The shores of Lake Atoyak in November are bathed in the sunshine of the tropical plateau. The sky is vast and clear, and the earth is green with a hint of yellow. Craftsmen and militiamen, wearing short and convenient robes, rushed in front of the longship. Sweat of hard work flowed down their foreheads and backs. In the south of this warm kingdom, winter is replaced by late autumn, without cold snowfall or freezing cold waves. The temperature at this time was sixteen or seventeen degrees, as comfortable as in early spring.
The two divine priests were silent, staring at this scene that looked like early spring, imagining the ice, snow and severe cold in the polar regions. After a while, Mickey, the knowledgeable man, lowered his head, carefully rolled up the first volume of will, then pulled out the second volume of cotton cloth filled with handwriting, and asked in a deep voice.
"Zuvaro, this is the second volume of His Majesty's decree! It contains specific prophecies for the second half of the voyage, as well as the tasks we need to complete after successfully crossing the western ocean, and the tribal forces we may encounter... You also need to read ?"
"...The second half of the voyage, the prophecy after crossing the western ocean?..."
Second-level priest Zuvaro was silent for a moment before shaking his head.
"Don't read it! Let's wait until we find the warm 'Seattle' Bay to read the second half of the prophecy! I'm afraid that if we read too much, we will lose the courage to move forward! The Lord God bless us!"
"Okay! The Lord God bless us!"
Hearing this, Mikey the Knowledgeable nodded and put away the second volume of Will again. He had read it crudely before. Although he was shocked and horrified, and could not imagine such a country...but he still had no doubts about His Majesty's prophecy.
"Let's go, Mickey! So many materials and manpower are gathered in the shipbuilding department. We have to personally inspect it and make sure it is properly arranged!"
"Okay! Check the supplies, arrange the manpower, and we will set off as soon as possible!"
The next half month was busier than ever. Twelve twenty-meter long boats and thirty ten-meter catamarans have all been inspected. The ship was loaded with all kinds of supplies and cargo, and also filled with crew members for the long voyage. Finally, two divine priests personally escorted them, watching as eight kingdom warriors carried two heavy copper boxes and carefully placed them into the compartment on the bottom floor of the flagship.
"Lord God witnesses! What is in this?"
Second-level priest Zuvalo frowned, looked at the two copper boxes at the bottom of the bilge, and asked doubtfully.
"It doesn't look big? It's only the size of two large buckets, but it takes eight people to carry it?..."
"Praise the Lord God! This is a special material given to us by His Majesty. It was sent from the land of Tlaxcala together with the divinely revealed sea map and prophetic decree. According to His Majesty's prophecy, after our successful journey to the west, these two The box will be of great use!”
Mickey the Knowledgeable hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand to ask the carrying warriors to retreat. Then, he lowered his voice and explained.
"Here are a thousand kilograms of gold nuggets! From the White Snake City, the molten golden statue of the God of Hunting..."
"Huh? Half a ton of gold? What's the use? The tribes in the northern continent... shouldn't be short of gold, right?"
Hearing this, the second-level priest Zuvalo was startled. He scratched his head, a little confused.
"When I was trading with the Yorem tribe, a pound of gold sand was about the same value as a pound of red copper, or even worse... In the Lake Kingdom, the output of copper mines has increased significantly. Gold is worth about two kilograms of copper. After adding tin to the copper material and making it into bronze, the value in the northern continent will double. If it is made into weapons, it will double again..."
"Witness the Lord God! When the fleet is doing business with the tribes in the North, they should transport more bronzes! They are much more valuable than this gold..."
Hearing Zuvalo's words, Mickey the Knowledgeable pursed his lips and nodded in agreement.
In Central America, which is rich in gold and silver, the value of gold can only be regarded as average. Its more important uses are in sacrificial rituals, the construction of god statues, and into sparkling noble ornaments, which are equivalent to gorgeous feather costumes. On the coast of the Western Sea of the Northern Continent, there are also many large and small gold mines, but there is no copper worth at all...
"Zuvaro, this is His Majesty's will! This half a ton of gold will be used after we cross the sea to the west. It is said that it can make the tribal alliance across the ocean go crazy!..."
"Ha! There will be a tribal alliance, crazy about this?"
Second-level priest Zuvalo grinned, smiled and shook his head, not quite believing it.
"...How is this possible? It's only a thousand kilograms of gold, and there are more than this amount in Yorem's tribe..."
"Well, your Majesty's words are definitely correct! I thought, these are melted statues of gods. They are different. There should be some divinity hidden..."
"Probably!"
The two talked for a while and then went to the upper deck. A dozen divine priests accompanying the ship were already waiting there.
Second-level priest Zuvalo straightened his spine and stared at the excited young faces in front of him and the first-level "Explorer" badges on their chests. He couldn't help but feel excited!
These young divine priests are all outstanding priests who graduated from Divine Power University a year and a half ago. They are familiar with astronomy, numbers, and surveying. They studied in the southern navy for a year, were promoted to first-class priests, and then served as captains of various longships.
They can be selected and join the divine exploration fleet. There is no doubt that they are devout mothers of faith! Before joining, they were all told: This exploration will last for a long time, undergo countless tests, and even cost their lives!
At this moment, more than a dozen divine priests were standing in front of the exploration captain Zuvalo with firm expressions, waiting for his order to set sail.
"Witness the Lord God! Have all the supplies been accounted for?"
"The Lord God witnesses! Everything has been counted!"
"Are all the warriors, militiamen and sailors of the fleet in place?"
"Witness the Lord God! Everything is in place!"
"Very good! Today is 10 House Years, 1 Water Moon and 10 Flint Days (November 22, 1489)! Write down today's day!"
Zuvalo, the exploration captain, had sharp eyes and had seen every pious captain and noted down every young face. He didn't know what the fleet would encounter during the long journey. He also didn't know how many people would survive until the exploration was completed. But he knows that everyone here is ready to die for their faith!
"The Lord God said, 'After a long arrow is shot, it is impossible to return! Either it hits the target, or it breaks...'"
Exploration captain Zuvarro raised his head, his face showing determination and fearlessness. Under the golden sunshine of late autumn, he looked around at everyone for the last time and declared proudly.
"We are His Majesty's long arrows! We were shot out by your own hands! Our path forward is either the glory of the hit or the death of the broken one!"
"Let's go all the way north, don't leave any room for ourselves! And only we can undertake such an important mission!"
"Go, everyone return to their respective ships! Follow my flagship and start this voyage facing death!... Praise the Lord God, I will go to her, even if I sink into the ocean!"
There was silence on the flagship for a moment, as if there were some heavy emotions flowing silently. Then, a low and neat announcement sounded, which was the oath dedicated to faith.
"Praise the Lord God, we will go to her, even if we sink into the ocean!..."
"Set off!!"
