The blue sky was like washing, and white clouds floated by. The sea is like a mirror, and the waves are twinkling. The fleet set off from Daxia Lake, along the extended coast, heading north and east for 250 miles, and arrived at the mouth of another big river.

The big river is surging and the water is abundant. Standing at the bow of the boat, Chivaco knew from a little calculation that the river was two miles wide and stretched as far as the eye could see. And judging by the amount of turbulent water, the area that the upper reaches of the river flows through may be very vast.

"Tikalo, what kind of river is this?"

"Oh! You said this river, that's amazing!"

The Mayan merchant Tikalo looked at it for a moment, then answered with a smile.

"This is the Río River! The upper reaches of the Río River keep turning eastward for hundreds of miles, and even connect with the barren central basin. This river was a golden waterway in the Maya Classical period. It is said that there were Thousands of miles. Many commodities in Calakmul, the capital of snakes, are transported along this waterway all the way to the coast, and then turned to the north. But after the disaster, the upper reaches of the Dacao River gradually dried up and were cut off, leaving only the downstream Half of it...However, even now, there are still many Mayan tribes who settle or hunt along this river with plenty of fresh water."

"Settlement or safari?"

Chivaco was taken aback for a moment. In this rainy Yucatan Peninsula, there will also be hunting tribes? He was a little puzzled, and asked.

"This long river is so wide and extended, and there is plenty of fresh water. The land along the bank also looks very flat and fertile, enough to support tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people to cultivate. Such a fertile place is still very desolate, why is it still there?" There is tribal hunting?... Isn't that ruining this good land and this good water!"

"That...who knows..."

Ticaro thought hard for a while, but got no answer. In the mysterious Yucatan Peninsula, there are so many unknown questions and confusing phenomena that no one can answer.

"Actually, the current Central Basin has plenty of rivers and precipitation. It once supported millions of ordinary people! However, after the divine disaster, all the ministries fled there desperately, turning the fertile land into a green desert. , has not changed so far... Maybe all of this is the will of the gods!"

All the unknowns belong to the mighty power of the gods! This is the simplest and most irrefutable answer. Chivaco scratched his head, his eyes flickered, and he remained silent.

Ticaro watched for a while, then pointed to the southeast of the river mouth. He looked a little solemn, and spoke seriously.

"Captain Qi, look, there is a small town four or five miles to the southeast. If I remember correctly, it should be Chakamptum (Putum), an 'area with lots of grass', the city of Prairie!"

"Chakamptum, Grande Prairie?"

Hearing this name, Chivako froze for a moment and looked around. All the way the fleet traveled, there were swamps and rainforests along the coast, but this area was full of long grass and sparse trees, and the line of sight suddenly widened. Wild deer are jumping in the long grass, birds are resting on the thin trees, and there is vitality everywhere.

At the end of the line of sight, the old militiamen tried their best to find it, and finally found a simple small town. This small town is very low and the area is not large. It is not so much a small town as it is a stockade. On the north side of the small town, near the river, there are a few sparse farmlands, which are covered with weeds before the season of planting. The small town is surrounded by shallow wooden fences, and in the center is a low temple. And separated by a distance of several miles, I can vaguely see some wandering tribesmen, and I don't know what they are doing.

"It's weird..."

Chivako touched his chin, thought for a while, and then asked.

"Tikalo, we have traveled all the way, and there are forests everywhere. Why did the land suddenly open up when we got here? In terms of precipitation and rivers, this place should not be much different from the south..."

"Well..."

Hearing such a strange question, Ticaro froze on the spot even though he was knowledgeable. He thought for a while before answering uncertainly.

"Maybe it's the Mother Goddess of the Moon, or the divine power of the Rain God? This river often floods during the rainy season, and the floods will submerge the surrounding forests..."

Chivaco shook his head and denied.

"However, the Yin Snake River and the Red River that we passed before often flooded. But the forests there are very dense."

"Then, maybe it is the divine power of the wind god, which will blow a hurricane 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."

"We have traveled all the way, and the summer wind is very strong. The land of Vastyk has also been swept by hurricanes, but the trees are still tall."

"Well... it may also be manipulated by the gods of the earth. Under the ground in this area, there will be deep wells emitting black oil. We used that kind of black oil before when we repaired the ship. Where the black oil emerged, the trees It's hard to grow."

"No. There is also a lot of black oil in Vastek..."

"...Ah! Then it can only be a divine disaster six hundred years ago!"

With a series of questions from the old militia, Tikalo's divine and wise head still failed to stand the test. He couldn't help but miss the once simple jaguar warrior Olosh. The same is "simple", the jaguar fighters are genuine, but the old militiamen in front of them are completely fake!

"God disaster? God disaster...what is it?"

"Uh... divine disaster, I don't know. It could be decades of floods, it could be decades of droughts, it could be decades of wars, it could be..."

Having said that, Ticaro paused slightly. With some fear from the bottom of his heart, he narrated the last record that made the ancestors despair.

"...The rain of stars falling from the sky!"

"Hiss! Rain of stars?"

Hearing this, the old militiamen widened their eyes and gasped.

"How could the stars in the sky fall down?"

"Because the gods got angry, the descendants of the gods died, and the stars fell!"

Ticaro pursed his lips tightly, recalling with difficulty for a while, before speaking in a low voice.

"The ancestor didn't say much about the specific process. There is only such an epic..."

Hearing that it was so top-secret, everyone on the flagship gathered together to listen to the story of Tikalo. Tikalo lowered his eyebrows, and spoke in a low voice, even with the coldness of death in his voice.

"...the angry gods, cast down the flaming stars. The stars fell like fire from heaven, igniting everything that is unclean! The forests are burning, the fields are burning, and the city-states are burning. And after the splendid burning, the sky is full Dust, and unspeakable cold. The white ash will fall, the corn will die, and the people will be naked and frozen in the temple... That is the most terrible disaster, the most violent place, can perish The whole world!..."

"Lord God! Please bless me and give me light and warmth!"

Hearing such a horrific description, Puap shuddered and prayed aloud. Priest Tomat also lowered his eyes and fell silent. Only the old militiaman thought for a while, and doubts appeared in his old eyes.

"Tikalo, the sky fire is burning, and it will emit great light and heat. But why, your ancestors said, after the sky fire, there will be a terrible cold? There must be something in it..."

"Uh!...Captain Qi, your wisdom has surpassed mine. I...I don't have an answer to this question."

The corner of Ticaro's mouth twitched, and he lowered his head with a wry smile.

"Maybe, in your dream, you can ask my ancestors..."

"Hiss! The ancestors bless you! Quick, look at the shore!"

At this moment, a hasty 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 the winter of the Northern Continent, white divine disasters are everywhere, even lasting for half a year!

His gaze has been carefully observing the southeast walled city. In his hawk-like eyes, he could clearly see that a group of wandering tribesmen stopped~lightnovelpub.net~ and looked towards the coast in surprise. Afterwards, that group of tribesmen rushed out like rabbits, reporting to the city of the prairie.

Then, not long after, a blue smoke rose! Thousands and hundreds of tribal warriors, carrying spears and spears on their backs, rushed out from the back of the Prairie City howling, like groups of hounds, discovering their prey.

"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 estimated desperately for a while, and then screamed.

"Ah! More than two thousand tribal fighters are rushing towards the fleet! They still have hundreds of canoes!..."

"Damn it! Where did this Mayan tribe come from? They move like the wind, and they gather so quickly!"

Huitu Puap was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it. He paused for a few breaths, and immediately blew the conch horn on his neck, screaming mournfully.

"Everyone! Put on armor, hold bows, set up spears, and prepare to fight!"