Aztec Eternals

Caravia sailed upstream to explore this ancient continent that has not changed for millions of years. It represents the Westerners to rediscover and occupy the world. A new great geographical discovery also means a new great geographical occupation.

Bruno looked at both sides of the bank, the bank is boundless and dense rainforest. In the rainforest is the hidden cooking smoke, all kinds of novel plants and beasts, and the overwhelming mosquito swarms, and there are also faint peeping eyes.

Most of these onlookers were wearing simple grass skirts, turbans of unknown meaning, and holding iron farm tools or weapons in their hands. They looked at the big ship and the white-skinned people on board curiously, not knowing what the arrival of these people meant.

The sailboat returned to the location of the riverside village where the native warriors and native warriors had dispersed. Paul looked fiercely at the village not far away.

"Fodesse! The feathered warrior is gone, Brother Bruno, let's go ashore!"

His face was a little pale, because he had a low-grade fever and chills for no reason recently. But a heart longing for a happy life is still cruelly eager to try.

"Paul, you should rest for a while. Half of the sailors on the ship are not feeling well recently. There are only 20 of us now, so it's better to be cautious."

Bruno shook his head. The disparity in strength is the only reason that prevents them from doing it.

"Fodesse! Tenho saudades!" Paul looked helplessly at the village by the river, where there were many attractive golden lights that could be seen but not touched. He is depressed.

The boat continued to move forward. After another two days, the terrain gradually rose, and the upper reaches seemed to be a plateau. The jungles on both sides of the river were a little thinner, and the villages were denser. The poorly dressed black aborigines were working casually in the fields. At noon, many people hide in the forest and by the river to avoid the scorching sun, grab and eat insects, bananas and other tropical fruits with their hands.

The big boat on the river also attracted the attention of more tribal warriors, and they followed the boat upriver, yelling at the white-skinned people on board. Without receiving any response, the elite indigenous warriors pulled up their bows and shot iron arrows in vain towards the big ship hundreds of meters away.

The caravel sailboat may have broken into an important place, and there are more and more tribal warriors on the river bank. Bruno Lu counted, there were two to three hundred young warriors with wooden shields and iron spears, and there were more than forty senior warriors wearing chicken feathers.

Looking at the flickering iron light of hundreds of soldiers gathered by the river bank, Paul shivered violently. His body is a little weak now, and he also has some headaches. The natives in front of him have long been beyond the capabilities of the expedition team.

Soon, a dozen small boats also appeared on the upper reaches of the river. The small boats were a quarter of the height of the caravels, and each carried five or six warriors. These ships pose little threat to the caravels, unless the besieging ships lose speed and are forced to fight on board.

Bruno remained cautious and cautious. He sent the translator of the Feng family and a sailor who knew the most current affairs out in a small boat, and asked them to bring gifts of glass beads to express the goodwill of the explorers.

Soon, the boat returned with an interpreter and sailors, and brought back a brightly dressed native warrior. He wears a bright red turban, a gorgeous yellow robe, a string of rubies around his neck, and an interlaced "X" shaped blue tie on his chest, which symbolizes nobility. He showed his goodwill with empty hands, and he carried a big bow, two iron javelins, and an iron dagger at his waist.

Bruno's gaze was immediately attracted by the ruby ​​necklace. He quickly calculated that this string of gems was equal to a country estate or a large house in downtown Lisbon. If he had enough wealth, he could return to high society, enjoy a good banquet, docile servants and a comfortable life on horseback and hunting.

"Friendly foreigners, the front is already the sacred residence of Mweene Congo, the descendant of the gods. You can't move forward. If you want to see the great Mwene Congo, you must abandon the ship and walk under the guidance of the warrior!" The noble native warrior announced loudly, and the translator of the Feng nationality was struggling to translate beside him.

Brunolu thought for a moment, then took Paul and ten of the most combative sailors. Let the remaining nine people drive the sailboat and stay at the widest place by the river, just in case.

The Congolese are very friendly. Some natives drove small boats and brought roasted beans and fresh bananas to the sailors on board. The sailors returned sparkling glass balls and small carved wooden crosses. The two sides get along very harmoniously.

"What is this cross?" The noble native warrior looked curiously at the small object in his hand. He also saw a similar object around Bruno's neck, and it was also made of silver.

"This is the redemption of the Lord Christ! It is the cross carried by the holy Son of God to redeem his own people. It will save our souls. Belief in God is the only right way! Our trip is also going to the east to find people who believe in the cross. Kingdom of John!"

Surrounded by hundreds of tribal warriors, Brunolu patiently explained the belief of the cross to the pagan warriors. The translator of the Feng family scratched his head. There was also a wooden cross around his neck, and he tried to convey it according to his own understanding.

"This is the magic weapon of the cross stone pillar god! It is the soul magic weapon made by the son of the god with his own holy blood before death. It can protect your soul from voodoo and prevent him from being sucked away by the voodoo priest. The magic power of the cross stone pillar god Boundless! We are also going to the east this time, looking for another tribe that believes in the cross stone pillar god!"

It turned out to be a magic weapon of the soul! The noble aboriginal warrior was instantly in awe, and equated the cross with the skull magic weapon and voodoo doll in the hands of the voodoo priest. The fear of voodoo priests' insanity has long been deeply buried in the hearts of every Central and West African aborigine.

The native warrior thought for a while, carefully stuffed the cross into the inner skirt of his clothes, shut up and did not speak again.

After a few more days of the next trip, Paul became more listless. He had fever or chills from time to time, and he was obviously weak.

A group of people followed the road in the jungle and headed for the depths of the east. Finally one day, a tall flat-topped mountain appeared in the distance. From the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, a huge city can be seen faintly.

"Fodesse! What a devil's land!" The fever came again, and Paul wiped the sweat from his face. Even if he is as strong as him, it is a bit unbearable now.

"Yeah, it's really hot." Bruno also wiped the sweat off his brow. The sun in Central Africa was so hot that it almost roasted him. "Well, we're finally here! Mbanza King Kong!"

Mbanza King Kong is such a huge city, with dense wooden buildings and caves dug out of the mountain all over the top and bottom, and the coming and going residents are shuttled and dressed in all kinds of bright clothes. Occasionally tame elephants can be seen. It is perhaps the largest town in Africa below the equator.

Bruno made a rough estimate of the size of the city. It is estimated to be around 30,000 people, a full half of Lisbon! He followed the noble aboriginal warriors in amazement, passed through the bustling crowd, and came to the palace in the center of the city, where hundreds of strong aboriginal warriors were stationed.

The Royal Palace is the tallest stone building in the city, located on top of a hill. Various strange patterns are carved on the stone walls, and there are also twisted red and yellow square patterns painted on them. There are also skulls of various animals hanging on the top of the wall, especially the largest and most skulls of ligers, which seems to be a way of advocating majesty.

Looking at the dense rows of animal skulls and empty eyes, Bruno and Paul both shuddered.

"Fodesse! It's really a land of devils, a powerful tribe of devils!" Paul cursed carefully in a low voice, looked at the hundreds of feathered warriors in front of him, and shuddered again.

Bruno nodded in agreement. The two waited for a while, and the noble native warrior finally came out again, leading the foreigners and native translators in, and the king had already heard of their arrival.

Entering the palace, Bruno and Paul's eyes were attracted by a huge ruby ​​crown at the same time, and they both ignored the middle-aged black-skinned king under the crown.

The shape of the ruby ​​crown is like a huge upside-down conch, stacked layer by layer, each layer is based on silver, gold is the edge, ruby ​​​​is the center, and the edge is surrounded by dense malachite. The various parts of the Congo are the origin of green malachite, where emeralds can be seen everywhere, and rubies are even more noble.

The ruby ​​diadem was beyond Bruno's comprehension of price. He doesn't know how much it's worth, but it must be worth a fortune.

"Fodesse! Tenho saudades! It's a rich native tribe, but unfortunately it's too powerful." This was the first time that Bruno, who was born in a nobleman, uttered obscenities. His heart was turbulent beyond words, and his face was full of shock.

The king on the throne looked at the shocked faces of the foreigners with satisfaction. Mwene Kongo was the master of the vast land, and no one dared to question his majesty.

It took a long time for Bruno to wake up from the shock, and he looked at the opposite king.

The king had dark skin, sharp eyes, was in his thirties and forties, and wore a luxurious Phoenician purple robe. On the king's arms are two gold armlets inlaid with precious stones, as are his legs. He holds a gem-encrusted spear in his hand, and at his waist is an exquisite sword. Hundreds of elite warriors lined up around him.

Seeing the knives, spears and warriors, Bruno finally came to his senses. He touched his chest with one hand, bent down, and performed a noble etiquette respectfully.

"By the grace of Almighty God, in the name of João II the Great of Portugal and of the Algarves, of the Righteous and Good, I, Bruno Can, son of the Royal Family, offer my respects to the Great King of the Congo, of the mighty and rich You salute!"

The translator of the Feng tribe nodded. He had already been preparing to meet the great chief. There was also an interpreter who was familiar with Feng language on the opposite side, and the two interpreters saluted each other. They were the first communication bridge between the Kingdom of Portugal and the Kingdom of Congo.

"Under the protection of the god of cross stone pillars, in the name of the son of Joao, the great chief of Porto who loves guests, the owner of the land rich in wine in the ice-free harbor, I, Bruno Kahn, who has a noble mother, offer my respects to the beloved mother of the gods. Weene Kongo, the owner of 100,000 square kilometers of land, the leader of 100 warriors, the great chief Nziga Nkuwu expressed his sincere surrender and respectfully offered a tribute!"

At this time, the Congolese tribes still had a strong matrilineal remnant, and the status of women was very noble. They served as priests, chiefs, and even co-ruling queens, just like Nziga Nkuwu's mother and wife.

Afterwards, the Fon translator presented Bruno's gift to the king. A set of exquisite half-body armor, a sharp noble sword, a small glass mirror, and an exquisite woolen blanket. This was prepared by the Portuguese royal family for the powerful natives in advance, just as they first met the Songhai Kingdom.

Congolese King Nziga Nkuwu looked at these gifts with great interest.

He tested the firmness of the armor and the sharpness of the sword, and nodded in satisfaction. Then he took a look at his face with a glass mirror, showing admiration and surprise. As for the wool blanket, the king in the tropics didn't quite understand it, but it was really soft to the touch.

Of course, the woolen blankets here were not intentionally contaminated with smallpox, as Western explorers would do in the Americas in the future. Smallpox originally originated in Africa, and the king himself had experienced the baptism of smallpox when he was young.

Congolese King Nziga Nkuwu nodded with satisfaction. He ordered the foreign warriors whom he had visited to kneel, and then to return generous gifts.

Hearing the king's order relayed by the translator, Bruno and Paul looked at each other. They looked at the hundreds of elite warriors holding spears and blades around them, hesitated for a moment, then knelt down and saluted in a timely manner. Soon, on behalf of the king, the guards gave back to the foreigners white ivory and green malachite. Seeing the expensive gift in return, the two of them instantly forgot the humiliation of being forced to kneel down.

"By the decree of Pope Sixtus IV, the representative of the great Christ, and the King of Portugal, we look to the east for the rich country of our brother John the Priest, where there is the Gate of Alexandria and the fountain of youth, Come together against the evil and mighty Ottomans who obey the new moon!"

Brunolu then stated the purpose of his trip, to find King John's kingdom.

"The descendant of the god of the cross stone pillar, the grandson of the son of the high priest Sistu of the riverside city, and the chief of Porto, gave orders to the tribal warriors. They are going to the east to find another tribe that believes in the cross stone pillar god, the high priest Chief John the land of stone gates and springs warm in spring, come together against the Ottomans, the mighty tribe of the Moon God!"

King Nziga Nkuwu was lost in thought.

He shook his head first, because the tribe of the moon gods was obviously stronger than the tribe of the cross pillar gods. Go north along the tributary of the Congo River, walk a few days overland at the end, and follow the river again until the basin of Lake Chad is full of tribes of the moon gods. And along the main stem of the Congo River to the east, landed at the Great Lakes to the east, through the rifts and mountains, through the jungle to the coast, or the tribe of the Moon God.

There are so many tribes of the Moon Gods, and so powerful! As in voodoo beliefs, the reality of the moon is far greater than the reality of the wooden cross. How can the tribe of cross-pillar gods defeat them!

The king then nodded again, for he had indeed heard the high priest speak of the tribe of the cross-pillar gods. Follow the Congo River all the way east, land at the Great Lakes, cross the Rift Valley, and turn to the White Nile. However, after more than ten days, if you land eastward, you will be able to reach the edge of the tribe of the Cross Pillar God. But if you continue to go north along the river, you will be the extremely powerful tribe of the gods of the moon god.

"Mwene Congo, which is favored by the gods, knows the tribe of cross stone pillars and gods in the far east, where there are stone buildings, warm spring water, and a tribe of gods descended from the moon god!" the king's translator relayed respectfully.

"The great King of Congo knows the kingdom of Priest John, where there is the Gate of Alexander and the Fountain of Youth, as well as the evil and powerful Ottomans!" the priest of the Feng family also relayed respectfully.

Brunolu opened his mouth wide in surprise, happiness came so suddenly and unexpectedly. The dark-skinned earth king actually knows the kingdom of King John! Starting from Prince Enrique, it has been a whole decade, a whole generation of exploration. They finally fulfilled the Pope's command today, maybe they will be canonized because of this great discovery! They have finally fulfilled the king's orders and they will be knighted and rewarded for it!

Tears welled up in Bruno's eyes. He suppressed the heat in his heart, and carefully asked the king if there was any token that he could bring back to his life.

King Nziga Nkuwu nodded. He was quite moved by the loyalty of the alien tribal warriors. He thought for a moment, this kind of remote magic weapon could only be found in the high priest of voodoo. He also heard about the news of the various tribes on the mainland from the mouth of the voodoo high priest when he was a child.

"My warrior, go to the voodoo high priest to ask for the magic weapon of the cross stone pillar god." The king ordered, the warrior who obeyed the order trembled, his eyes were full of fear, but he still went.

Thinking of the voodoo high priest, the king couldn't help but tremble in his heart. That skinny old woman has lived far too long. She was alive when her grandfather was born. Her grandfather died, but she was still alive. Her father died, but she was still alive. Maybe, when she died, she would still be alive.

The people of the kingdom are so in awe of this old voodoo high priest. It is said that she can use a powerful magic weapon to absorb people's vitality and soul voodoo to maintain their eternal life. The voodoo high priest and the twelve priests are also like an unshakable mountain, firmly suppressing the king's power.

The voodoo high priest lives in the jungle far away from the city, and the messenger needs two days to go back and forth.

Bruno lived in the side hall of the palace, and continued to talk with the powerful king, while preaching the power and mercy of God. He sent a sailor to inform the sailboat. Others stayed here for two days, and by the way, Paul and several sailors who were not feeling well could have a good rest.

"You mean, in your tribe, the great chiefs are all men, and they can pass on the status to their sons and grandchildren from generation to generation?" In the stone hall, King Nziga Nkuwu asked in surprise .

After listening to the translator, Bruno nodded. Most of the successors to the feudal throne are direct males.

"You also said that in your tribe of cross stone pillars, the high priest can't control the affairs of the tribe, and the chief chief doesn't need the priests to vote?" The king was still surprised and couldn't believe it.

Bruno continued to nod. The tribe here is actually still using the long-abandoned democratic election system for elders, and has not embraced a powerful centralized kingship. It is really a barbaric and backward tribe.

King Nziga Nkuwu's eyes flickered. He was thinking about the teachings of the Cross Stone Pillar God, and felt that the Cross Stone Pillar God seemed to be kinder than the voodoo reverence of fetishism.

At this time, a little boy in a fancy dress ran over. The boy was dark and very lively. He has a pair of smart eyes, and his eyes are shining with strong curiosity. King Nziga Nkuwu placed his hand adoringly on top of his head.

"Father, I heard that there are a few white-skinned foreigners here today?! Ah, so white!"

The little boy looked at Bruno's floury skin in surprise and was about to reach out to touch it.

Bruno's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the little boy's exquisite face and clothing, smiled sincerely, stretched out his big white hand, and held the other's little dark hand in his in a friendly way.

"Who is this little angel?"

"This is my favorite eldest son, the future heir of the country, Mbemba Nzinga!" The king also had a sincere smile on his face. He loves his eldest son and hopes that he can inherit the throne smoothly.

Bruno understood. He gritted his teeth, reluctantly took off the silver cross necklace around his neck, looked at the smiling and nodding king again, and wrapped the silver cross necklace around Mbemba Nzinga's neck.

"Blessed Mother of Mercy!" Bruno drew a prayer cross on his chest, "This child will definitely become a great, merciful and holy king in the future!"

The king looked at the silver cross and smiled meaningfully. The little boy looked curiously at the silver cross on his neck, and he also smiled happily.

"Mbemba Nzinga." Bruno chanted the name in his heart. He didn't know why, but he thought of the former Portuguese King Alfonso who had passed away.

Two days later, Bruno took care of the three sailors who were completely ill in the side hall of the King of Congo. After two days of torture, Paul, the once fierce sailor, was completely sick.

Paul was lying on the bed in extreme pain, tossing and moaning, his whole body twitching unconsciously. His face was flushed, his breath was short of breath, he had a fever for five hours, and herpes appeared on his lips and nose, but his right hand was still trying to protect the front of his chest.

In Paul's mouth, he kept murmuring: "Fodesse! Terra do diabo! The land of the devil! Water, water, give me water!"

Bruno sighed and tried to pour some water into Paul's mouth. He knew that soon Paul would vomit all the water out, but there were servants in the king's palace to clean it.

At this moment, the translator from the Feng family came over. The translator glanced at Paul, and he was very familiar with this curse. This is the threshold of life and death that every black African must go through, and it is the choice of the ancestor god. Looking at the intensity of this curse, it is far more severe than what I had when I was a child.

He shook his head and looked at Bruno carefully again.

"My lord, the king is looking for you, saying that he got the token of King John's kingdom from the voodoo high priest."

Hearing the good news, Bruno finally lifted his spirits. He nodded and hurried to the king.

"This is the crucifix brought by the high priest of voodoo. It comes from the cross stone pillar tribe in the east." The king asked Bruno to hand over an ancient stone cross.

Bruno carefully inspected the cross. The shape of this cross is obviously different from that of the Orthodox Church. It has complicated patterns and sharp corners. It looks like a large cross with four small crosses at the four corners. Engraved in the middle are tangled lines, like the leaves of a flower. On the stone pillar of the cross, there is also a line of Geez letters that Bruno cannot recognize.

Bruno excitedly held the ancient cross in his hand, tears filled his eyes. After long voyages and fights, boundless rainforests and diseases, he finally found the trace of King John's Kingdom in the land shrouded in devils!

"Dear Captain Diogo Kang, we have finally discovered the traces of King John's kingdom! The merciful Virgin bless us!"

When this news reaches the Kingdom of Portugal, the rogue Columbus of the commercial city-state can also get out completely. This idea flashed inexplicably in Bruno's mind.

Of course, Bruno at this time did not know that in the far east, what was waiting for them and generations of successors to continue to search for was the powerful Kingdom of John, and the brothers who believed in God were Ethiopians on the plateau!

That was the direct descendant of King Solomon of Israel and the Queen of Sheba, the Solomon dynasty that ruled over the Ethiopian plateau. The only cross in the crescent sea, an ancient dynasty that lasted for two thousand years!

King Nziga Nkuwu nodded, not paying much attention to Bruno's reaction. He hesitated for a moment, deliberated over and over again, and finally did not dare to disobey the request of the voodoo high priest.

"The elder and respectable voodoo high priest who controls the soul has heard about your arrival, and she invites you to meet in the past!"

The king looked at these foreigners who believed in different gods and sighed slightly.

I'm a little frustrated, this pk failed, and I won't recommend it next week. Probably foreign history is still relatively small, if possible, I hope everyone can help to promote it, thank you. The codeword is relatively late today, so the post is a little late. Go back to the main character tomorrow.