Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 154: Westward, the Wind Rises in Bantaan
Havana is a royal colony of the Kingdom of Castile and the largest island in the eastern part of the Bantayan Islands, with an area of ​​11 square kilometers.

The Governor's Mansion is luxuriously decorated and noble.

Snapped!
Governor Diego Velasquez unfolded the expedited letter in his hand, and his hands shook uncontrollably, breaking the exquisite teacup on the table.

"The indigenous queen? The Skin-Flayer Church? Hydra, the Thousand-Faced Serpent?

There is also the Golden Code? The False King? The Bird-Billed Plague Doctor? The Wild Hunt Knight? The extremely vicious Curse of the Living Dead? The Resurrection of the Tarsal God
And Cortez and Beatrice both died in the end?"

I was still eagerly awaiting good news from the front line.

But the shocking news on the letter exploded in his mind like bombs, making him feel dizzy.

In fact, even though they were close friends, Velasquez knew little about the plans of his brother-in-law, the Conqueror Cortes.

He only knew that the other party would risk being held accountable by the church and use some forbidden knowledge to drive the plague and massacre the entire Taino population on the island of Yucatan.

It would be convenient for him to mobilize the power of the kingdom and take over the entire indigenous empire.

He had no idea that Cortes and Beatrice had caused such a big incident without telling him and all the high-ranking officials in the kingdom.

"Independent of the [Silver Law] that has existed for thousands of years, establish a [Golden Law] that is completely unrestricted by the church, and build a sacred golden empire?
Then crown yourself king and make Beatrice the queen?
You two want to fly to the sky and be on equal footing with the Creator!

It's so bold, so bold."

The gray-haired Governor stood up and paced around the room anxiously.

The expressions on his face showed anger, regret, and remorse, even more exciting than those of an actor.

The angry kingdom's expansion path hit a wall.

It was a pity that the stunning beauty who had enchanted him and spent one wonderful night after another, Beatrice,
What he could not accept the most was that this bastard Cortes actually wanted to take all the benefits for himself and even leave him behind to establish himself as king?
He didn't even share a sip of the soup with him.

unacceptable!

“You didn’t even take me with you.

What happened to the promise of sharing happiness? What happened to my interests? If you become the vice king, what should I do? Bastard, what a black-hearted bastard.

Ungrateful, ungrateful bastard! "

Governor Velasquez was furious, but he had no way to vent his anger because Cortes, the culprit, was already dead.

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

If it was purely out of public interest, then of course there would be hostility or even hatred towards this existence that hindered the kingdom's colonial cause.

But if it was mixed with selfish motives, he inexplicably felt a sense of relief.

That conflicted mentality of being afraid of his brothers but also afraid of them is a perfect description of his situation at this moment.

It's better for no one to eat it than for my brother to eat it all by himself.

However, what he thought did not prevent him from exercising his authority as governor and shaking the silver bell on the table.

"Somebody come!"

A young civil servant pushed the door open and bowed respectfully:

"Your Excellency the Governor, please give your orders."

Velasquez quickly wrote out a warrant and handed it to him, saying in a deep voice:
“The dignity of the Kingdom of Castile must not be violated. A wanted order has been issued throughout the Bantaan Islands for that Wild Hunter.

He is designated as a Level 48000 wanted criminal with a reward of pounds!
It was said that he had teamed up with the evil Azik natives to hold a large-scale blood sacrifice and created the bird-beaked plague doctor who spread the plague.

And our Rear Admiral [Conqueror] Cortes died heroically trying to stop him.

The Kingdom of Castile has always been the defender of order in the Bantayan Islands and will show no mercy to dangerous elements that challenge regional security."

When the Hastings encountered difficulties, they accustomed to turning to their patron, the church, while the wealthy Castilians were more accustomed to turning to money for help.

[Low Sequence]: First-level attendant, third-level wanted criminal, 0-3000 pounds; second-level occupation, second-level wanted criminal, 3000-1 pounds;

[Middle Sequence]: Tier 1 Elite, Level 5 wanted criminal, 5 to pounds; Tier Hero, Special wanted criminal, more than pounds.

The independent reward issued by Castile alone meets the standard of a Level 1 wanted criminal.

If the earlier bounty offered by the Kingdom of Hastings is added, the bounty for the name "Wild Hunt" is already comparable to that of a top wanted criminal.

It was included in the must-kill list of two maritime powers at once.

He won the title of the most wanted criminal almost without any suspense.

I believe that many navy officers, bounty hunters or big pirates would be very interested in his head.

Of course, before that, the legend of [Wild Hunt] will surely spread throughout the gray area of ​​the Bantaan Islands along with this wanted order.

A wave of rise is coming.

However, after hearing his words, the young subordinate looked embarrassed:
"Governor, but...
The intelligence we received said that there were too many people at the scene, and we don't know how many spies from other forces were in the Anti-Azik Alliance.

It doesn't seem easy to throw dirty water on him, does it? "

Diego Velasquez regained his composure and poured himself a glass of red wine. While shaking the glass, he said meaningfully:

“On this sea, our rules are the rules!
Go ahead and pass the message, and call all our generals in, because the remaining Azik people and we don't have much time left.

We are going to start a westward movement to take everything!"

At this point, the bottom line mission of destroying the Azik Empire was finally accomplished.

While trying their best to clean up the mess and put on a fig leaf, they also had to organize people to continue advancing towards Yucatan Island, where a smallpox epidemic was about to break out.

The Castilians didn't need to fight the natives.

All we have to do is wait for the remaining 1000 million Azik people to slowly die of disease, and then we can take over their territory.

As the Conqueror Cortes said: The Castilians are sick with heart.

Only the land, the gold mines, the silver mines, and the endless spice forests can cure their diseases.

If you ask what the dosage of this "medicine" is, the answer is endless!

This is true for every maritime overlord in the world, with almost no exceptions.

Of course, it would be best to get rid of the elusive [Tarsal God].

As for whether the subsequent development of the plan will still proceed as they expected if there are loopholes in the first half of the plan, only God knows. Just as the confidant was about to turn around and leave, he was suddenly stopped by the governor.

Then he added seriously:
"By the way, don't forget to go to the Costes residence to inform his wife. I will go to comfort her in person in the evening."

"Yes, sir, as you wish."

The speed of traveling through the rainforest is much slower than the speed at which the seagull messenger flies.

It wasn't until three days later that a patch of mangroves on the edge of Yucatan Island shook, scaring away several red crabs the size of millstones.

Thousands of pirates and natives with greasy hair and ragged clothes rushed out from the path that was about to be swallowed up by the jungle again.

Their faces were covered in sweat and dirt, and they looked exhausted from the inside out.

Seeing the sea again and the pirate ships flying their own flags on the sea, they finally used up their last bit of strength and burst into loud cheers:
"Hooray, we survived."

"That's great. The Tarsal God didn't choose to chase our team. This is really a miracle. Thank God for his blessing."

“We should thank the captain.

It must be that when he stood up to stop the cursed spirit, he used his courage to shock the monster."

Byron, who was neat and tidy with not even a hair out of place, put his toes on the treetops and slowly floated down to the front of the team like a falling leaf.

Also relieved.

“I drove it away twice using the Golden Code and my status as the heir to the empire.

If I didn’t have this thing on me, this time would have been dangerous.”

Because of the sudden intrusion of the cursed spirit, the Hettings expeditionary force had to flee the shores of Lake Texcoco with the spoils of Tlaxcopan.

With a giant like the Tarsal God chasing after them, none of the major forces in the heart of the Azik Empire dared to gather a large force to act together.

Byron's team is already considered to be the most powerful one among them.

The Vanguard Navigation Colonial Company originally had only six ships and had selected 180 elite marines.

After taking in the 400 men under Hook and the natives of Chichen Itza, the number of people increased to a thousand.

The military strength under his command suddenly increased to sixteen privateering ships.

Even if the largest ship was just an ordinary three-masted sailing ship, it would be enough to be called a privateering fleet if it was pulled out.

It's just that the last step has not been completed yet.

Byron turned around and instructed several confidants around him:
"[Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred, you will take command of the original Hook's flagship, the [Iron Hook].

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

We will reorganize as we go, and before we reach the Taman Islands, I hope there will be no more discordant voices on board these ships."

Although most of Wangou's men are new recruits who have just joined for a month.

But like them, Hook also left some of his most loyal and trusted crew members on the ship before going ashore to ensure that his retreat would not be a problem.

Now these people have become an unstable factor in the privateering fleet.

If they are willing to surrender, everything will be fine. If not, we can only arrange a one-way sightseeing ticket to the bottom of the sea for each of them.

"no problem."

"Don't worry, Captain."

Several of the most powerful and loyal extraordinary people patted their chests and rushed onto their respective privateering ships with their men.

Byron returned to the long-missed Golden Deer.

Finally, I turned my head and took a look at the jungle-covered Yucatan Island.

"It's up to you now, Mr. Cortes, the new emperor of the Azk people."

The plague did not kill everyone in the royal city.

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

At this critical moment, Montezuma II's nephew Cuitlahuac, who had successfully escaped the disaster, hurriedly ascended the throne and was crowned.

Except that the previous emperor and Queen Beatrice had no children, he was the closest blood relative of the royal family.

The most important reason was that he had immunity after having smallpox.

If nothing unexpected happens, the remaining tens of thousands of young and strong Azik people may, under his leadership, eventually stage a heroic and tragic story.

Put an end to the war against foreign invasion.

But an accident happened quietly on the night he became emperor.

The second [Weird Wild Hunt Servant], the former conquistador Cortes, possessed his body and replaced the new emperor.

Cortes finally got his wish and took the position of "vice king".

In mysticism, there is Byron's inheritance in the [Golden Codex], and in reality, there is the body of Quitlahuac. The combination of the two is the true Emperor Azik!
Apart from the three core city-states that suffered heavy losses, it is hard to say how many people in the remaining 368 city-states are willing to support him.

But the tragic end of the Anti-Azk Alliance also made the natives see the ugly faces of the Castilians.

Relying on the outstanding abilities of the Conqueror Cortes, it was absolutely no problem for him to raise an armed force to fight against his old employer.

The future showdown between brothers-in-law will surely be very exciting.

In short, the fall of the Azik Empire has been like a fuse. Under a series of chain reactions, the entire Bantaan Islands have been thrown into chaos.

Byron was pleased with the outcome:
"It's good to be in chaos. The more chaotic the situation is, the muddier the water is, and the more opportunities I have to fish in troubled waters and develop myself."

A big wave:
"Weigh anchor and set sail!"

The wind created by his palm did not disappear.

Instead, it acts as an extremely weak variable that happens to cause changes in the surrounding air system.

As a chain reaction, a powerful storm at the beginning of the new year seemed to be brewing over the entire Bantaan Islands.

(End of this chapter)