Chapter 681 The Second Kingdom Exploration, Arrival! The Long Feathers of Quetzalcoatl
The howling wind is like the roar of the gods in the sky. The sea waves are turbulent, like giants standing on the sea. Under the dark and deep sky, the seven long ships of the Kingdom's exploration are like straw swept away by the rapids, struggling to stir and stir.
In the deep sea, the fleet drifted with the current, spinning, unable to extricate itself. It wasn't until the flag signal was hoisted on the flagship and the long sails on the bow and stern were raised that the howling wind stretched out its hands, stretched out the bow-like sea surface, and shot out tiny
longship!
"O Lord God! Ah!..."
Huitu Puap hugged the tightly tied mast, feeling the lightning speed of the ship, and shouted in terror. The strong wind blew away his eagle helmet, and the tide penetrated his leather armor. Even his feet were
The fast longship was about to fly off the deck.
"Ah! The condor! This is the remaining curse of the condor. It wants me to fly like an eagle, and then fall into the sea..."
Huitu was shouting randomly, but the raised sail was full and bumped into something. After a few breaths, a petrel, which was knocked unconscious by the sail, fell from the height of the mast and hit it straight.
On the head of the dust.
"winter!"
"God...ah..."
Huitu's eyes turned dark, his head was lost in the lake, and he still held the mast with both hands. The wind and rain came in waves, and the tides knocked the long boat sideways from time to time. The main priest Tomat was tied to the side of the boat, still holding his head high.
Fearlessly shouting into the storm, inspiring all the crew.
"The Lord God bless us! She protects us and resists the evil gods' obstacles! We will definitely, definitely will, pass through the storm and waves and reach the fertile land of divine revelation..."
"Mecat!"
"Captain, move a little to the left. Okay, okay! Move to the right..."
Chihuaco, an old militiaman, stood at the stern of the boat, controlling the stern rudder with difficulty and trying his best to turn the bow of the boat towards the east. He didn't know where the fleet would be taken by the strong wind, and could only let fate lead the way. But he was convinced that as long as he rushed
After passing the center of the storm, the fleet will definitely survive!
"Unpredictable fate... I hope you can be more reliable than gods..."
The old militiaman murmured and stood at the stern of the boat, tied with a rope. The long boat was swaying, and he stumbled, but he never fell.
The dark clouds were always low, the waves were erratic, and the strong winds became more and more fierce. The kingdom's fleet was carried by the strong winds like a spinning arrow and moved forward for an unknown period of time. Chihuaco, the old militiaman, gritted his teeth and relied on an uneasy flow.
He bowed his head with all his strength, even if his knees were weak, he still stood on the boat.
The ship was moving very fast, and the bow of the flagship was pulled by the wind, constantly rising, and then pushed down by the waves. Amidst such rhythmic rocking, a comatose petrel swayed towards the stern of the ship, until it reached Qiwa
At the feet of the branch.
"Uh? This unconscious seabird?...Is it a bad omen?..."
Chihuaco stared, looking at the lost seabirds in the storm, and felt a sense of uncertainty in his heart. However, after a moment, he reacted again, with surprise in his eyes.
"No, that's not right! There are seabirds appearing, we should be at the edge of the land! This is a good sign!...Cavado, the storm has weakened. Climb the mast carefully and take a look around!"
"Yes, Captain!"
Hearing this, the mountain bird Cavado got soaked all over and climbed up from the deck, as if he had been fished out of the water. He tremblingly, holding the slippery mast and the extended rope, climbed to a height of several meters.
. Then, he looked hard for a while, shook his head and shouted.
"Captain, it's too dark! You can't see anything! It's all dark in the distance..."
"Okay...come down!..."
"boom!"
A delayed flash of lightning flashed across the gloomy sky, illuminating the road ahead. The mountain bird Cavado was suddenly shocked. He stretched out his hand and pointed forward in surprise, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Land! Captain, land suddenly appeared in front of you! It's a shoal! No, it's a small island, no, it's a string of small islands!...Ah, a long string of small islands, right in front of you, so close.
!...Oh! No! We are going to collide... we are going to collide..."
"Boom! Bang bang!"
A violent collision suddenly sounded from the bottom of the ship! The entire long ship shook violently in an instant and rushed onto the beach. The speed suddenly dropped from more than ten meters per second to zero. The old militiaman Chihuaco staggered and could no longer stand, facing towards
The bow of the ship fell over. The mountain bird Cavado screamed and fell from the mast several meters high. Fortunately, the rope on his body entangled his legs and hung him upside down at the stern of the mast.
He had a narrow brush with death. The crew members on the ship were also rolled into a ball in the fierce impact. As for Ti Carlo in the cabin, he was hit up and down many times, and even his head was swollen.
.
"Blessed by the Lord God! She guided us to the prophesied land!"
After a while, the chief god priest Thomas was the first to get up. He held up the sun amulet in his hand, walked to the bow of the ship, and stared at the beach washed up by the long ship. The beach was gray-white, like bones.
Desolate. And on the beach where the tide rises and falls, no trace of man-made objects can be seen.
Then, he looked around, and a desolate and narrow island appeared in front of him. The island seemed to be only two or three miles in diameter, and the edges could be seen at a glance. There were more fragments on the sea on both sides.
The small islands form a long extending island chain. From a distance, this island chain is like a fishing line pulled out of the sea. From the far sky in the northwest to the sky in the southeast, there is no end in sight.
I don't know how many miles long it is. And the kingdom's longship was blocked by this long island chain and stranded on the deserted beach.
"Uh...this is the fertile soil, Cuba?"
Priest Thomas touched his head, feeling a little unsure. The storm was much weaker and the sky was a little brighter. He looked around and carefully observed the deserted forest on the island, but still saw no sign of human activity.
"Kuba, where is this?"
Chihuaco's face was pale. He held the Mayan merchant Tikallo in one hand and the guide Cuba in the other hand and walked to the side of the ship. Tikallo's face was even paler than Chihuaco's, as if he was ground bone meal. He was strong.
Holding back the turmoil in his stomach, he leaned against Bowser and asked a few questions in a low voice.
Kuba stood beside the boat in a daze, looking at the dark sky, the vast blue sea, and the fragmented island chain. He sniffed the fresh sea breeze, as if he wanted to smell his ancestors from the sea breeze.
The smell of hometown. Everyone gathered around him, holding their breath and not disturbing the guide's memories.
"The long island chain, I recognize it...this is, this is..."
Kuba's face gradually became vivid, like a dull wooden board painted with bright colors. And such colors, engraved deep in his heart, were the growth rings he was born with.
Engraved with the marks of his ancestors, the corners of Kuba's mouth gradually turned up, and his eyes slowly became moist. He seemed to be smiling, but not crying, and wanted to shout, but he didn't know what to shout...
After a while, the Guanajatabe guide straightened his spine in front of Tikalo for the first time. He stretched out his hand, pointed to the islands in the southeast, and whispered.
"Here are the long feathers of the snake god, which fell on the island chain on the sea. And not far to the east is the large island of scales, where the scales and flesh of the snake god fell."
Then, Kuba turned around and pointed to the northwest of the island chain, looking at the increasingly bright sea and sky, his eyes became bright and his voice became excited.
"There, at the end of the long feathers... is the tail of the Feathered Snake God, the mountains to the west of the sea, where the ancestral tribes are! At the end of this island chain, is the rich and fertile land, Snake Island Cuba!"
