Ella's left foot was grabbed by her hands and dragged in the tunnel. The tunnel was just dug out, and the ground was uneven, making Ella's face full of blood. As the tunnel became deeper and deeper, the hole that shot into the light became farther and farther away from Ella. At first, Ella's consciousness was still in a hazy state, but when the surroundings were completely covered by darkness, she was scared and inserted into the soil with her hands, trying to pause herself. But this small resistance not only failed to have any effect, but instead caused her to take off several nails.

She felt unprecedented horror: when Hestein was captured, the pirates at least collected ransom. But this time, there was a cannibal tribe opposite. She even felt a little desperate: an elf-level enemy broke through her soldiers from the front and easily captured her, while the sword technique she learned had no effect at all. Even if she could escape safely this time, what afterwards? Her enemies were stronger than the elf-level and even the big elf-level. How would she protect herself? And what would she do to defeat the enemy?

The dark and depressing environment nourished negative emotions, and she felt that she was entangled by the black root system called despair and could not move.

When she was finally dragged out of the tunnel, the world was approaching dusk. The night gradually dispersed the light and enveloped the entire earth unstoppably. With the help of the last bit of light from the sun, she finally saw clearly the person who dragged her away: he dressed like the group of Aztlans, but the jewelry he used was more delicate and gorgeous, and the helmet was not the shape of an eagle, but the shape of a leopard. Compared with Chimal Popoka, he was a little thin, but his physique was still strong to ordinary people. On his exposed arm, there was a black snake-shaped tattoo, twisting with the agitation of his arm muscles, as if he was crawling and vomiting letters, which was very terrifying.

He only glanced at Ella and threw her aside, obviously thinking that Ella's injuries were so serious that it could not escape. He patted the soil on his body, washed his hands alone by the nearby stream, and then slowly returned to Ella's side. He found a flat stone and sat down, took out a roll of grass from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, lit one of the ends, and then spit out black smoke from his mouth.

He sucked the lit grass leisurely on the stone until Chimal Popoka was covered in blood and led the team of eagle warriors to come from a distance. Seeing Chimal Popoka in a mess, he laughed: "Chimal Popoka, your eagle warrior is getting slower and slower."

"Slow? It's because you caught this girl! The opposite side is chasing us like crazy. Try to let your leopard warrior escape from the pursuit of thousands of people? The fifty eagle warriors I brought out and I only have thirteen people left!" Chimal Popoka shouted at the man with dissatisfaction, "Izkoyatel, why don't you take your leopard warrior to guard the important road in the north and run to the south to sway?"

"Silly, I'm not as leisurely as you." Izkoatel threw away the unburned grass roll. "There was another riot in Winchester not long ago, and I was called back to help suppress it. In any case, it would be too difficult to occupy such a large city by 300 of us."

"Didn't that Bjorn come? The enemy's reinforcements have already walked out of the forest!"

"Yes. Judging from all aspects of information, the paper can no longer contain the fire. Our Tratoani decided to shrink his strength and stick to Winchester and let me take you back." Izkoatel smiled and kicked Ella on the ground, "Don't blame me, if you can't beat those enemies, I will have to catch her even more. I hope her head can make this wave of enemies collapse without fighting."

Iscoyatel kicked, and Ella moaned in a daze. So Chimal Popoka also glanced at Ella: "She isn't dead yet?"

"She is surprisingly tenacious in terms of vitality," said Izkoyatel. "I hope she can stick to it all night. After all, it is not common to use the king of the clan as a living sacrifice."

Chimal Popoka nodded and waved his hand to ask an eagle warrior to take Ella with him. The eagle warrior came over and grabbed Ella's feet without saying a word, dragging her like a dead dog. The double physical and mental blow made Ella unable to make any resistance. On the way to Winchester, her clothes were worn out, and her whole body was worn out by the ground and covered in bruises.

The sky became darker and the moon and stars floated into the sky. The city of Wencester was peaceful and peaceful under the moonlight, but there was an unusually huge black shadow standing in front of the city wall. It was half as high as the wall, and it looked like a small hill. The bloody wind blew towards Ella, and the sound of flies' wings were particularly noisy.

As she kept approaching the city wall, the ground gradually became wet, and Ella felt as if she had been dragged into a river. While dragging, the sticky river water wrapped around her body. A "squeak" sound suddenly sounded not far away, and hundreds of mice fled in panic due to the approach of Chimal Popoka and others, sowing black and ominous shadows to the land around her.

It was not until she was dragged to the dark shadow that Ella realized that it was a mountain of corpses, and the viscous liquid on the ground was blood flowing down from the mountain of corpses. Without exception, the corpses were pulled open to the chest and took out the heart. A small cart pushed out of the city gate, and there were a pile of new corpses. Several Aztlan soldiers moved the corpses from the car and threw them to the mountain of corpses with difficulty. A sound of flapping their wings sounded, and the crows pecking at the corpses flew up with their wings, covering the moon in a mighty way.

The city of Winchester was silent, and many citizens watched through the windows, fearlessly and cautiously as the Aztlanders walked through the streets.

"Where should I lock her up?" Izkoyatel asked Chimar Popoka, "Samurai, or slave?"

"Slave." said Chimar Popoka, "her power is not enough to call him a warrior."

So Ella was dragged all the way to the cell. The gate of the cell was also guarded by two Aztlan soldiers. As soon as the blood-stained prison door opened, countless screams of horror came. The cell, which was originally used to imprison a few criminals, is now crowded with people. As soon as the Aztlans approach, they rush into the corner like rats, for fear of being noticed by the Aztlans.

"It's so dirty." Izkoyatel said, covering his nose, "If there weren't any bathhouses here, I would have liked to throw them into the pool and brush them!"

"Don't ask too much," said Chimal Popoka. "After all, they are just a bunch of savages."

They walked along the cell to the end and finally found a room with free space. The soldiers guarding the cell opened the door and asked the Eagle Warrior to throw Ella in.
Chapter completed!