The sky is clear and blue, with white clouds floating by. The sea is like a mirror, with sparkling waves. The fleet set off from Daxiang Lake and followed the extended coast to the north and east for two hundred and fifty miles before arriving at the mouth of another large river.
The river is turbulent and the water flow is abundant. Chihuaco stood on the bow of the boat and after a little estimation, he knew that the river was two miles wide and the length extended to the end of his sight. And looking at the turbulent volume of water, the area that the river flows upstream will probably be very vast.
"Tikallo, what kind of river is this?"
"Oh! You said this river, that's incredible!"
Mayan merchant Tikalo looked at it for a moment and answered with a smile.
"This is the Río River! The upper reaches of the Río River continue to turn eastward and continue for hundreds of miles, even connecting with the barren central basin. This river was a golden waterway in the Mayan classical period. It is said that there were once Thousands of miles. Many commodities from Calakmul, the Snake City, were transported along this waterway, all the way to the coast, and then turned north. But after the divine disaster came, the upper reaches of the Great Grass River gradually dried up and cut off, leaving only the lower reaches. Half... However, even now, there are still many Mayan tribes living or hunting along this river with plenty of water."
"Settlement or hunting?"
Chihuaco was startled for a moment. In this Yucatan Peninsula with abundant rainfall, are there also hunting tribes? He was a little confused and asked.
"This long river is so wide and extended, and the water is very abundant. The land along the bank also looks very flat and fertile, enough to support tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people farming. Such a fertile place is still very desolate right now, why is it still there? Are there tribal safari?...Wouldn’t that be a waste of this good land and this good water!”
"This... who knows..."
Tikalo thought hard for a while but didn't answer. In the mysterious Yucatan Peninsula, there are so many unknown questions and puzzling phenomena that no one can answer.
"Actually, the current Central Basin is also full of rivers and precipitation. It once supported millions of mortals! However, after the divine disaster, various tribes desperately fled there, turning the fertile land into a green desert. , and it hasn’t changed yet... Maybe all of this is the will of the gods!"
Everything unknown is due to the power of the gods! This is the simplest and most irrefutable answer. Chihuaco scratched his head, his eyes flashed, and he remained silent.
After watching it for a while, Tikalo pointed to the southeast of the river mouth. His expression became slightly solemn and he spoke seriously.
"Captain Qi, look, there is a small city four or five miles southeast. If I remember correctly, it should be Putum, 'an area with lots of grass', Prairie City!"
"Chakanputum, Grande Prairie?"
Hearing the name, Chihuaco was stunned and looked around. As the fleet traveled along, there were swamps and rainforests along the coast. Only this area was full of long grass and sparse trees, and the sight suddenly became wider. Wild deer are jumping among the long grass, birds are resting on the sparse trees, and everything is full of vitality.
At the end of the sight, the old militiamen searched hard and finally found a simple small town. This small town is very low and small in area. It is more like a stockade than a small town. On the north side of the small town, near the river, there are several sparse farmland, which has not yet reached the planting season and is covered with grass. The small town is surrounded by a shallow wooden fence, and in the center is a small temple. And from a distance of several miles, some wandering tribesmen could be vaguely seen, and they didn't know what they were doing.
"It's really strange..."
Chihuaco touched his chin and thought for a while before asking.
"Ti Carlo, there are woods everywhere along the way. Why does the land suddenly open up when we get here? In terms of precipitation and rivers, this place should be not much different from the south..."
"Well..."
Hearing such a strangely angled question, even though Ticaro was knowledgeable, he was stunned on the spot. He thought for a while before answering uncertainly.
"Perhaps it is the power of the Moon Goddess or the Rain God? This river often floods during the rainy season, and the floods will flood the surrounding forests..."
Chihuaco shook his head and denied.
"But the Hidden Snake River and the Red River we passed before often flooded. But the woods there are very dense."
"Then, perhaps it is the power of the wind god, which will blow hurricanes in midsummer and destroy the big trees along the way. I remember that the summer wind in this area is very strong, and the coast will be affected."
"The summer winds were strong as we traveled. The land of Huastec was also swept by hurricanes, but the trees were still very tall."
"Hmm... it may also be the control of the earth god. Underground in this area, there will be deep wells emitting black oil. We have used that kind of black oil before when repairing ships. Where the black oil comes out, the trees will It’s hard to grow.”
"No. There is a lot of black oil in Vastek..."
"...Ah! It can only be the divine disaster six hundred years ago!"
Under a series of questions from the old militiamen, Tikallo's divine and wise head still failed to withstand the test. He couldn't help but miss Orosh, the once simple jaguar warrior. Also "simple", the Jaguar warriors are genuine, but the old militiamen in front of them are completely fake!
"Divine disaster? Divine disaster...what exactly is it?"
"Uh... God's disaster, I don't know. It could be decades of floods, decades of drought, decades of war, or..."
Having said this, Ti Carlo paused slightly. With some heartfelt fear, he told the last record that made the ancestors despair.
"....Rain of stars falling from the sky!"
"Hiss! Star Rain?"
Hearing this, the old militiaman opened his eyes wide and took a breath.
"Why do the stars in the sky fall?"
"Because the gods are angry, the descendants of the gods are dead, and the stars have fallen!"
Ti Carlo pursed his lips and recalled with difficulty for a long time before speaking in a low voice.
"The ancestors didn't say much about the specific process. There was only such an epic..."
After hearing such a top secret, everyone in the flagship came forward to listen to Ti Carlo's story. Tikalo's brows were lowered, his words were faint, and even his voice had the coldness of death.
"...The angry gods dropped the burning stars. The stars fell to the ground like fire from the sky, igniting everything unclean! The forests were burning, the farmlands were burning, and the city-states were burning. And after the gorgeous burning, the sky was filled with Dust, and unspeakable cold. When the white ashes fall, the corn will die, and people will be naked and frozen stiff in the temple... That is the most terrible divine disaster, the most turbulent place, where people can perish. The whole world!..."
"O Lord God! Please protect me and give me light and warmth!"
Upon hearing such horrific descriptions, Puap shuddered and prayed aloud. Priest Tuomat also lowered his eyes and remained silent. Only the old militiaman thought for a while, and doubts appeared in his eyes again.
"Tikallo, when the sky fire burns, it will release a lot of light and heat. But why, your ancestors said that after the sky fire, there will be a terrible cold? There must be something to do with it..."
"Uh!...Captain Qi, your wisdom has surpassed mine. I...I didn't answer this question."
Ti Carlo twitched the corner of his mouth, lowered his head, and smiled bitterly.
"Perhaps, you can ask my ancestors in your dream..."
"Hiss! Blessed by our ancestors! Quick, look at the shore!"
At this moment, a urgent cry came from the mouth of the mountain bird with excellent eyesight, full of anxiety. He is not very interested in the divine disasters of the southern tribes. After all, in winter in the northern continent, white divine disasters are everywhere, and they may even last for half a year!
His gaze has been carefully observing the southeastern walled city. In his eagle-like eyes, he could clearly see that a group of wandering tribesmen stopped and looked at the coast in surprise. Then, the group of tribesmen rushed out like rabbits and reported the news to the prairie city.
Then, not long after, a line of green smoke rose! Thousands of tribal warriors, holding spears and carrying spears on their backs, howled and poured out from behind Prairie City, like groups of hunting dogs that had discovered their hunting target.
"Four hundred people, eight hundred people, one thousand two hundred people, one thousand six hundred people, two thousand people!..."
Dark Snake's eyes widened, he calculated desperately for a while, and then shouted sharply.
"Ah! More than two thousand tribal warriors are rushing towards the fleet! They also have hundreds of canoes!..."
"Damn it! Where did this Maya tribe come from? They move like the wind and they gathered so fast!"
Huitu Puap was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it. He paused for a few breaths, then immediately blew the conch horn on his neck and screamed miserably.
"Everyone! Wear armor, hold bows, set up spears, and get ready for battle!"
