The Royal Colony of the Kingdom of Castile is also the largest island in the eastern part of the Bantaan Islands, covering an area of 110,000 square kilometers of Havana.

Luxuriously decorated, noble and atmospheric inside the Governor's Palace.

Syllable!

Governor Diego Velázquez unfolded the urgent letter in his hand and couldn't help but shake his hands and shatter the exquisite teacup on the table.

"Native Queen? Skinning the Church? Hydra, the serpent of a thousand faces?

And the Golden Codex? Fake Grid King? Bird's beak plague doctor? Hunt Knight? The most vicious curse of the living dead? The tarsal god is resurrected

Cortez and Beatrice all dead in the end? ”

I was still waiting for the good news from the front.

But the shocking news on this letter paper exploded in his mind like a bomb, making him feel dizzy.

In fact, even among the "like-minded people" with whom he had a very close personal relationship, Velázquez did not know much about the plans of his brother-in-law Cortés the Conqueror.

All he knew was that the other party was going to risk being held accountable by the Church, using some kind of forbidden knowledge to drive the plague and slaughter the entire Taíno tribe on the island of Yucatan.

It is convenient for him to mobilize the power of the kingdom and receive the entire indigenous empire.

It was completely unclear that Cortez and Beatrice had done such a big thing without hiding from themselves and all the higher-ups of the kingdom.

"Independent of the [Silver Law] that has existed for thousands of years, establish a [Golden Law] that is completely free from the restrictions of the church, and create a holy golden empire?

And then crown yourself as king, and let Beatrice be queen?

You two want to fly to the sky and be on an equal footing with the Creator!

Bold, really bold. ”

The gray-haired Doge stood up and paced restlessly through the room.

The look of anger, regret, and regret on his face is even more wonderful than that of a drama actor.

Both annoyed that the kingdom's expansion road hit an iron plate.

It's a pity that the stunning beauty [Variety Enchantress] Beatrice who made herself fascinated and spent one beautiful night after another

And the most unacceptable thing for him is that Cortez, a bastard, wants to monopolize the benefits, and even get rid of him and set himself up as king?

I didn't even give him a sip of soup and water.

It's too much!

"You didn't even bring me with you.

What about the blessings that are said to be shared together? What about my interests? If you want to be a vice-king, what should I do? Bastard, what a bastard with a black heart.

Unthankful, white-eyed wolf! ”

Governor Velasquez was furious, but because Cortés, the culprit, was dead, there was nowhere to vent.

As for the [Wild Hunt] mentioned in the intelligence, his feelings are also extremely complicated.

If it is purely out of a public heart, then of course it is hostile and even hateful to the existence of this obstacle to the colonial cause of the kingdom.

But if it was mixed with selfishness, he inexplicably felt relieved.

The tangled mentality of being afraid of both brothers and brothers is a perfect portrayal of him at this time.

If you don't eat it, it's better than being eaten alone by your brother.

But what he thought in his heart did not prevent him from exercising the duties of the governor, and shook the silver bell on the table.

"Someone!"

A young civilian official pushed the door open and saluted respectfully:

"Your Excellency, Governor, please command."

Velasquez wrote a warrant and handed it to him, and commanded in a deep voice:

"The majesty of the Kingdom of Castile is inviolable, and a wanted warrant is issued throughout the Bantaan Islands, give me that wanted hunt.

Make him a first-class wanted criminal with a bounty of £48,000!

It is said that he held a large-scale blood sacrifice with the evil Azk natives, and created the bird's beak plague doctor who spread the plague.

And our Rear Admiral Cortés the Conqueror died heroically trying to stop him.

The Kingdom of Castile has always been the guardian of order in the Bantaan Islands, and it will show no mercy to such dangerous elements that challenge the security of the region. ”

The Hattings habitually sought out their own backers when faced with problems, while the wealthy Castilians were more accustomed to resorting to money.

[Low Sequence]: First-Order Squire, Third-Order Wanted, 0-3000 pounds; second-order occupation, second-class wanted, 3,000-10,000 pounds;

[Medium Sequence]: Third-Order Elite, First-Class Wanted, 10,000 to 50,000 pounds; Fourth-Order Hero, Extra-Wanted Criminal, more than 50,000 pounds.

This independent bounty issued by Castile alone meets the criteria of a first-class wanted criminal.

If you add the bounty from the Hattings Kingdom earlier, the bounty of the name [Wild Hunt] is already comparable to that of a wanted criminal.

In one breath, it was on the must-kill list of two maritime powers.

Almost without any suspense, he took off the crown of the most wanted man.

There must have been quite a few navies, bounty hunters, or pirates who would be very interested in his head.

Of course, before that, the legend of [Wild Hunt] will also spread throughout the gray area of the Bantaan Islands with this wanted notice.

ushered in a wave of rise.

However, hearing his words, the young subordinate looked embarrassed:

"Your Excellency, but

The information we received said that there were too many people at the scene at that time, and I don't know how many other forces in the anti-Azk alliance were eyeliners.

It doesn't seem easy to splash dirty water on him, right? ”

Diego Velázquez, who had regained his composure, poured himself a glass of red wine, and while shaking the glass, he said meaningfully:

"On this sea, our rules are rules!

Tell the order to go, and call all our generals in, the rest of the Aziks and ours are running out of time.

We're going to start a westward march to take everything! ”

At this point, the bottom-line task of destroying the Azk Empire was barely completed.

While washing the floor as much as possible and pulling a fig leaf, they also had to organize their men to continue their march towards the island of Yucatan, where the smallpox epidemic was about to begin.

The Castilians didn't have to fight with the natives.

Just wait for the remaining 10 million Azks to slowly die of illness before taking over their territory.

As Cortés the Conqueror said: The Castilians are sick with hearts.

Only the land, the gold mines, the silver mines, and the spice forests could cure them.

If you want to ask what is the dosage of this "medicine", it can only be endless!

This is true of every maritime hegemon in this world, almost never without exception.

Of course, it's best to deal with the elusive [Tarsal God].

As for whether the development of the follow-up plan will continue to unfold as they expected, if the first half of the plan is flawed, only the gods know.

Just as the cronies were about to turn around and go out, they were suddenly stopped by the governor again.

I saw him add solemnly:

"By the way, don't forget to inform his wife at the Vest of Casters, and I'll go and comfort her myself in the evening."

"Yes, Your Excellency, as you wish."

The speed of walking through the rainforest is much slower than that of a seagull messenger.

It wasn't until three days later that a mangrove forest shook on the edge of the island of Yucatan, startling away a few red crabs the size of a millstone.

Thousands of pirates and natives with greasy hair and ragged clothes rushed out of the trail that was already about to be re-engulfed by the jungle.

Their faces were covered with sweat and mud, and they were tired from the inside out.

Seeing the sea in front of them again, and the pirate ships flying their own flags on the sea, they finally used their last strength to burst into a strong cheer:

"Hooray, we survived."

"It's a miracle that the [Tarsal God] didn't choose to chase our team, thank you for your blessing."

"Thanks to the captain.

It must have been when he stood up to stop the cursed spirit and used his courage to deter the monster. ”

Byron, who was neat and tidy, and his hair was not messy, and his toes were a little on the treetops, and slowly fell to the front of the line like fallen leaves.

Equally relieved.

"In the middle, I used the [Golden Code] and the identity of the heir of the empire to drive it out twice.

If it weren't for this, it would have been dangerous this time. ”

Due to the sudden incurrence of the Cursed Spirit, the Hattings Expeditionary Force had to flee the shores of Lake Texcoco with the spoils of Trascopan.

With such a big guy as the [Tarsal God] following behind, none of the major forces that came to the heart of the Azk Empire dared to gather a large force to act together.

Byron's army is already second to none.

The Pioneer Pilot Colony Company originally had only six ships under its command, and an elite marine corps of 180 people was dispatched.

And after packing and receiving the 400 people under the command of [Hook], as well as the natives of Chichen Itza City in the Taya Empire, the number surged to a thousand.

The strength of his troops also skyrocketed to sixteen privateers in an instant.

Even the largest ship is just an ordinary three-masted galleon, but if pulled out, it is enough to call itself a privateer.

It's just that the last step is still missing.

Byron turned his head and instructed a few henchmen beside him:

"[Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred, you go and take control of the original Hook's flagship [Iron Hook].

Bruch you go to ship two, Gus you go to ship three.

We regrouped as we went, and before we arrived in the Taman Islands, I hoped that there would never be any more discordant voices on these ships. ”

Although most of Hook's subordinates are newcomers who have just joined for a month.

But like them, Hook left behind some of his most loyal henchmen on board before he went ashore to ensure that his retreat would not be a problem.

Now these people have become a destabilizing factor in the privateering fleet.

If they are willing to submit to everything, if they don't, they can only arrange a one-way sightseeing ticket to the bottom of the sea.

"No problem."

"Don't worry, Captain."

Several of the most combative and loyal transcendents patted their chests and rushed to their respective privateers with the men.

Byron returned to the long-lost Golden Deer.

Finally, he turned his head to look at the jungle of Yucatan.

"It's up to you next, Mr. Cortés, the new emperor of the Azks."

The plague didn't kill everyone in the royal city.

However, the mortality rate of up to 70% has also destroyed all the political system and production order there.

At a critical juncture, Montezuma II's nephew Cuetrahuac, who had managed to escape, hurriedly ascended the throne and was crowned.

Except that since the previous emperor and empress Beatrice did not give birth to a son and a half daughter, he was already the closest blood relative of the royal family.

The most important reason is that he is already immune after he has smallpox.

If there is no accident, the remaining tens of thousands of Azks may finally stage a tragic story under his leadership.

Draw an end to the war against the invasion of outsiders.

But the accident quietly struck on the night he became emperor.

The second [Grotesque Wild Hunt Minion], also known as Cortez the former Conqueror, possessed his body. Replace this new emperor.

Cortés finally got his wish and sat in the position of "vice king".

In the occult, there is Byron's inheritance in the [Golden Code], and in reality there is Cuitlavak's skin, and the two are one, which is a veritable Emperor of Azk!

In addition to the three core city-states that suffered heavy losses, it is difficult to say how many of the remaining 368 city-states are willing to support him.

But the tragic end of the anti-Azic alliance also made the natives completely see the ugly face of the Castilians.

Relying on the outstanding ability of [Conqueror] Cortez, it is absolutely not a problem to pull up an armed force against his old club.

In the future, a brother-in-law duel must be very exciting.

In short, the fall of the Azkh Empire has become like a fuse, and under a series of chain reactions, the entire Bantaan Islands have become a mess.

But Byron was happy to see it:

"It's messed up. The more chaotic the situation and the more muddy the water, I have the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and develop obscenely. ”

With a wave of the big hand:

"Pull the anchor and set sail!"

The wind from the palm of his hand did not disappear.

Rather, as a very weak variable, it happens to change the surrounding air system.

Under the chain reaction, there seems to be a powerful storm brewing at the beginning of the new year in the sky over the entire Bantaan Islands.