On the second day of heavy rain.
The other side of the continent.
Mayan Kingdom.
In the jungle, palm leaves were blown around by the wind and the tree trunks creaked as if they were about to break.
The streams in the rain forest swelled into yellow and muddy rivers, washing away the vines on the banks.
Even the soil was roiling like boiling broth.
The cobblestone road in the village was flooded, ankle-deep.
The torches were extinguished by the heavy rain. The night here was pitch black and the only sound was the howling of the wind.
The people here can only use the sudden flashes of lightning to determine their direction.
“Boom boom!”
“Boom boom!”
It felt like the world was about to fall apart.
The Mayan Lord Bigtik was staying in the rainforest pyramid at this time. His body was completely wet by the rain, and the soft ornaments were sticking to his shoulders.
Mayan Lord Bigtik squinted his eyes and looked at the village, his eyebrows almost squeezed together: "What should I do?"
"If this heavy rain continues like this, all the crops and fields will be destroyed."
He convened the elders of various tribes for a meeting last night and lit the brazier in the temple.
At this moment, this brazier is the only source of light here.
Although the Mayan lord Bigtik had ordered the warriors to reinforce the houses in the village with wooden boards to prevent them from collapsing, it was obvious that the wooden boards alone were not enough to withstand the heavy rain.
Moreover, the houses in the village are short and have been blown over by strong winds before.
Therefore, the Mayan lord Bigtik had no choice but to send more warriors and bring stones to press down the supporting points of the house.
Sacks filled with sand were piled at the door of every house to block the incoming water.
Not only that, in order to protect the cornfields in the lowlands, the Mayan lord Bigtik also ordered people to dig temporary canals to divert water out of the jungle.
During the day, he even went to the fields in the heavy rain, with his legs in the mud.
“Dig quickly, dig quickly!”
"It looks like this rain will continue for quite some time!"
"Otherwise, we will have no food in the future!"
"At least we have to keep this place!"
The tribesmen and warriors wielded stone hoes, and sweat mixed with rain water flowed down.
The canal was dug half a mile long. The turbid water flowed down the canal, but the corn stalks were still washed all over the place.
There's nothing we can do, the rain is just too heavy.
Even the Mayan lord Bigtik saw such heavy rain for the first time.
He also ordered the corn and beans in the granary to be moved to a higher place, transported to the stone platform inside the pyramid, and covered tightly with palm leaves.
In addition, additional soldiers were sent to guard the food with spears to prevent the food from being taken away by wild beasts.
But the Mayan tribesmen believed that this was the wrath of the "Mother of the Jungle".
"This must be Mother Jungle punishing us!"
"My Lord, we must perform a sacrificial ceremony to appease the great 'Mother of the Jungle'!"
"Otherwise, our rain forest will be completely destroyed by this heavy rain!"
The Mayan leader Bigtik was very worried about this, so he summoned priests and ordered them to hold a ceremony in the rainforest pyramid.
The priest put on a feather cloak and a snake-shaped crown on his head and climbed the slippery stone steps.
The water hit their jade necklaces, making a tinkling sound.
The priests took great pains to light the temple altar and sow the seeds of precious crops.
But after a while, the flames were almost suppressed by the heavy rain and only blue smoke was left.
But the priests only rekindled the fire, and brandished the sharp blades, and cut their palms with them.
Blood mixed with raindrops dripped onto the stone slabs, and mixed with muddy water flowed down from the top. They kept muttering, "Mother of the Jungle, please calm down!"
Not only that, the Mayan tribesmen also knelt under the pyramids in the rain, their clothes soaked with mud and water, and they were also praying to the "Mother of the Jungle" to calm down.
However, this ritual was of no avail.
Not only did the rain not get lighter, it got heavier.
The sound of the rain was so loud that it was ear-piercing and made the stone steps shake.
Not only that, there were even loud noises coming from deep in the jungle, as century-old palm trees were being pulled out by the roots.
It broke the stone bridge, and the bridge deck suddenly split into two, and the fragments floated into the stream.
Houses on the edge of the village also collapsed, water rushed into the houses, pottery pots turned over, and wheat grains were scattered all over the ground.
Of course, there are also Mayan tribesmen in the houses.
"Water! The water is coming in!"
"Get to higher ground!"
The people in the house just shouted and tried to find a way out.
But the rain had already caused a flood, and in just a few seconds the water destroyed the house and came up to their thighs.
Not to mention running, even lifting my feet became difficult.
"ah--"
Some of the tribesmen just screamed and disappeared in the flood, leaving no trace.
Their cries for help were completely drowned out by the sound of the water.
As for the corn fields in the lowlands, they were completely flooded.
Broken stalks were floating on the water, like long dead snakes.
The priests looked pale as they watched the flames go out once again.
"'Mother Jungle' can't hear our calls!"
"She's getting angrier!"
The tribesmen who were kneeling in the rain were screaming loudly because the water mixed with mud had rushed to their feet.
They could also hear various "rustling" and "cracking" noises around them, which were related to disasters.
The Mayan leader Bigtik immediately ordered his soldiers to rescue the trapped tribesmen and seal the gap in the collapsed house with wooden boards.
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