingo, flying to the end of the sea. The day's march, pursuit and fighting all turned into a faint red wave that dissipated with the bodies of the sailors thrown into the sea.
As the sky faded, a large group of canoes emerged from the large inlet in the south. They were loaded with more than two hundred Taino men and surrounded the two captured caravels, like people preparing to carry the spoils of war.
"Worker ants". The leader of these "worker ants" is the Mayari chief, Anani Shuihua, who is very tall but does not have a majestic face. He wears a talisman of the Lord God and has a hummingbird forehead tattoo.
"Hiss! The Lord God bless you! It is exactly what the prophecy said, the white-skinned evil demon came in a ship that has never been seen before, sowing killing and death!...Ah! May the Lord God bless you..."
Seeing the two caravels, Chief Splash was shocked for a while, then he lowered his head and held the amulet around his neck, fell to the ground, and prayed to the main god in the distance to the west. He has been a believer in the main god for more than three years, and he can be regarded as respectful and respectful on weekdays. But
This time, seeing with his own eyes the prophecy of the Longship Tribe three years ago came true, a kind of piety that he had never experienced before finally rose in his heart, like a bonfire lit under the night, covering his simple heart with light.
, warm and bright.
"Can know the future and cover the sea and the sky...The Sun God is really bigger than all the ancestor gods combined!...This is a real, powerful, god like a sacred tree!...I pray to you, even if I offer my
Life...May you protect the Water Flower Tribe and all the tribes in the Hot Land (Cuba) from being harmed by evil spirits! I beg you!..."
In the afterglow of the setting sun, hundreds of Taíno militiamen and more than a hundred kingdom warriors all faced the bright red west and held devout evening prayers. The name of the god "Huitziloppo" resounded throughout the sea.
, also echoed through the captured Castilian galleons.
After the evening prayer, there was a festive dinner! Everyone lit a bonfire and shared the cassava, sea fish, lizards, fruits and tobacco leaves brought from the boat. The aroma of starch and barbecue, mixed with the relaxing smell of tobacco, wafted to
On the carafe where the prisoners were imprisoned, the few kingdom warriors in custody were both envious and irritable.
"Cha Bo, everyone else is on the shore, eating delicious food, eating sweet food, eating spicy food... Why did the two of us propose to stay on the ship to guard the prisoners and bandage the prisoners of these evil tribes?..."
"Ha! Mikui, I vomited after eating the roots of the Cuban tribe. It's really tasteless! The evil tribe is also a human being and has to eat...I'm sure they must be hiding something that we haven't eaten.
Good stuff!...Haha! Let me look for it!...I found it! These sealed buckets must be the food they store! Let me open it and take a look!..."
The red-haired guard Cha Bo smiled brightly, and used the ax in his hand to pry open the sealed wooden barrel that no sailor had ever wanted to open. Then, a marinade that had been brewing for three full months was stinky enough to make people faint.
The smell of fish suddenly hits your nose!
"Uh?! What is this? This smell... evil!!..."
"Huh? This smell...is...stinky herring?..."
Boatswain Qiachu tied his hands and feet and sat on the deck. The wounds on his limbs were simply bandaged by the native warriors, and also wrapped in some chewed leaves with a good smell, which gave him a spicy feeling.
He raised his head greedily, smelling the aroma of food coming from the shore not far away, and his stomach couldn't stop growling. From morning to now, he had experienced an exhausting fight, but he had eaten nothing. However,
, the natives tied them to the boat and did not give them any food, not even rotten roots, even a mouthful of cold water...
Obviously, hunger and thirst are the most effective weapons, which can make prisoners lose their will to resist and even lose their ability to escape. In his current state, he cannot swim, let alone escape, and will drown if he falls into the water.
However, just when he was ravenously hungry, a familiar, disgusting smell wafted over, causing his expression to change drastically. He wanted to eat at one moment, and felt nauseated at the next.
"Holy Mother! What a strange native warrior, he actually opened the barrel of pickled herrings!... This barrel of herrings is the last reserve food on the ship, unless it is a last resort... Ha!..."
"Damn it! Chabo, close the lid quickly! Close it quickly! Ugh!..."
"Ah! Ancestor! I fell into the pit of corpses! I'm going to die...Evil!..."
A moment later, the two red-haired guards escaped from the cabin in embarrassment, their faces still a little frightened. Their faces turned green, cursing each other and the "evil and vicious" demon. Until they couldn't help but sneered.
When it reached their ears, the two of them suddenly looked sharply and looked at each other fiercely.
"Huh? Who is it?!... Hey! A yellow-skinned evil spirit?!..."
"..."
Boatswain Qiachu felt remorseful and hurriedly lowered his head and shut his mouth tightly, but it was too late. Two pairs of calloused feet were already standing in front of him. Then, a strong hand grabbed his pale yellow thighs.
His hair forced him to raise his head.
"It's really strange! Mikui, among a group of white-skinned demons, how come there is one with brown skin? He looks a bit like us..."
"Cha Bo, could it be that he is from a tribe on the island of Cuba who has taken refuge with the devil?..."
"Let me see his teeth!... With these teeth, at most he could be an ordinary tribal warrior or warrior..."
"Hey! Which tribe are you from?! How did you get on the evil demon's ship? Are you leading the way for the evil demon?!..."
"Ah!...that...respected knight of Sipangu...Chachu is not laughing at you...he is just...starved and fainted..."
Carlo, the goldsmith, squatted next to him and said something carefully. He saw the murderous eyes of the two native warriors. He immediately shrank his neck, lowered his head, and said nothing.
"..."
Boatswain Chachu looked horrified and confused as he looked at the two menacing native warriors in front of him. These two native warriors were carrying bows, wearing leather armor, and had mysterious tattoos. Although they were not tall, they were
There was naturally a murderous and ferocious aura on their faces, just like those Shinra mercenaries wandering around and looting. As they spoke, the expressions of the two native warriors became more and more fierce, and they even pulled out their copper axes!
"Damn it! Mikui, this tribesman who surrendered to the devil is pretending to be stupid! I asked him three times in wasteland dialect, plateau dialect, and Cuban dialect, and he didn't even answer me!..."
"Cha Bo, is it possible that he is mute?..."
"Didn't he laugh at us just now?..."
"Stupid! A mute can also laugh, but he can't speak..."
“I don’t think so!… This must be a tribesman who was bewitched by an evil spirit! He is a traitor who turned his back on the Lord God… He was fascinated by the evil god, so he boarded the evil spirit’s ship, gritted his teeth, and said nothing!…
"
"Then what do you want to do?...Kill him and throw him into the sea?..."
"Hmm... This tribesman is among the demons, so he must know a lot about the demons... I want to wake him up from the demons' temptations, make him convert to the Lord God, and then ask him carefully about the demons' information!... Especially, on this ship.
Are there any hidden belongings?…There must be!…”
"Well, that seems to be the case... But Chabo, you are not a priest, how do you wake him up and make him convert to the Lord God?..."
"This is simple! We did it once before when we were conquering the Mixtecs in the south..."
The red-haired guard Chabo smiled innocently and confidently pulled out the useful stainless steel dagger. But after thinking about it, he changed it to the obsidian dagger for sacrifice.
"Let's use obsidian! The priests all use obsidian... Mikui, light a brazier!..."
"...The brazier is ready-made, right here...then what to do?..."
"Let me think about it... cut off his hair, throw it into the fire, and carve a sunbird of the main god on his forehead... um... that's right! And cut off a little finger! Only pain can wake him up, and the priests are like this
Do it!…”
"...Don't kill him...there aren't many prisoners to begin with, and we still have to keep some for sacrifice..."
"It doesn't matter! He is not a white-skinned demon. As long as he wakes up and converts to the Lord God, there is no need to sacrifice... Praise the Lord Huitziloppo! You are bigger than the sky, bigger than the sea, and bigger than the evil god of evil spirits.
!…More!…”
"Ah! What are you going to do?...Ah this? This is?!"
Boatswain Chachu stared wide-eyed, looking at a red-haired native warrior, holding down his left hand while "smiling" and raising a stone dagger. The other native warrior clamped him tightly, letting him
He couldn't move at all, only endless fear and darkness hit his heart.
"God bless! Holy Mother bless! Canary Dog God bless! Ancestors bless me!... Damn it! No!!...Ah!!!..."
A howl of extreme pain, a wisp of green smoke from a brazier, a stone dagger carved with force, a sailor with tears streaming down his face. In the first ray of night on the coast of Cuba, in this extremely simple conversion ceremony
Here, the first European to convert to the Lord God was suddenly born.
