Assassin’s Adventure

"You keep your posts and don't make any mistakes."

In the end, the soldier just suppressed the doubts in his heart, because he really couldn't think of a second explanation. Can someone knock them out and sneak in? Don't be silly, this is the Caroni River Valley, except they only have Indians.

The patrolling soldiers walked away, and Gore finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They threw the soldier over the fence, then bound their hands and feet with their own trousers and gagged their mouths with socks.

Seeing Gordon's skillful movements, Gore's face was full of surprise. Is this really the captain of a merchant ship? Well, now the privateer captain.

"Have you done this kind of thing before?"

Gordon just hurriedly put on his Spanish military uniform and tidied up his collar. This clothes really stinks. There is a river next to it, but these soldiers don't take a bath.

"Of course, I've tied pigs before."

"That's all?"

"That's all!"

Gordon sneaked into the camp with Mickey, who was also dressed, and then slipped a third suit from a tent, beside a sleeping soldier.

Three Spanish soldiers in ill-fitting clothes came out from behind a tent. Gore was an officer, and of course his disguise was not bad, but the two behind him looked very different.

Although they have tried very hard to pretend to be calm.

It was now twelve o'clock, and most of the soldiers had already fallen asleep, because the colonel had given an order to leave early tomorrow morning.

The three move in the shadows between the tents to hide their misfit trousers and radically different styles of shoes.

The Spanish soldier's clothing is the best cover. The three-person patrol is inconspicuous here, and these patrols are most focused on preventing the attack of wild animals.

The central fire continued to burn, making a crackling sound, and next to it was the largest tent.

The two soldiers on duty sat here, seemingly doing nothing, throwing some dry wood into the fire to ensure that the flames would not go out.

"...Don't want to look at your eyes, do you want to be a lunatic too?"

"I'm just curious, what does an angel look like? Everyone bowed their heads when they were unearthed, including the colonel. When I took it in, it felt like it should be made of gold, but the shape was square, and it didn't look like it at all. like an angel."

Another soldier was very helpless and spread his hands: "Angel, it's just a reference, is it a symbol? For example, a cross that symbolizes outstanding contributions."

"Then what exactly is it? The symbol of El Dorado? I still want to take a look!"

Having said this, the soldier waved his hand and lowered his voice: "I heard... it is the cursed key, the entire El Dorado is cursed, we are not the first to look for it, and we will definitely not be the last. "

"Why?" He raised his voice: "If we find it, there will be no next batch, we are the last batch!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, you idiot. Eldorado has been searching for centuries. It's not that no one has found it, it's because everyone who found it is dead, you know?"

"Don't scare me, it's really scary! How could Pedro Cabral bring out the gold and record where the key was buried."

"Then is he still alive?"

"…You are right."

The three of them stood blatantly not far away and heard it clearly, but only Gore understood what he said.

"What are they talking about?"

"Something about the keys."

Gore's answer was vague, and he wasn't sure if it was a wise move to tell Gordon and his bosun.

The atmosphere in this camp was very strange, and almost all the soldiers were very dissatisfied with this action, but the soldiers were photographed by the colonel's prestige, and the pirates were photographed by Captain Wilson's bloodthirsty, and no one dared to raise objections openly.

This situation doesn't seem to last long, and even Gore believes that if the state does not improve after a while, there will be defected soldiers in Spain, especially pirates.

For this reason, Gore did not dare to tell Gordon the truth. Even soldiers might not be able to withstand the deterrence of the curse, not to mention that the two in front of them were only amateur combatants whose quality was not comparable to that of the navy.

He decided to report the news to Burton and let him make the right choice.

They pretended that the patrolmen continued to move forward, but they were all actually walking in circles around the main tent, waiting for the lights inside to go out.

In the tent at the center, Captain Abbey Wilson was reading a sailing diary with an oil lamp on, and pressed his forehead.

Cursed, yes, this is a cursed treasure, like an Aztec gold coin.

"Damn curse!"

El Dorado, it is said that it was established around 1000 AD. The Toltecs arrived in the central plateau and exercised political rule. They imposed their religion, etiquette, and customs on the Maya. They established the Mayan city, and it was in the southernmost Location established a city made of gold - El Dorado. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Almost all the gold of the American continent was collected here, and millions of people and slaves were recruited to build it, symbolizing their supreme dominance.

The place where El Dorado was established is rich in gold mines. It took 70 years for the basic city construction, and then with later improvements and additional buildings, it took a hundred years before and after the construction of this greatest city.

There are top star observation decks, temples and pyramids here. The finest works of art as decoration, even the sand in the river, are gold.

But the Toltecs were not satisfied. When the city was built, they also lost their reverence for the gods.

The rulers call themselves gods!

Of course, this angered the real gods unsurprisingly. The gods don't love the world. What they only need is the belief of human beings and the fear of people.

The El Dorado has ushered in disasters, wars, plagues, black water...

Later, the Toltecs fought for the El Dorado for decades, but in the end the whole city disappeared. No one knows where it went? But the fear of the gods passed on.

In the fifteenth century, the explorer Francisco Pizarro landed in the Americas, where they plundered gold and hanged the emperor of the Inca Empire. The legend of El Dorado has since spread. Explorers entered South America in pursuit of the legend of El Dorado.

Captain Wilson followed Adudin's logbook and directly found the old man in Port of Spain. Of course, he didn't treat this person so politely, and finally interrogated more useful information.

"The angel is buried next to the waterfall... Don't look into the angel's eyes, and don't take anything from El Dorado... All people will die..."