Remember [New] in a second! In November, the shore of Atoyak Lake is bathed in the sunshine of the tropical plateau. The sky is vast and clear, and the land is emerald green with a yellowish tint. Artisans and militiamen, in convenient short robes, scurried before the longships. On their foreheads and backs, there is sweat from hard work. In this warm south of the kingdom, winter is replaced by late autumn, there is no cold snowfall, let alone the rapid freezing of cold waves. The temperature at this time is 16 to 7 degrees, just as comfortable as in early spring.

The two god-inspired priests were silent, watching the scene like early spring, imagining the ice, snow and severe cold of the polar regions. After a long while, the knowledgeable Mickey lowered his head, carefully rolled up the first volume of will, and pulled out the second volume of cotton cloth with handwriting, and asked in a deep voice.

"Zuvaro, this is the second volume of His Majesty's will! It contains specific prophecies for the second half of the voyage, as well as the tasks we need to complete after the successful westward journey to the ocean, and the tribal forces that may be encountered...you have to read ?"

"...The second half of the voyage, the prophecy after crossing the ocean?..."

The second-level priest Zuvalo was silent for a moment before shaking his head.

"Don't read it! The second half of the prophecy, let's take it apart after we find the warm 'Seattle' bay! I am afraid that if I read too much, I will lose the courage to go forward! The Lord God bless us!"

"Okay! The Lord God bless us!"

Hearing these words, the knowledgeable Mickey nodded, and put away the second volume of will again. He had seen it roughly before, and although he was shocked and horrified, and couldn't imagine such a country at all...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 inspect it ourselves and arrange it properly!"

"Okay! Check the supplies and arrange the manpower, and we will set off as soon as possible!"

The next half month will be busier than ever. Twelve twenty-meter-long boats and thirty ten-meter catamarans have all been inspected. The ship was fully loaded with various supplies and goods, as well as the crew of the long-distance voyage. In the end, the two god-inspired priests personally escorted and watched the eight kingdom warriors, carrying two heavy copper boxes, carefully put them into the compartment at the bottom of the flagship.

"The Lord God testifies! What's in it?"

Second-level priest Zuvalo frowned, looked at the two copper boxes at the bottom of the ballast, and asked in doubt.

"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 the special material His Majesty gave us. It was sent from the land of Tlaxcala together with the divine chart and prophesied will. According to His Majesty's prophecy, after our successful westward journey, the two The box will be of great use!"

The knowledgeable Mickey hesitated for a moment, and waved his hand to let the carrying warrior back down. Then, lowering his voice, he explained.

"Here is a thousand catties 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...should not be short of gold, right?"

Hearing this, the second-level priest Zuvalo was startled. He scratched his head, a little puzzled.

"When I traded with Yorem before, a catty of gold sand was worth about the same as a catty of red copper, or even worse... But in the Kingdom of the Lake, the output of copper mines increased greatly. Gold is worth about two catties of copper. Add tin to the copper material, and if it is made into bronze, its value in the northern continent will be doubled. If it is made into a weapon, it will be doubled..."

"The Lord God testifies! The fleet is doing business with the tribes in the Northland, so they should transport more bronze wares! They are much more valuable than these gold..."

Hearing Zuvaro's words, the knowledgeable Mickey 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 main uses are sacrificial ceremonies, statue construction, and making sparkling aristocratic ornaments, which are equivalent to gorgeous feather clothing. And on the coast of the West Sea in the Northern Continent, there are also a lot of large and small gold mines, and there are no copper wares that are worth much...

"Zuvaro, this is His Majesty's will! This half-ton of gold was used after we crossed 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 for this?"

The second-level priest Zuvalo grinned, smiled and shook his head, not quite convinced.

"...How is that possible? It's only a thousand catties of gold, and there's more than that in Jorem's department..."

"Well, His Majesty's words must be right! I thought, these are melted out of idols, different, there should be some divinity hidden..."

"Probably!"

The two discussed for a while, then went to the upper deck. More than a dozen god-inspired priests accompanying the ship were already waiting there.

The second-level priest Zuvalo straightened his spine, staring at the excited young faces in front of him, and the first-level "Explorer" badge on their chests, he couldn't help feeling excited!

These young god-inspired priests are all outstanding deacons who graduated from Shenwei University a year and a half ago. They are familiar with astronomy, numbers, and surveying and mapping. After studying in the Southern Navy for a year, they were promoted to first-class priests, and then served as the captains of the current long ships.

They can be selected to join the divinely inspired exploration fleet. There is no doubt about the devout mother of faith! Before joining, they were all told: this exploration will last a long time, go through countless tests, and even pay the price of their lives!

At this moment, more than a dozen god-inspired priests stood in front of the exploration captain Zuvalo with firm expressions, waiting for his order to set sail.

"Witness of the Lord God! Have all the supplies been counted?"

"Witness of the Lord God! It's all counted!"

"Are the warriors, militiamen and sailors of the fleet all in place?"

"Witness of the Lord God! Everything is in place!"

"Very good! Today is the 10th Flint Day of the 10th Year of the House of Water (November 22, 1489)! Write down today's date!"

Exploration Captain Zuwaro has piercing eyes, has seen every devout captain, and recorded every young face. He doesn't know what the fleet will encounter on the long journey~lightnovelpub.net~ He doesn't know how many people will survive to complete the exploration. But he knows that everyone here is ready to die for their faith!

"The Lord God said, 'After the long arrow is shot, it is impossible to return! Either it hits the target, or it breaks...'"

The exploration captain Zuwaro raised his head, his face was determined and fearless. Under the golden sunlight in late autumn, he finally looked around at the crowd and declared proudly.

"We are His Majesty's long arrows! We were shot by our own hands! Our way forward is either the glory of being hit, or the death of being broken!"

"Let's go north all the way, don't leave any room for ourselves! And only we can undertake such a major mission!"

"Go, go back to your respective ships! Follow my flagship and start this voyage to face death!... Praise the Lord God, I will go to her, even if I don't enter the ocean!"

There was a moment of silence on the flagship, as if some heavy emotion was flowing silently. Then, a low and neat announcement sounded, which was the oath dedicated to the faith.

"Praise the Lord God, we will go to her, even if we fall into the ocean!..."

"Set off!"