The curse of El Dorado, what a ridiculous thing.

Of course, he didn't take it seriously, and these rumors naturally spread out as a joke.

However, when the "angel" was finally unearthed, a large number of personnel were arranged by him on the periphery, and there were less than ten people who could actually see the angel unearthed, although they did not believe in the curse, but out of a cautious nature, he still ordered the surrounding soldiers and sailors not to look directly into the eyes.

Of course, he didn't know what eyes were, and none of the ten sailors obeyed his orders.

When it was unearthed, a tattered wooden box was dug up, and a cube of gold full of mystical patterns lay quietly inside.

He opened the box, then picked it up, and did not see the so-called eyes, but the sailor directly opposite him did.

He didn't know what the sailor was crazy about, so he pulled out his scimitar and cut it off at his head.

The sailor was so close to him that the scimitar grazed his head, cutting off his hat, and the "angel" fell back on, of course.

He was covered in cold sweat, and he was slapped with a few centimeters short.

"Damn it, what the hell are you crazy about!"

He raised his musket and aimed it at the man who dared to swing his sword at him, but what he saw was not a pair of human eyes at all.

Golden eyes, pupils narrowed, and no anger belonging to humans could be seen at all on the indifferent face.

The thing bent over to pick up the angel, Wilson could only describe it as something, it was definitely not human.

He shot decisively, aiming it at the object's head.

From the muzzle of the gun to the door of the head, the distance is less than half a meter, and there is almost no possibility of any miss.

Bang!

The projectile ejected from the musket directly penetrated the reveal, and the brain mixed with blood flowed out, but the thing was still standing, and there was no movement to fall down at all.

The sailor's body was as hard as a rock, and he eventually kicked him to the ground, and then he carefully found a canvas to wrap the angel in.

The sailors around them were a little frightened, they didn't know what had happened to the dead sailor.

"Don't worry about everyone, just a sailor trying to rebel. ”

He prevaricated with such a reason, which was simply to speak nonsense with his eyes open.

At first, the soldiers on the periphery were in a good mood when they knew that they had found the angel, and some even cheered that they had finally gained something, and that such a long time had not been in vain.

But as time went on, and at night, the people in the central circle spread the passage completely, and combined with the rumors of the curse, people began to panic.

The pirates could back down, the soldiers could back down, but he couldn't, he was the Redbeard: Abbot and Wilson, new members of the Templar Order, who needed the money to get a higher position for himself and to appease his men.

They did not plunder for more than half a year, and only by relying on the temptation of El Dorado could they gain the support of the crew. He put all his money into it, and if nothing came of it, he would face not only the failure of his oath, but also the rebellion of his crew.

His prestige was exhausted in half a year, and he could not bring back any gold, and the angry crew would hang him from the mast without another person to help him.

He wanted to find any clue from Adudin's journal, even if it was just a legend, he was willing to give it a try.

He had flipped through the journal three times, but found nothing, and his eyes were sore and swollen under the dim kerosene lamp.

Whenever he closed his eyes, a pair of lifeless golden eyes could appear in his brain, he had never seen the eyes of an angel, but he could clearly recognize that the eyes on the angel should be like this.

It was already late at night, and he took one last look at the canvas-wrapped "angel" on the table, and then forced himself to sleep.

They still had a long way to go, and he had three, if not four, days to figure out how to deal with the curse.

The kerosene lamp went out, the tent went completely dark, and it was one o'clock in the morning.

The three Gordons finally breathed a sigh of relief, and they wandered around for an hour, until this time, even though they had tried very hard to avoid the crowd, but in this time, they still ran into two patrols, and they were confused by Gore's somewhat sandwiched Spanish, but if it took a little longer, they would be absolutely exposed.

"Action!"

Gordon turned on Hawkeye.

The two soldiers on duty were still bragging with their backs to the fire, discussing curses, El Dorado, women and gold coins, and in the crackling of firewood, they did not hear anyone go straight into the tent.

Only Gordon sneaked in alone, with Mitch and Gore taking care of the pick-up outside.

There were really no fingers in the tent, but fortunately Gordon had an eagle eye, and could clearly see a human body glowing orange-red on the bed made of hay and cotton on the ground.

On a very simple and shoddy table, the "angel" was there, and he only lifted the corner of the canvas to determine the material of its gold.

Logbook......

Gordon searched for the logbook that might have kept a lot of records.

According to Jon, this journal contains all the details of the exploration from the Amazon Valley, anything related to El Dorado.

This notebook is thick and large, and should be easy to tell.

Gordon looked around for a week, and finally found the book on the bed, and it was still resting under the head.

It had been less than twenty minutes since the lights had gone out in the tent, and the person in the bed was definitely in light sleep, and he was now going to lift the person's head, and then pull out the book, and then put the head down again, which was simply death.

But he had to send it, and he found a book of about the same thickness from the table, and then went into action.

Holding his breath, he carefully lifted Wilson's head with his right hand, and pulled out the journal with his other hand.

He held his breath almost the entire time, keeping his hand holding his head as steady as possible.

Then slowly, another book was stuffed in, and there were no mistakes in the whole process, and it was accurate, and Wilson, who was in light sleep, was not awakened.

"Good!"

Gordon said in his heart that he only needed to take the angel and leave now.

That's what he thought, and of course he did, and the heavy gold cube was lifted off the table.

But the table was shoddy, and when the heavy object was picked up, it made a screeching sound that was so tooth-sore that Gordon quickly stopped.