"Hahahaha! Capture was successful!"

Ella suddenly jumped out of nowhere, looking proudly at the Earl of France who was in the pit:

"Baron Molai, do you really think I don't know you are hiding in the village? You can't run over the horse, so you can only find a place to hide. But outside the village is a big plain, and even I can't find a place to hide. Since I can't find a place to hide, then there is no one else in this world except my master! The only thing you can hide is in the village. Now, put a bait and you will be obediently out and bite the hook! It's easier than catching a mouse!"

The Count of Ile de France looked up at the top with a look of astonishment. He had never seen such a trap before.

"Come!" Ella waved her hand, and a group of Aztland warriors rushed over. One of them held a shovel in their hands, and without saying a word, dug up the surrounding soil and poured it into the pit. Suddenly, the Earl of France and his group were covered with mud on their hair, clothes, faces, and noses.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" The Count of Ile-de-France hurriedly shouted, "I won't run away! I surrender! Surrender!"

"Surrender? Surrender alone is not possible."

Ella waved her hand proudly, and the group of Aztlan warriors temporarily stopped shoveling soil.

"Listen, I'm going to go to Versailles to convince the Earl of France next! Don't worry about whether he will agree or not, and don't care what you think. Whatever I say at that time, you will be honest with the side! Do you agree or not?"

"Uh...you go and convince the Earl of Ile-de-France to let me speak, and you can't care what I think..."

The Count of Ile-de-France was really stumped by this condition

"Don't agree? Come on, continue to pour the soil down!"

"I agree! I agree!" the Count of Ile-de-France shouted hurriedly. The soil fell down further, and the red knife, white bow and black balance could still hold on for a while. He and Princess Navarra, two short statures, were probably buried alive.

"Agree! Swear to me in the name of aristocrat!"

"I swear with the reputation of the Carolingian family!" The Earl of France raised his right hand - anyway, the conditions for Ella to cede land, not pay compensation, not lose power, not humiliate the country. As for how to implement it, let's talk about it then!

"It's almost the same." Ella nodded with satisfaction, "Come on, pull them to me..."

A cold arrow flew over at this time and landed in front of Ella.

"Sir God's Envoy, there seems to be someone over there!" The Aztlan warriors shouted in the distance.

Ella turned her head and saw that black shadows were quickly passing by the mottled plains of the moonlight. Under the whistling wind, you could hear the sound of tiny footsteps. At the same time, a large pile of stones flew over and landed on the ground around Ella.

Ella snatched a shovel, dug up a piece of soil, and intimidated the Count of France below: "Is it your ambush?"

The Count of Ile de France shook his head blankly. He had been hiding in the village today and had not gone out. He really didn't know who was attacking Ella. Even if he asked him to guess, he couldn't guess it.

"Speaking of this, since Awutmok has captured so many war horses, it is not uncommon to have large-scale troops around him."

After thinking for a while, Ella turned her head and ordered Amy:

"Look at what kind of armor they wear and what kind of flags they wear."

Amy nodded, waved her hand, and a hot pillar of fire shot into the sky!

The Count of Ile de France and others had never seen such a large-scale magic - the hot flames weave a curtain, almost covering the entire sky in sight. For a moment, the earth was as bright as day!

The enemy showed their figure in this light. They were numerous, over a thousand people, but their equipment was extremely simple. Not only were there no iron armor, but they could not even see a set of leather armor and cotton armor. They were all wearing thick linen clothes. The people who rushed to the front took the catapult rope and shot in the direction of Ella. This was their most exquisite weapon. The people who were behind were holding some hoes, pitchforks, wooden sticks, and even pot lids.

"Your Majesty," Amy said, "it seems not to be an army, but a rioter."

"The rioters." Ella gave a blank look at the Earl of France and others in the pit, "Look at the good things you did!"

"Your Majesty, they are getting closer." Amy asked, "What should I do?"

"Scare them off. Be careful, the situation is not clear now, don't cause unnecessary casualties."

Amy nodded. She reached into the sky, pinched it, and suddenly, the fire curtain in the sky turned into the shape of a red dragon!

The rioters stopped in fear and looked at the strange phenomena in the sky.

Amy opened her hand, and the dragon-shaped flame opened her mouth roughly, and a fire that was extremely hot was spewing downwards, igniting a large area of ​​grass.

"Oh my god!"

"monster!"

"Run!"

The team of rioters dispersed in an instant.

"Catch someone and ask about the situation." Ella turned around and ordered the Aztland warriors, "A large-scale attack cannot be unorganized."

Originally, this task was most suitable for Autmok who had learned to ride a horse, but Autmok was still mingling with the horse herd in the west of the village, and was not here. So the task of catching people was handed over to the remaining Aztlan warriors. Fortunately, their physical strength was much better than that of ordinary villagers. After chasing for a while, they still successfully captured two people.

This is the person who fell on the back when running. Not only is he thin, but he is also old, he can be Ella's grandfather. The Aztlan warriors pressed them to the ground and threw the confiscated weapons to the ground - a bag of stones picked up from the ground.

"Have you eaten?"

Ella squatted on the ground with a stack of corn cakes and asked the two old men.

The two old men didn't know what Ella meant, and shook their heads in fear.

"Don't be afraid, I just want to know what's going on here." Ella said, handing the tortilla forward again, "If you're hungry, eat it."

So the two old men had to answer: "Sir, thank you for your kindness. We are not hungry, we have already eaten."

"Have you eaten?" Ella felt a little incredible. "You are so old, you still have to get up and make trouble. Isn't it usually because you are so hungry that you have no food to eat?"

The two old men continued to shake their heads: "Sir, we are villagers near the Ile-de-France. Our lords have never fought wars in recent years, so we can barely have enough food to keep, so we are not hungry."

"Didn't you come here to grab food?"

"No... our heads asked us to steal the horses here, saying that they would be used when fighting with the knights in the future."

"War? You are living well, what kind of war? What's going on?" Ella frowned, "If you are caught by the lord of the Almany Federation, you will lose your head."
Chapter completed!