Chapter 645: Second Kingdom Exploration, Dacao River, Sudden Encounter

The sky is clear and blue, with white clouds floating by. The sea is like a mirror, with sparkling waves. The fleet set off from Daxiang Lake and followed the extended coast to the north and east for two hundred and fifty miles before arriving at the mouth of another large river.

The river is turbulent and the water flow is abundant. Chihuaco stood on the bow of the boat and after a little calculation, he knew that the river was two miles wide and the length extended to the end of his sight. And looking at the turbulent volume of water, the area that the river flows upstream will probably be very vast.

"Tikallo, what kind of river is this?"

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

Mayan merchant Tikalo looked at it for a moment and answered with a smile.

"This is the Río Chapoton! The upper reaches of the Río Chapoton continue to turn eastward for hundreds of miles, even connecting with the barren central basin. This river was a golden waterway in the Mayan classical period. It is said that there were Thousands of miles away. Many commodities from Calakmul, the Snake City, were transported all the way to the coast and then turned north. However, after the divine disaster, the upper reaches of the Great Grass River gradually dried up and cut off, leaving only the lower reaches. However, even now, there are still many Mayan tribes living or hunting along this river with abundant fresh water. "

"Settlement or hunting?"

Chihuaco was startled for a moment. In this Yucatan Peninsula with abundant rainfall, are there also hunting tribes? He was a little confused and asked.

"This long river is so wide and extended, with abundant fresh water. The land along the coast also looks very flat and fertile, enough to support tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people in farming. Such a fertile place is still very desolate right now, why is it still there? Tribal safari? .Isn’t that a waste of this good land and this good water!”

"Who knows?"

Tikalo thought hard for a while, but had no answer. In the mysterious Yucatan Peninsula, there are too many unknown questions and puzzling phenomena that no one can answer.

"Actually, the current Central Basin has abundant rivers and precipitation. It once supported millions of ordinary people! However, after the divine disaster, various tribes desperately fled there, turning the fertile land into a green desert. , It hasn’t changed yet. Maybe all of this is the will of the gods!”

Everything unknown is due to the power of the gods! This is the simplest and most irrefutable answer. Chihuaco scratched his head, his eyes flashed, and he remained silent.

After watching it for a while, Tikalo pointed to the southeast of the river mouth. His expression became slightly solemn and he spoke seriously.

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

"Chakanputum, Grande Prairie?"

Hearing the name, Chihuaco was stunned and looked around. As the fleet traveled along, there were swamps and rainforests along the coast. Only this area was full of long grass and sparse trees, and the sight suddenly became wider. Wild deer are jumping among the long grass, birds are resting on the sparse trees, and everything is full of vitality.

At the end of the sight, the old militiamen searched hard and finally found a simple small town. This small town is very low and not large in area. It is more like a stockade than a small town. On the north side of the small town, near the river, there are several sparse farmlands that have not yet reached the planting season and are covered with grass. The small town is surrounded by a shallow wooden fence, and in the center is a small temple. And from a distance of several miles, some wandering tribesmen could be vaguely seen, and they didn't know what they were doing.

"It's really strange."

Chihuaco touched his chin and thought for a while before asking.

"Ti Carlo, there are woods everywhere along our journey. Why does the land suddenly open up when we get here? In terms of precipitation and rivers, this place should be not much different from the south."

"Well"

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

"Perhaps it is the power of the Moon Goddess or the Rain God? This river often floods during the rainy season, and the floods will flood the surrounding forests."

Chihuaco shook his head and denied.

"But the Hidden Snake River and the Red River we passed before often flooded. But the woods there are very dense."

"Then, perhaps it is the power of the wind god, which will blow hurricanes 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."

"The summer winds were strong as we traveled. The land of Huastec was also swept by hurricanes, but the trees were still very tall."

"Well, it may also be the control of the earth god. Underground in this area, there will be deep wells emitting black oil. We have used that kind of black oil before when repairing ships. Where the black oil emerges, it is difficult for trees to grow. "

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

".Ah! It can only be the divine disaster six hundred years ago!"

Under a series of questions from the old militiamen, Tikallo's divine and wise head still failed to withstand the test. He couldn't help but miss Orosh, the once simple jaguar warrior. Also "simple", the Jaguar warriors are genuine, but the old militiamen in front of them are completely fake!

"Divine disaster? What exactly is a divine disaster?"

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

Having said this, Ti Carlo paused slightly. With some inner fear, he told the last record that made the ancestors despair.

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

"Hiss! Star rain?"

Hearing this, the old militia opened his eyes wide and took a breath.

"How could the stars in the sky fall?"

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

Tikalo pursed his lips and recalled with difficulty for a long time before whispering.

"The ancestors didn't say much about the specific process. There was only that epic."

Hearing such a top secret, everyone on the flagship came forward to listen to Tikalo's story. Tikalo's eyebrows were drooping, his words were faint, and even his voice was cold with death.

".The angry gods dropped burning stars. The stars fell to the ground like fire from the sky, igniting everything unclean! The forests were burning, the farmlands were burning, and the city-states were burning. And after the brilliant burning, there was dust all over the sky and unspeakable cold. The white ashes fell, the corn would die, and the people were naked and frozen stiff in the temple. That was the most terrible divine disaster, and at its most violent, it could destroy the whole world!"

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

Hearing such a terrible description, Puapu shuddered and prayed loudly. The Tomat priest also lowered his eyes and pondered in silence. Only the old militia thought for a while, and doubts appeared in his old eyes again.

"Tikalo, when the sky fire burns, it will emit great light and heat. But why did your ancestors say that after the sky fire, there will be terrible cold? There must be some secret in this."

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

Tikalo's mouth twitched, and he bowed his head with a bitter smile.

"Perhaps, you can ask my ancestors in your dreams."

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

At this moment, a hurried cry came from the mouth of the mountain bird with excellent eyesight, full of anxiety. He was not very interested in the divine disaster of the southern tribe. After all, in the winter of the northern continent, white divine disasters are everywhere, and they may even last for half a year!

He has been carefully observing the southeast fortress. In his eagle-like eyes, he can clearly see that a group of wandering tribesmen stopped and looked at the coast in surprise. Then, the group of tribesmen rushed out like rabbits and reported to the prairie city.

Then, not long after, a puff of green smoke rose! Hundreds of tribal warriors, holding spears and carrying javelins, howled and rushed out from the back of the prairie city, like a group of hunting dogs that found their target.

"Four hundred, eight hundred, one thousand two hundred, one thousand six hundred, two thousand!"

Dark Snake widened his eyes, desperately estimated for a while, and shouted.

"Ah! More than two thousand tribal warriors are rushing towards the fleet! They also have hundreds of canoes!"

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

Gray Earth Puapu was dumbfounded and unbelievable. He was stunned for a few breaths, and immediately blew the conch on his neck and shouted shrilly.

"Everyone! Wear armor, hold bows, set up spears, and prepare for battle!"