The eagleman's airship was heading south, and Magellan stood in the center of the deck above the four airbags, looking up at the north-west horizon. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a magnificent sunset, and the land of Brittania disappeared into the horizon, leaving only a pure black shadow, and the golden sunlight reflected countless golds on the sparkling sea, and there was a cloud in the sky that ran wildly with the wind, with a bright red color, all the way to the end of the sky.

"We settled in Mona in the south, the domain of the kings of the world, and then, following Francis's route, crossed the ocean westward to the islands controlled by the Holy See. ”

"You will walk into the sea of death and watch the undead clench their ankles......"

Keats's verses...... You don't seem to be optimistic about the trip. ”

This Hawkman is not Wen, and he is looking forward to the trip, believing that the Eagle's Nest will give Hawkman glory at the end of the line.

"There are many kinds of wars, and only the Crusades of the Holy See in history are wars that transcend success, but that means real hell. ”

"This war is different, and the Holy See is already convinced that they are not facing well-equipped and well-trained mages, but unclothed indigenous savages. ”

"Well......" Magellan let out a long sigh, "you can try to enjoy this war, and that's your power if you will." ”

"You don't seem to be optimistic about the outcome of the war?"

"No, there is nothing worse than the Holy See winning a war. ”

The young eagleman nodded hesitantly, "That's true......"

Three days later, the airship arrived at Mona.

It's an extremely bustling harbor, especially considering its size, which is a deformity.

A new crusader force of the Holy See was stationed here, maintaining order and expanding the port. In addition, the Southern Legion of the King of the World also has a wing camped next to the harbor, and they supply the overwhelmed harbor, barely maintaining the chaos.

The eagleman's airship stopped at the top of the spire in the northeast corner of the harbor, where the royal purchaser was waiting for them.

"The war did not go as smoothly as Francis had promised, and even he himself fell into the hands of the barbarians, not knowing whether he would live or die. The man said the bad news with a flat face, and walked down the spire with Wen into the room. "I'm afraid that the route promised to you won't work, the army has already gone south to find a route to march without rainforest, and it will take countless hours, and Your Majesty doesn't have that kind of patience. ”

"I know. ”

Wen looked at the man with the eagleman's resolute eyes, making the latter understand what he meant.

"Well......" the man sighed, "your airship is indeed perfect for avoiding all kinds of problems in the rainforest and getting to places that Francis couldn't reach, but not having an army ahead of you means you're going into completely unfamiliar areas......"

"The rite of passage of the eagle man is always to fly into the storm. ”

"Well, good luck. ”

......

"The prophecy was fulfilled. ”

A priest stood at the door of the room and spoke firmly to the pyramid outside, drawing echoes from the room.

"What prophecy?"

Azholm was a giant among the Mayans, and he was the only one of all the priests who did not believe that the prophecy came true because of that captive and the fleet of ships that passed by the coast.

"They are the offspring of Quetzalcoatl, there is no doubt about that, only Quetzalcoatl knows how to walk on water. ”

"So what do we do?"

This ensued confusion, and each priest had his own ideas, arguing with one another, and showed no signs of stopping.

Azholm quietly left the room and walked towards the outside of the temple area.

Skirting a dense forest, he saw the Archon's residence.

Only the temple in the whole city was made of stone, the others were wooden houses, and the archon had the largest one.

As he expected, the archon was inside the hut, praying in the direction of the temple.

"O Merciful Quetzalcoatl......"

"The will of the gods has been determined. ”

The archon was overjoyed, and this was exactly what he wanted to hear: "What did the gods say?"

"War. ”

"What?"

"A war, the heirs of Quetzalcoatl come with vengeance and destruction, and only a foolish person would think they want anything but war. ”

Azholm looked desperately at the other expressions on the archon's face, he was doubting this statement, or rather, he didn't want to contradict the heir of Quetzalcoatl.

"One of the heirs of Quetzalcoatl has been captured, and he will be here soon, and when the time comes, we will send him to Chichen Itza, and the High Priest will decide what to do with him. ”

"Ah, then do as you say. ”

Azholm left the house, his heart filled with despair, and he wondered why everyone seemed to have adored and friendly expectations for the heirs of Quetzalcoatl, as if they were not the heirs of the wicked man who had framed the god in the first place.

The return of an exiled god would only represent one thing, and that was divine warfare, and poor priest Azholm could only pray in his heart that the high priest of Chichen Itza would understand this.

Azholm walked aimlessly in anger and anxiety, and a thought gradually rose in his mind: if the captive could not reach the city......

......

Francis is struggling to walk through the rainforest.

For anyone who wasn't born here, the rainforest is a collection of all the hostile environments imaginable, hot enough to make people think, and knotted vines on the ground ready to wrestle.

But the indigenous warriors who escorted him showed ease, walking like they were, almost instinctively bypassing the obstacles - the rainforest was their home.

Francis didn't miss a moment, he learned how these people lived in the rainforest, and he was confident that he would use it one day.

Sue stepped on the vine and climbed a big tree, looked into the distance for a long time, and then came down to let the two warriors prepare the food, it was dusk, and it was time for dinner.

It was the fourth sunset after their journey, and it wasn't long before it poured into the rainforest, and after the rain was over, they should be able to see the city's temple.

As it got dark, the warriors set up their huts, lit bonfires, and threw mosquito-repellent plants into the flames while hiding far away from nibbling on the tortillas in their hands.

"What will the priest do to him?"

Sue didn't answer the question, he was almost sure of the answer in his mind.

"The priests must have known the language of the children of Quetzalcoatl, and they could ask everything and welcome back their fellow citizens, just as the prophecy was. ”