During the days on standby, Carolin was not idle. He kept asking his men to rub the ropes, rubbing a lot. Although the five thousand troops were large in size, they put ropes on them one by one, and there was no shortage of ropes.

A day later, Ella arrived. The army was composed of only a group of farmers. When they realized that they were being chased by such a team, the generals regretted it.

"Well, there are 4,981 people in total, of which 76 are nobles and eight lords. This website has gained a lot."

Looking at the statistics, Ella nodded with satisfaction. These prisoners of war have now been pushed out and arranged in the open world. In every row, there is an executioner holding a big sword standing. The sharp blade looks scared.

"Who are these people?" The general of the prisoner-of-war, the Earl of Kelshe, roared at Caroling angrily. After knowing the specific forces in Caroling, he has been quite dissatisfied these days: "They are not Almani! Caroling, have you actually colluded with foreign forces for your position?"

"Collaboration?"

Carolin kicked Count Kelshe's body over with one kick.

"This is called alliance, fool! How did you tell me how to form an alliance with the people of the Pirate Kingdom? Your Duke is against me and the Pirate Kingdom at the same time. We are allied, and you blame me for coming?"

On the chair not far away, Ella cleared her throat and said loudly:

"You all have drunk that potion, right?"

After saying that, her eyes swept across the group of prisoners of war. Many of them stared at her angrily, as if they were not very dissatisfied with her, but no one shook his head.

"You are not good at winning!" someone shouted below, "If you have the ability to loosen the rope, we will fight a war with dignity!"

When this roar was heard, many soldiers responded from below.

"Who is going to fight you upright," Ella snapped her fingers, "cut the heads of these people!"

"All?" Carolin frowned. He came to Ella a few steps and whispered: "King of Sweden, among these people, there are nobles whom I have promised to forgive. Moreover, they were captured by me and should be handled by me."

"I will leave it to you for disposal, but if they all drink potions, it's hard for you to manage, right?" Ella explained, then waved her hand, "Slash it first and run out of the effect of the medicine!"

Under Ella's order, the executioners all swung their arms. For a moment, screams spread throughout the military camp and blood flowed into lakes. The five thousand heads that rolled on the ground made people scared.

What's even more frightening is that shortly after, the heads suddenly moved themselves, rolled back to their original necks, and took them up. In the blink of an eye, the wound disappeared, and the soldiers raised their heads one by one, as if they had never been injured.

Carolin took a breath - if he fought such a force on the frontal battlefield, he would not know how much he would suffer.

The soldiers who had consumed their medicinal effects were significantly lowered in momentum, and not many people dared to shout anymore.

Ella shook her feet on the chair again.

"I heard that in the Principality of Aquitaine, the potion for the death and resurrection can be mass-produced," she said. "Then you should have spare potion, right?"

Silent and no one answered.

"No answer?" Ella raised her eyebrows, "Then I think you want to be beheaded again?"

Still no one answered.

"Forget it," Ella said, "maybe they drank two bottles, and try again."

"Give me your life! Get me your life!"

The soldiers were finally scared to kowtow to the ground.

"Don't say spare me." Ella raised her eyebrows, "To survive, tell me where the potion is."

"It was originally there, and each person brought a few bottles for spare. But later it was said that they would be concentrated for the troops behind the palace, so they were all taken back, and then... and then we don't know."

The soldiers all looked at the nobles.

Carolin took a step forward and pulled Count Kelshe's body up: "Where is the remaining potion hidden, say!"

"I surrendered because I was deceived by you, not because I was defeated by you on the battlefield." Earl Kelshe glared at Caroling, "You can ask me for ransom, but if I want me to reveal military secrets, you have to defeat me head-on on the battlefield!"

Carolin shook his head helplessly.

——And then, he turned to look at Ella.

"King of Sweden," he said, "I don't want this prisoner of war anymore, so I'd better give it to you for disposal."

"I'll deal with it? Then don't worry about your Almani's rules." Ella snapped her fingers again, and I guess "He must be more than the only one who knows this. Slash one first to serve as a warning to You."

Earl Kelshe shook his whole body. The executioner had already pressed his shoulder without saying a word.

"I said! I said! I said okay! It's right in the wine gourds of my personal guards... it's not filled with wine, it's all leftover potions!"

As he said, the soldiers brought the pile of wine gourds over. Ella opened one, poured it out a little into the cup, and then swayed in the sun.

Earl Kelshe bit his lips in grief. They were defeated if they were defeated, but if the enemy got this potion, there would be endless troubles.

Unexpectedly, Ella's next order was-

"Fill these potions each of them and then chop off your head again!"

Looking at the officers' surprised eyes, Ella shook her head and said, "I won't use these potions for myself, it's strange, right? Then do you know, do you know what side effects this potion has?"

"Side effect?" Earl Kelshe's lips turned pale, "What is it?"

"You won't want to know - that's the same price as life. Unfortunately, the Duke of Aquitaine kept hiding this from you and letting you work for him."

After saying this, Ella stopped talking, but instead looked cold and asked the executioner to execute his orders.

She didn't like to kill, let alone a group of prisoners of war who had surrendered. However, from the time these people drank the potion, they were destined to be a group of dead people.

The remaining potions were enough for all prisoners of war to drink twice each. So, on this day, the group of executioners cut down a total of 15,000 heads. This means that the vitality of "Kur" was consumed by another 15,000 copies.

When the last beheading, the group of soldiers recovered significantly slower, and after the recovery was completed, there were still scars of the knife on their heads.

"It is worthy of being a legendary creature, and its vitality is really tenacious."

Ella thoughtful.
Chapter completed!