Aztec Eternals

On the boundless sea, the strong wind gathers dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, petrels are flying proudly like black lightning. With its sharp eyes, it looks down at the vague sailing boats on the sea. Then, the storm swept over, swallowing Haiyan and the fleet together!

"Lord God! The sky was clear just now, why did a storm suddenly arise?! Could it be my curse?"

Huitu Puap was wearing leather armor, his eyes widened in horror, watching the black clouds approaching from the sky. The black cloud gathered into a group, with a whistling sound, it seemed to be slow, but it struck at a high speed. In just a moment, the rolling clouds completely engulfed the kingdom's expedition fleet. The sky dimmed instantly, and the waves suddenly became choppy. Even the double-decker longboat was spinning like a toy among the waves!

"The Lord God bless the fleet! We have been traveling eastward for nine days safely, at least seven hundred miles! The Cuban Snake Island in the east must not be far away, and it is just around the fleet. This is the final test. As long as you survive this storm, you will be able to reach the sacred land of prophecy!"

The priest of the main god, Tomat, wore a short robe and held the emblem of the main god aloft. He stumbled and loudly encouraged the crew. Even though he had never seen such a violent storm, his devout faith gave him a fearless heart and the courage not to fear death.

"Praise the Lord God! He will give us divine blessings to walk through this obstructing storm!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The deafening thunder tore through the drowsy sky and illuminated the turbulent sea. A shadow as tall as a wall appeared not far away, and suddenly rushed towards the swaying fleet.

"Lord God! Cloud Snake God! Ahh!."

The apprentice Dark Snake grabbed the rope and let out a horrified cry. A big wave eight or nine meters high came head-on. With a "wow", the big romantic passed the bow of the ship, wrapped around the dark snake's thin body, and hit the side of the ship with a "bang". Dark Snake's eyes darkened suddenly, and the rope in his hand couldn't be loosened, swaying wildly like seaweed.

"Wow! Wow!"

As the ferocious waves passed by, the Dark Snake was like a weak fish, lying flat on the deck, spitting out blisters. Beside him was Didi who was also dizzy. Didi raised his head reluctantly, looked around, and saw the crew members sitting scattered all over the place, and there seemed to be some familiar figures missing.

"Bah bah! Such big water, such big wind, and such big thunder!"

Sailor Didi shook his head, spitting out the salty seawater, choked his nose, and felt very uncomfortable. He looked up at the dark clouds all over the sky, and at the dull day, his heart was full of fear. But in fear, he touched his tattooed forehead and felt a pious conviction.

"Ah, no. The Lord God is the biggest one! He will cover us with light, just like the sun in the sky!"

However, the Lord God does not seem to have heard Didi's prayer. On the surface of the sea not far away, another big wave is accumulating and rising, like a hill growing out of the sea, it is about to sweep over!

"Boom! Boom!"

Lightning and thunder, the ear-splitting rumbling with dazzling white light, turned into a sonata in the storm. Sailor Didi glanced at the sky and took a deep breath.

"Hiss! Another big wall!"

Didi was in a hurry, and added two more loops to the rope tied to his body. Then, he finally saw the dark snake lying flat, and was taken aback. After a little hesitation, he pulled out the rope and tied the dark snake to his side again.

"The Lord God bless! Persevere! Persevere to the end, is the victory of light! Cough cough!"

The shout of the main god priest, Tomat, fluttered faintly on the boat, still so firm and fearless. Dust Puap leaned against the mast, tying himself to the mast at the bow. It seems that there is a bit of sacrifice-like determination.

As for the other warriors and sailors, most of them were ashen-faced and terrified, trying to stay on the long ship. And the low voice of prayer sounded on the boat, like everyone's only hope.

Didi looked around, but didn't see Papa Chivaco, and suddenly felt a little anxious. The waves were so big just now, could it be that the captain's father was swept away by the waves? Thinking of this, Didi felt a sore nose, and cried bitterly while hugging the dark snake.

"Woooooo! Dark Snake, big daddy, no more!."

"Wow! Wow!"

The turbulent tide rushed in again, causing the long boat to sway and rotate half a circle on the spot. Under the flagship's cabin, there was a sudden "bang bang"!

"Hiss! Ticaro, your long hair is so bald and hard!"

The old militiaman Chihuaco covered his head and glared at Tikalo at the bottom of the boat. Ticaro's face was pale, and just as he was about to speak, he spat out with a wow.

"Ahem! God. Ah."

"My God! How long will this storm last? How far are we from Cuban Snake Island?!"

Chihuaco is holding Tikalo, a Mayan trader, in one hand, and Kuba, a Cuban guide, in the other. He stared at the terrified Bowser, asked sharply, and then looked at Tikalo.

"Quick! Help me translate!"

Ti Kalo opened his mouth with difficulty, and after talking to Kuba a few words, he turned his head and reluctantly answered.

"The storm in this sea is very impermanent. The sudden storm must have been brought by the hurricane. Maybe the next moment, the storm will stop and go away. It may last for four or five days before it dissipates. "

"Hiss! Four or five days? No, the situation of the fleet, how can we last for another four or five days! In our previous explorations, we have never encountered such a big storm!"

Chivaco turned pale and wobbled on his feet. He gritted his teeth, with an anxious expression on his face, and asked repeatedly.

"How far are we from Cuban Snake Island?"

Ticaro asked aloud. After a while, he paused and answered awkwardly.

"Kuba said that based on the number of sailing days, we should have arrived in Cuba!"

"What!"

Chivaco jumped up angrily, and hit the deck above his head with a bang. He covered his head in pain and cursed in a low voice.

"Arrived in Cuba? You can't see even a little bit of land around you."

"When there is a storm, you can't see far away. Kuba said that our location must be near Cuba."

"Damn it! Nearby? The blind one."

Chivaco let go of the two of them and left them in the cabin. He turned around and climbed onto the deck, only to see high waves coming from above his head.

"Ah! Blind Majesty"

"Wow! La!"

"Bah! Bah, bah."

After a while, Chivako got 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 the rope to himself. Then, with weak legs and feet, he staggered and searched for a while, before finding the sea priest Mekhat.

"Mekart, where is the wind heading now?"

"Ahem! Dear Captain Chivaco"

Mekart was in a mess, drenched all over, holding the compass dial, and huddled in the corner of the longboat. He stretched out his finger, dipped it in the rain, felt it carefully for a while, and then replied uncertainly.

"It seems to be east, south. Occasionally west, north."

"The wind blows from east to south, sometimes from west to north. The boat swayed to the left, swayed to the right, and didn't move."

Chivaco, staring and dripping, thought for a moment. Afterwards, he looked at the long boat that was swaying from time to time and wandering around indiscriminately, and asked through gritted teeth.

"Mekart, where is the bow of our ship pointing?"

"Uh, it was heading southeast just now, but now it seems to be heading northwest again."

Chivako sharpened his eyes and looked at the surrounding sea. Vaguely, he saw several other long ships with different bows, but their positions did not deviate too far.

"Damn! The fleet has not moved, has not moved forward, and is spinning in the storm"

"Uh! Dear Captain Chihuaco, the crew has never encountered such a violent storm, and it is difficult to row at this time."

"Raise the bow and stern sails! Let the wind carry us forward!"

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, bit his lip and shouted orders with great determination. In his eyes, there was a desperate determination again, just like the night when the capital city was broken.

"Raise the sails! No matter what, we can't stop here!"

"Raise the sails! The Lord God blesses the fleet, and turn the bows to the east!"