The army immediately began to prepare for combat. The lords were released back into their army and mobilized.

Ella is still not very relieved about these surrendered troops. If these lords were allowed to negotiate with their troops in private, she was worried that something would happen. So she sent someone to return with these lords with "poison". As soon as the lords explained the current situation with their troops, Ella's people snatched the talk and taught these surrendered troops how to use poison. These liquids were made of mud mixed with wine. Although they looked dark and had a pungent smell, they had no other effect except for a certain probability of infecting the wound. Despite this, Ella was still for these "poisons".

Medicine "made a complex procedure for use. She first asked the soldiers to set up a big pot, pour all the liquids in, lit the fire, and then asked the soldiers to hold hands and surround the pot. While praying to Kronos, who was in charge of the curse power, he danced the battle dance with the warriors of Aztland. The battle dance took several hours until night. Ella stated that this was an extremely important ritual to exert the power of poison. If something went wrong, not only the poison would fail, but the medicine would even suck the person to the user. Therefore, it was stipulated that during the battle dance, no one would whisper or leave the team without authorization. Violators would be killed immediately.

After preparing for this matter, the lords were hurriedly recalled by Ella to find a suitable battlefield together. Of course, the soldiers were still left in the camp and continued to dance crazy battle dance under the surveillance of Alfred's men.

Ella pulled the group of lords to survey the nearby terrain, arranged the positions where the lords stood, and proposed a lot of fortification construction plans. After these things were completed, the sky had become dark. They could not immediately perform the tasks separately, so they could only return to their original camp to stay for one night and prepare for it tomorrow.

When they returned to the camp, the battle dance had just ended, and all the soldiers involved in the dance sat on the ground and rested quite tiredly.

"How was the situation just now?" Ella found a place where no one was, and whispered to Alfred.

"Everything is in control, everyone is dancing, no one leaves, no one whispers." Alfred said, "Tonight let these lords live separately from their soldiers, and tomorrow they will be assigned to deploy the battlefield. King Sweden, you can bring those lords over and continue to hold a day's combat meeting. If you persist for a few days, they will not have time to continue reporting the message."

But Ella shook her head: "No, I can only hold on for another day. Tomorrow night, these lords will have to return to their respective troops."

Alfred was stunned: "Why?"

"We want to use the power of these lords to deal with the Duke of Aquitaine, but now we are doing it to weaken their power. Look at these soldiers, they are all very tired. What should we do if the enemy launches an attack at this moment?" Ella said seriously, "not to mention leaving these lords with their own troops, this will greatly weaken the combat capabilities of the army. Do not use doubts, use people without doubt, weaken themselves before the war because of doubts. This is a taboo."

"But it would be dangerous to let them communicate privately..."

"So I made them unable to touch until 'tomorrow night'." Ella lowered her voice, "Our secret whistle can't be kept close to them every moment. They will find it over time. But it's still OK to just stare at it for a night, isn't it?"

"King of Sweden, do you mean?"

"If any of them had the idea of ​​contacting the Duke of Aquitaine, they must be anxious now because they could not reach their own troops. They were dragged by us during the day, separated by us at night, and held by us during the day. Tomorrow night, they finally contacted their troops, and these troops were stationed separately. Can they still bear it at this time?"

"So that's it. Either they have no idea to contact the Duke of Aquitaine. If so, it will be tomorrow night. At this time, we will temporarily arrange a secret whistle. They don't have time to discover it in advance, so it will be difficult to avoid it." Alfred suddenly realized, "I didn't expect that even the time they contact the Duke of Aquitaine will be in your hands."

"This is called the 'forced selection method'. Although there seem to be multiple options in front of you and the other party freely chooses one of them, in the end, the other party will definitely choose the option I need to let him choose. This is the sixth style of the 100-style sword technique, the foundation of the foundation." Ella said, "When you find the personnel sent by the other party tomorrow, you don't have to make a sound and deal with it directly. If the sound is spread, one less lord will be less combat power."

Things were arranged like this. Ella stretched and returned to her tent.

Not long after she sat down, a neighing sound of horses sounded outside the tent. Ella suddenly bounced off her seat. Horse riding was prohibited inside the tent, unless there was an urgent military information to report. She hurried out of the tent, but saw Amy turning over from a war horse.

Ella was a little surprised: "Amy? You are rarely seen these days. I thought you were recuperating, so why did you go on a horse? Is your injuries OK?"

Amy grabbed the reins and grinned at Ella: "It's much better, and you won't feel tired even if you use a little magic. Your Majesty, what mission do you want to give me?"

"Your most important task now is to recover your injuries and not do such a violent exercise! Hestein's guy is always light or heavy." Ella said, "And in this situation, you can't use your magic! The last time you used magic in Brittany, you attracted the priests of the Heavenly Empire. Don't forget that we are now trying to eliminate this army to achieve the purpose of destroying the apostles. If we attract the apostles and become directly fighting with the apostles, all the previous arrangements will be completely meaningless!"

"My body is not that weak. I am used to riding Fenrier. It feels like walking when riding a horse. Didn't I bring Fenrier this time? I picked one out of the horses tamed by Awutmok."

As he said that, Amy patted the horse's mane with care:

"Don't say, I have been raising Fenrier all the time, paying attention to its physical condition, and my ability to recognize good horses has also increased a lot. This horse is definitely the best among Autmok's horses. It has fast speed and good endurance. I have competed with Alfred's Ramre before. Not only did I not lose the disadvantage, but because Ramre's armor is heavier, I am also a lot ahead."

"Ramre? Who is that?"

"The name of Alfred's war horse. That's the best horse in Britain. I was wondering if I would also name this horse."

"Does it run so fast? Then just call it Porias."

"Borias?" Amy was slightly surprised, "This is the God of North Wind. Is it not a God's punishment to ride the horse? I dare not!"

Ella grinned: "That's right, Amy, you have Fenrier anyway. You don't dare to ride this horse, so let me forget about it."

"Why do you do this?" Amy subconsciously protected the horse, "Your Majesty, you are robbing!"

"Well... I'll give you three pounds of clothes back! How about it?"

"Three...three pounds?" Amy hesitated a little.

"Five pounds!" Ella increased the price.

"Okay... Indeed, Your Majesty also needs a good horse as a mount."

Amy handed the reins to Ella. After a while, she thought of something, looked at the horse's eyes, and explained seriously: "Borias, this is my Majesty, you are not allowed to make trouble! If your Majesty encounters any danger in the future, you must run to take her out of danger. Do you know?"

The war horse yawned, probably not understanding what Amy was saying.
Chapter completed!