The red sun was going west, streams of jade light filling the sky; evening by the sea was always extraordinarily magnificent. The Caribbean Sea breathed with a mighty grandeur, drinking down the waters of the Big Grass River, while beneath their feet lay the coastal Yucatan Peninsula. Dozens of Maya clans had flourished and declined, survived and perished, on this northern peninsula.
"The Aztec and the Putun reached an agreement so quickly. What colluding tigers and wolves! A barbaric stench is rushing straight at us, surging north like a tide."
Watching these "barbarian" tribes trade people, the Maya merchant Tikalo curled his lip in secret, then sighed for some reason. He dutifully translated every sentence from both sides, his brows and eyes lowered slightly, no one knew what he was calculating now.
"Good, very good! Javelin Mokai, the Main God will bless you! Come, put on this Sun Amu—ugh!"
Looking at this young, strong tribal warrior, Priest Tomatl was very satisfied. He reached into his clothes and rummaged for a while before remembering that the Sun Amulet had already been given away. But that was no matter; there were still many on the ship. Tomatl looked toward the ship, thought briefly, and called Grey Earth Puapu over.
"Praise the Main God! Captain Pu, I have already sworn a blood oath with Chief Moqi of the Short Spear Tribe and reached an agreement. We will use the ship's surplus weapons to exchange for eighty Putun tribal warriors! Once we reach Snake Island in the Eastern Sea, the fleet will need to establish a foothold and leave behind enough manpower, so we must replenish one or two things in advance."
"This river mouth is a place the kingdom's later fleets must pass through. I intend to manage this place and gain a