Chapter 1396: Lord! The Castilians actually colluded with the Turkish Kingdom!
"Wow!..."
In just one breath, the old sea turtle dived to a depth of more than ten or twenty meters before returning exhausted from the deep sea. This longest breath-holding period, for ordinary people, lasts about tens of seconds. For experienced people,
For a pearl diver, it takes two minutes. For an old turtle who has been diving since childhood and has special physiological talents, this breath is almost the limit of human beings, nearly three minutes!
However, after diving 20 meters in less than three minutes, any unnecessary movement may be fatal. In the old turtle's first dive, he could only determine the underwater position of the "Thunder Magical Artifact" and
Silently remembering the fastest path in his mind. After resting for two quarters of an hour, he picked up a big stone again and jumped off the boat again.
"Wow!..."
"Wow!..."
"Whoosh!...Whoo!..."
"Huh...huh..."
Diving and salvaging is a long process, especially at a depth of more than 20 meters, which requires many preliminary explorations. And at such an unimaginable depth, the physical exertion is equally astonishing!
In half a day, the old turtle dived five times in total, and in less than a quarter of an hour, he was completely exhausted. Then, he collapsed directly on the boat, with veins popping up all over his body, and even his eyes were squeezed out.
Bloodshot. And this was the limit of his exploration and deep diving attempts today!
Of these five dives, he spent the first four trying to determine his position. Only on the fifth, most extreme dive, did he barely reach the 8-pounder gun more than 20 meters away and touch it lightly. Then, he returned to half the height.
, completely exhausted the oxygen and all the physical energy!
If the observant dog-born hadn't had a keen eye, put away the rope in time, and fished the old turtle out of the water, this tribal pearl diver who worked hard for his "faith and wife" would have drowned directly in the sea...
"Witness the Lord God! Priest Xiu Cat Eagle, we sent a total of more than a dozen pearl divers, and only one, Old Turtle, could barely touch the large magic weapon once! ... But the surface of the magic weapon was very smooth, and it was very heavy.
It seems to be half sunk in the sea mud! If you want to tie a strong rope to support the weight of the magic weapon, and then use a big ship to tow it... just one breath of time is probably not enough!..."
A day's salvage attempt proved a grim reality: even if you don't care about the life and health of the tribal pearl divers, they desperately endure the high pressure of the deep sea and endure the pressure changes that destroy the body... Just the limit of human breath-holding limit, the pearl divers also
It is impossible to complete the task of salvaging the magic weapon, and there is even no possibility of completing this task!
"One breath is definitely not enough! The pearl divers must be allowed to ventilate midway! As for the auxiliary equipment that can ventilate...perhaps, you can try skin bags, fish bladders, rubber balls?...Then, take advantage of the low tide when the water is shallower..."
The sky was getting dark, the sun was setting over the sea, and the 8-pounder gun on the seabed disappeared from the canine hunter's field of vision. Without enough direct light, even with eyesight like an eagle, it was impossible to see clearly more than 20 meters underwater.
The repair cat on the big ship was silent, thinking about more tools to assist the salvage. But at this moment, a Tylenol boat finally arrived, bringing the two fished-out prisoners.
"Master Priest! The Caribbean man and the blue-eyed demon were finally brought by the militiamen!..."
It took most of the day for the Taíno militiamen to bring the two prisoners over. Of course, this was not because the distance between the two was too far, but because it was not until almost sunset that the two prisoners, who had not woken up for a long time, were managed by the militiamen.
Wake up. Different from later TV dramas, people who really drown often fall into deep coma and shock, and it is common for them to not wake up for half a day to several days.
And when the aristocratic scholar Martin Beiheim had a splitting headache and barely woke up from a coma, he felt the pain of "slapping" on his face and heard the natives shouting in surprise.
"Blessed by the Lord God! The evil demon that the priest wanted to see has awakened! I used the Lord God's amulet to wake him up!..."
"Quick! Try harder! Use the wooden charm to slap his face!..."
"Ahem!...Uh!...Don't...don't hit...me..."
Scholar Martin was bruised and bruised, with hummingbird marks on his face, and the noble clothes on his body had long been stripped off. With eyes full of fear, he was dragged up by two strong native warriors before he could be humiliated.
When he got on the big ship, he looked around in horror and saw only a row of "savage warriors" carrying golden axes, and that damn one with the same shape as him.
Caribbean native sailor!
At this moment, a "native shaman" with feathers and the most complicated clothes was having a smooth conversation with the native sailor in an unintelligible native language... Sure enough, there was something wrong with the captured native sailor, he was a devil.
Native spies!
"God bless you! Your name is Ayue. Are you not from the Caribbean tribe? You are from the jungle continent further south. Are you a Locono people? What about your tattoo?...Oh, your tribe has many connections with the Caribbean people. Sometimes they fight, and sometimes
Will they also intermarry with each other? It’s really interesting…”
"Oh! Twenty or thirty days ago, when you were hunting with the hunting team, you were caught by the fleet of white-skinned demons and worked as a coolie sailor on the deck?... From the endless jungle continent in the south to a string of islands in the north
?…So, the demon’s fleet arrived at the southern continent first, and then headed north?!…It’s really strange, it’s different from last time…”
"What! The white-skinned evil demon's fleet fought several battles with various Caribbean tribes, and was even ambushed by the Caribbean tribes on Black Lake Island. Many people died?! Are the Caribbean tribe so brave? Can they break the iron skin of the evil demon?
?...Huh? Poison arrows? The Caribbean people have powerful frog poison arrows, which will kill you if you shoot them?..."
Taíno and Locono both belong to the Arawacan language family and are roughly equivalent to different dialects. Although Xiu Cat Eagle can communicate with Taíno and Ayue's Locono, there is no absolute difference.
Obstacles. Facing the "noble shaman of the archipelago tribe", Ah Yue was careful and vigilant while answering honestly, telling her experiences along the way in great detail.
On the one hand, this is naturally because the status of the "tribal shaman" is unique and he is a respectable object in all tribes. On the other hand, he has witnessed the strength of this "big tribe of the archipelago", and the golden handfuls
The axes and the faces of fierce warriors all told him to "respect and obey".
"Oh! You always wanted to escape, but you were closely watched by the brutal demon... But in last night's battle, you found an opportunity, so you hugged this native's 'noble chief' and took the opportunity to jump into the sea?... Late at night
Jumping into the sea on a battlefield?! This is really brave... a narrow escape from death!..."
"Well... then why are you holding the evil noble chief together? Are you afraid of being shot by evil magic weapons? At the same time, it is also revenge? You have to drag someone down even if you die?..."
Hearing Ah Yue's experience of lurking on the ship and finally killing the "evil noble chief", Xiu Maoying was amazed and his eyes showed approval.
The red-haired Cha Bo next to him, after asking for the translation of Tylenol, his eyes lit up. Such a clever tribal warrior should be under his command and be his personal soldier! According to the words of the Black Wolf leader
, this is a "natural wolf cub"! With just a little practice, he will become a powerful "jungle wolf", and he is better at water fighting than their canine descendants...
"O Lord God! You are a born warrior! You were able to escape from the devil's ship alone and were salvaged and rescued by us. You are blessed by the Lord God and fate!..."
"Witness the Lord God! I will personally hold a conversion ceremony for you!...Then, you will join the kingdom's fleet...Okay! Now that Chabo has spoken, from now on, you will follow him!..."
Ah Yue was ignorant and bowed to the "tribal shaman", and was then taken away by the red-haired Chabo to join the glorious "Kingdom of Cuba Navy". After learning about the experience of the Demon Fleet, Xiu Mao
Only then did Eagle move his gaze, looking at scholar Martin with cold eyes, at this "blue-eyed, blond-haired evil chief."
"Haha! The color of this hair and eyes looks different from ordinary white-skinned demons! ... And this good appearance, these intact teeth... Huh? Why is there a big strange scar on this guy's lower abdomen?
It seems that some kind of tattoo symbol was engraved on it, and it was burned?...The symbol seems to be, VI?..."
Xiu Maoying frowned and looked at the body of the "Evil Chief". The hair on this "Noble Chief" seemed to be much less than that of ordinary prisoners, as if it had been carefully trimmed every day. Of course, this is a good thing, sincerely.
The location is obvious. It is much more convenient to offer fresh food to the Lord God!
"The Lord God bless you! A very good sacrifice from the noble chief, it will definitely make the Lord God happy!..."
The "native shaman" Xiu Maoying's cold and appreciative gaze made scholar Martin tremble all over, and goosebumps appeared on his neck. Then, Xiu Maoying's eyes moved away from Martin's heart, and he looked past the smallpox after he recovered.
The "acne mark" on the side of the person stays directly on the other person's lower abdomen.
There is obviously a weird "scar mark" there. Even if it has been specially "processed" and the previous number of the animal name "VIVIVI" cannot be seen, it still feels very wrong. Yes, in Western Europe in this era, it is used naturally.
It's a Roman numeral, "VIVIVI", which is "666" for "evil devil"!
And if such "suspicious" scar marks were taken to the Inquisition and discovered by the "Inquisitor", even a nobleman like Martin would have to really shed a layer of skin and hand over all his wealth! You know,
In the world of God at this time, the crime of "worshiping the devil", even if it is just a vague suspicion, is still much more serious than "murder and arson", and even greater than the crime of "rebellion against the prince"!
Ordinary European aristocrats simply cannot grasp this kind of "high crime of God". For example, Vlad Dracula, the Archduke of Wallachia, who had just died eighteen years ago, was once punished like this because of his brutal behavior.
A serious accusation. But Grand Duke Dracula had thousands of troops in his hands and was on the front line of the war with the Ottoman demons. This crime could not be weighed. When he was alive, he was only "four or two".
And if the scholar Martin suffered such a serious crime, there is no explanation at all. He is completely "unable to weigh a thousand pounds"! He will definitely be judged by the Lord of the Church after the "fair trial of the Lord" in the tribunal.
They eat them alive and eat up all their property!…
For this reason, scholar Martin is always wrapped in tight aristocratic robes wherever he goes, maintaining an absolutely aristocratic demeanor. Except for occasionally returning to his hometown in Nuremberg, he spends most of his time on the remote Azores Islands.
, the further away from the Holy See, the better. And it was precisely because of this deliberately created handle that Bruno and his gang were able to secretly ask Martin out, then faint him, and earn money from the exploration fleet...
"O Lord God! Holy Father of Huitziloppo! This? This?... This is actually a devil worshiper!... This golden hair, he is not Portuguese, he is an Alemanian? An
Alemannic devil-worshippers!…”
Just when scholar Martin was trembling with shame, anger and fear, an exclamation in Castilian suddenly sounded from the corner of the ship. When scholar Martin heard the sound, his eyes widened in shock!
I saw a "native sailor" with a bird pattern carved on his forehead, hiding among a group of warriors and militiamen, looking over. Even if the other person had shaved his beard, and his skin was tanned red and black... he could tell it at a glance.
You can recognize that this is a "white-skinned tribesman", a Castilian!
"Lord! The damn Castilians actually colluded with the native kingdom!!..."
