Overcast clouds gathered at the far end of the sky, and the waves were rough at the edge of the coast. The black sparrow, which is unique to Cuba, utters the last song of courtship at the sea level when the storm is approaching. When the hurricane in August sweeps in, the coastal lowlands will be flooded with continuous wind and rain, and the breeding season of the Cuban sparrow, which lasts for half a year, will come to an end in August.

The birds chirped loudly and circled around endlessly, and the longships of the Seven Kingdoms quietly docked at the cape covered with palm forests. This is the eastern end of Snake Island in Cuba, and the big island of Haiti on the other side of the strait is quietly facing each other far away.

"Lord God bless! Such a thick cloud, such a big wave...I reckon that a big storm that can kill fish is coming soon!"

The old militiaman Chihuaco raised his head, looked at the sky to the east of the coast, and frowned deeply.

After two or three years of wandering at sea, he is now increasingly familiar with the unpredictable might of the sea, and he feels awe from the bottom of his heart. This terrifying Caribbean Sea is far more violent than the calm West Sea coast! The current situation is obviously the prelude to a big storm. As for the specific time, I am afraid it will be within two or three days.

"Priest Tomat, the fleet can't stop here! We have to set off immediately, along the coast, to the northwest where the storm hasn't arrived!"

"Huh! Lord God bless you! The storm is coming, what a pity..."

Priest Tomat stared at the sea and sky in the east, remained silent for a long time, and exhaled softly.

His Highness's prophecies have been verified one by one, and the fleet has no doubts up to now. According to His Highness's prophecy, to the east of Cuban Snake Island, there is another large and rich island full of jungles and rivers, as well as a series of fertile small islands extending to the southeast. And a few days ago, from the mouths of the leaders of Guatabu, everyone also knew that this rich and rich island does exist. The name of the big island is "Haiti".

"What a pity! This promontory is probably the most easterly point that the fleet can reach! As for the exploration and visit of the various tribes in Haiti, we have to wait later... what a pity!"

In Priest Tomat's eyes, there was deep regret. He also had a boatload of "Ari Sutra" full of pictures and texts, but he didn't send it out. But the terrible storm they encountered when they crossed Cuba before is still vivid in the hearts of everyone in the fleet. The current situation, whether it is the coming storm waves or the exhausted morale of the army, does not allow him to continue eastward.

"Praise the Lord God! His supreme glory will surely shine brightly on this vast sea and sky with my hard work!"

Priest Tomat held the sun amulet around his neck tightly, prayed loudly, and made a pious oath. After a while, he stopped hesitating and turned his head to look at the coast. Here lies the gentle Cuban coast, turning northwest across a palm-fringed arc of tidal flats.

"The east wind is rising, hoist the sails!"

"The east wind is rising, hoist the sails!..."

"Turn northwest, full speed forward!"

"Turn northwest, full speed forward!  …"

A high-pitched shout sounded from above and below the flagship. Then, the shouted command turned into an eye-catching semaphore, signaling to the surrounding longships.

"The lord **** blesses! Your Highness is divinely inspired!"

Priest Tomat straightened up and made a shocking announcement.

"Traveling eight thousand miles, the end of this trip is just around the corner!...Let's go!"

"Praise the Lord God! Praise Your Highness! Let's go!"

Hearing this, the sailors on the flagship also raised their heads and shouted in unison! Then, under the strong east wind, the seven longships speeded up abruptly and sailed along the northern coast of Cuba to more unknown tribes.

With the help of the wind, the speed of the fleet suddenly accelerated, more than doubling in speed. Just one day later, the exploration fleet traveled more than 120 miles and arrived at the northern side of Snake Island in Cuba, the first large tribe, Baracoa, in the coastal department.

According to the usual practice, the fleet stopped at the coastal area for two days to replenish fresh water, and also explained the teachings and prophecies of the main **** along the way. During the pause, the old militiaman Chivaco found Priest Tomat with a serious expression on his face.

"Something's not right! ... Priest Tomato, the situation in the Coastal Department seems to be not right. We've done so many Taino tribes, only this one

Villagers, their eyes are full of vigilance! Uh... to me, they look like frightened stags, with their heads lowered, horns showing, and threatening calls! "

"Witness of the Lord God! Captain Chihuaco, you have also discovered it! This coastal area is indeed more vigilant than all the previous tribes. You see, they even have hundreds of militiamen patrolling with wooden spears. The weir ponds for fish are all empty, no one takes care of them..."

The two chatted for a while, and both became more and more sure of their views. The old militiaman pondered for a while, then took out the last two bottles of tequila that had been treasured for a long time from the boat. The sociable Priest Tomat, on the other hand, went to meet the elder head of the local tribe with fine wine. It wasn't until after a simple dinner that Priest Tomat returned calmly with new news.

"The coastal area is indeed under threat! A safari tribe of the Ciguayos migrated to this area this year. According to the description of the local tribe, the Siguayos are different from the Tainos and are quite fierce by nature. , the expressions are also very fierce! They have long dyed hair, black tattoos, are good at rowing and hunting, and dance bows with poisonous arrows. They don't like farming on the land, but like rowing boats. Send out looting, and even hunt down enemy tribes for food!  …”

"What? What "Watermelon Oil Man"? Marauders of the sea rowing boats and shooting poisoned arrows? "

Hearing this, Huitu Pu'apu showed a militant look on his face. He patted the sharp copper ax on his waist and shouted confidently.

"Where are these looters? Let me take the warriors of the fleet and hack them all to death, and pile their heads into hillocks!"

Hearing Puap's words, Priest Tomat frowned. He remained calm, and looked at the old militiaman Chihuaco again.

"Captain Chivaco, what do you think?"

"Well... the Coastal Division is also a large Taino tribe, with at least two to three thousand tribesmen. No matter how weak the grass rat is, as long as it scales up, it can kill a cat in the jungle! Their current situation, Although threatened, there is no urgency..."

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

"How many fighters are there in this looting Siguayu tribe?"

"According to the local leader, the Siguayu people dispatched at most two or three hundred warriors at a time... It is estimated that the size of the entire tribe is only around a thousand. If there are more, if they want to migrate, it will be difficult. It will be that easy."

Priest Tomat recalled the meeting and smiled confidently.

"Blessings from the Lord God! With the strength of the fleet, as long as you don't disperse, it should be easy to defeat this Siguayu people when you encounter them! However, these tribes rowing are erratic. They want to catch them, but they can't." It's not easy!"

"Then, does the Coastal Department know where the Siguayu's lair is?"

"The Siguayu tribes are most active on the north side of Haiti Island. There are dozens of large and small tribes. Their ancestors seem to have migrated from a small island in the east...and this Siguayu tribe Most of them emerge from the sea in the north. The tribal camps established by their migration should be in the southeast of the "many islands in shallow water" and the "Bahas" (Bahas) island group! "

"Islands in shallow water, Bahamas?  …"

Chivaco narrowed his eyes and looked out to sea to the north. He chewed this uncommon Taino word, his face changed slightly. After a while, he said calmly.

"Since the traces of the Siguayu people are elusive, and they did not take the initiative to launch an attack on the fleet...then let's ignore them for the time being and continue westward to find a large iron mine!"

"Leave them alone and continue west?"

Priest Tomat was startled, thoughtful. After a while, he murmured and opened his mouth.

"With the weak strength of the Taino people, even if they occupy several times the number of people, I am afraid they will not be able to defeat this Siguayu people. If we ignore it and let this sea raider establish a foothold... maybe, There will also be new Siguayu tribes who find a bargain and move in..."

Hearing this, the old militiaman asked calmly, his expression unchanged.

"So, the local Coastal Department, have you asked our fleet for help?"

"That's not true.

The Coastal Department of the Taino people have only known us for two days. They are still wary of the fleet, so how can they ask for help..."

"Then, have the local coastal areas converted to the main god?"

"Well...not at all. The chiefs have listened to my preaching and enshrined the main **** Zemi. But they just regard the main **** as one of the gods in the far west, one of dozens of gods ..."

"If that's the case~lightnovelpub.net~ then don't worry about it. Continue westward!"

The old militiaman Chivako looked solemn and made a decision. He looked around at several leaders on the flagship, and said meaningfully.

"The white tortillas are not delicious, but the pumpkin puree you ask for is delicious! The big iron mine on the map is not far from here...I see, the appearance of this tinguayu looter has a huge impact on the kingdom. A foothold in this area has only advantages and no disadvantages!"

"Huh? Only good, no bad?... Chivaco, you mean..."

Priest Tomat lowered his head and thought for a few breaths, his eyes lit up. Afterwards, he tilted his head, glanced at the puzzled Huitu Puap, and then at the Mayan merchant Tikalo whose eyes were flickering. He laughed out loud with emotion in his heart.

"Good! Very good! The more people in Siguayu, the better, and the more storms on the sea, the better! ... Without storms, how can you tell what is a really strong longship and what is a real immortal god! ..."

"Praise the Lord God, let us hoist our sails and continue westward!"

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