It was late summer, it was warm and hot in Yunshe Mountain City, and the mountains on the plateau were lush and green. The metasequoia trees in the temple are tall and powerful, with black and red traces of burnt and blood-stained tree trunks. The white oak outside the temple has bare branches, and its bark and leaves have long been eaten away.
"The fire scorched the tall trees, and the people ate all the bark. The descendants of the gods sacrificed here, and the statues of the gods decayed and collapsed... The light fell, the blood stains disappeared, and all glory went to the Lord God!..."
Warrior Captain Bertard looked calmly as he looked at the scenes inside and outside the temple. He knew everything that happened here, and he also knew about the sacrifice held yesterday, but he did not participate in it personally. Then, he ordered his personal guards to call in the important participants in yesterday's sacrifice and arrange the final matters.
"Go! Call the Black Snake Turcotte!"
"Yes, Marshal Holy Eagle!"
After a while, Black Snake Turcotte bowed and came respectfully. At this time, he had changed into a dark green Mexica battle suit, and he was also wearing the main god's sun amulet around his neck. The most eye-catching thing is the red emblem of the Lord God carved on his forehead. Just one look at the width and depth of the stone dagger's carvings will make one's forehead ache.
"The Lord God bless you! Dear Marshal Holy Eagle, Black Snake greets you!..."
"Yes. Black Snake Turcotte, according to His Highness's promise, will grant you the status of a second-level hereditary noble in the kingdom. And your fiefdom is in the far northern continent, a bay valley with a mild climate (today's Morro Bay, Los Angeles and San Francisco). Near that bay, there is a tribe of northern Salinans called the Oak Tribe!"
"Praise the supreme Lord God! Praise the merciful Highness! Praise you even more, the brave Marshal Holy Eagle!..."
Although he was downgraded from the respected descendant of the Cloud Snake God to a hereditary noble of the kingdom, Black Snake's face was filled with joy and he knelt down to salute respectfully. After all, being able to become a hereditary noble of the kingdom is equivalent to having a foothold in the alliance and kingdom sweeping the world. It's just that the location of this fiefdom...
"Where is the Northland, the Gulf Valley?... What are the Salinans, the Oaks?..."
Black Snake Turcotte thought about it and determined that he had never heard of such a place, let alone the Salinan tribe.
Warrior Captain Bertard smiled calmly and did not tell Black Snake that the location of this fiefdom was "only" seven thousand miles away in the northwest of the world. The Northern Exploration Fleet, which arrived a month ago, requested to add a supply port between Xishan Port and Sanshan Port. This led to the arrangement of the Black Snake fiefdom... Bertard remained calm, just calm. Telling about the next plan.
"Black Snake, His Highness has given you the quota of 800 tribes. But the two villages of Yunshe and Yunshe have more than a thousand survivors. I will give these surviving tribes to you as your tribe's vassals! ... "
"The navy of the kingdom will transport you to Zicao County along the Talsas River. There, there will be a miraculous sacrifice of the 'Eye of the Lord God'. You need to participate in the sacrifice and then listen to the Lord God's teachings. Priests preach... At the end of the year, the Inquisition in Zicao County will examine your tribe's beliefs. At least you must memorize important scriptures and prayers..."
"At the beginning of next year, the third batch of the Kingdom's fleet going north will take more than a thousand of you to that valley, which is your Black Snake fiefdom. The area of that valley is very vast, and there are no People restrict your development... The kingdom's fleet will provide you with food and tools for development, and send you the priests of the Lord God. As for the construction of the fiefdom, it depends on you!"
Having said this, Samurai Commander Bertard thought for a moment. He recalled the black snake warriors he saw and the cloud snake warriors who surrendered.
Although these noble warriors of Tlaxcala have sallow complexions and look weak, they are only from hunger. In fact, with the tighter organization of these noble warriors and the fighting power they fought out of the mountains of blood, they undoubtedly had an absolute advantage over the small and medium-sized tribes in the northern continent.
However, the kingdom does not trust these warriors of divine nobles. In the conquest of the kingdom, they lost their power, status, wealth and tribe. They have lost too much, but they have too much traditional influence on ordinary tribal warriors. Therefore, it is impossible for the kingdom to incorporate them into the newly created legion, and usually sacrifice them to death!
But now, the exploration and development of the northern continent has brought a new choice: after converting, these unbelievable gods, nobles and warriors will be exiled and moved to the distant northern continent!
In the northern continent, the various divine descendants and nobles are just isolated strongholds. They lost contact with their original tribe, just like a fish losing water and unable to jump. And when they develop and fight for their own fiefdoms, they don't need to consider whether they are loyal.
As settlements and small fiefdoms were established one after another, the colonization of the northern continent and the strongholds of the Northern Sea Route were connected. These small and helpless fiefdoms are the kingdom's hard-working pioneers in the north and are also providers of supplies for the fleet. It is impossible for them to rebel against the kingdom, and even if they develop, they cannot be hostile to the kingdom. After all, in addition to food, the important supplies they need, including metal tools, weapons and equipment, sacrificial gemstones, and feather coats, must be provided by the kingdom's fleet!
"The new route opened up in the north, the exile and relocation of various divine descendants and nobles... His Highness is so kind and wise!..."
Warrior Captain Bertard's mind was spinning, and he couldn't help but feel emotional as he recalled His Highness's recent letter and the emphatically mentioned transfer strategy. He reached out his hand, patted Black Snake Turcotte's shoulder, and warned him patiently.
"Black Snake, when the kingdom's northern fleet transports you to the fiefdom, we will also provide you with an additional batch of leather armor, axes, spears, and bows and arrows! Most of your tribe are strong warriors, and there is a lack of women to continue the tribe... And The Salinan Oak Tribe has only five to six hundred people, and the other tribes are also small... They are a good choice for fusion!…"
"Ah! Develop fiefdoms and integrate local tribes?..."
Hearing this, Black Snake Turcotte's eyes flashed and he was thinking in his heart. The Lord God knocked him down from the high peak, but seemed to have given him a barren wilderness, leaving him with new hope in an unknown distance to the north...
“May the Lord God bless you!…”
Hearing Black Snake's sincere prayer, Warrior Captain Bertard nodded with satisfaction. He turned around, looked at the old militiaman Chihuaco in the corner, and said in a deep voice.
"God bless you! Your Highness already has a plan to explore the southern continent. Captain Chihuaco, you need to prepare early! ... Now that Cloud Snake City has fallen, you can return to the Lake Kingdom, recuperate for a while, and stay at home for a while. ...After all, when the voyage to the southern continent begins, the unpredictable fate will once again surround the sea of death..."
Hearing "go home", the face of the old militiaman Chihuaco lit up. But soon, he thought of the endless turbulent sea, and his expression became darker.
"God bless you! Thank you! Marshal Holy Eagle! I heard that you are going to Cuba... If you have time, I can talk to you about the Taino people of Cuba..."
"Okay! I'll have a nice chat with you!"
Warrior Captain Bertard nodded calmly and responded affirmatively. Finally, he looked at the young Dark Snake and asked.
"Witness the Lord God! Military noble Dark Snake, what are your plans? Do you want to follow your father to the northern fiefdom...or continue to stay in the exploration fleet and serve the kingdom?"
"Me?...I think..."
The young Dark Snake opened his eyes wide, eager to tell his choice. However, when the words came to his mouth, he saw the hint in his father's black snake eyes again, and remembered his father's previous stern instructions... After a moment, he lowered his head sadly and replied in a low voice.
"God bless you! I am willing to stay in the fleet and continue to serve the kingdom!"
"oh?"
Hearing this answer, Warrior Captain Bertard was slightly startled. He took a deep look at the young Dark Snake, then looked at the respectful Black Snake Turcotte, and ended the conversation calmly.
"Very good! Not bad! Dark Snake, if you can survive and come back from the voyage to the southern continent...then there will definitely be a place for you in the future of the kingdom's development!..."
"Okay, you can go back...may the Lord God bless you!"
