They dragged Ella all the way to Alfred's castle. The solid stone wall was originally the outer wall, and the last line of defense used to defend after the failure of street battles has now been converted into an altar. Four torches were erected on the top of one of the arrow towers. When Ella passed under the wall, she happened to see a prisoner of war being pushed up there.

"Your luck is really good." Tessosomok said to Ella with a smile, "As a cultural exchange, let's visit our sacrifice ceremony."

The prisoner was followed by five priests. As soon as he walked up to the altar, four priests rushed up and twisted his left hand, right hand, left leg and right leg respectively. As the prisoner struggled violently, the remaining priest came to his side with a dagger. The scene reminded Ella of the live fish pressed on the chopping board.

"No...no...!"

The prisoner begged shrillly, but could not arouse anyone's sympathy. The priest quickly inserted the obsidian dagger into the side of his heart with expressionless expression.

The prisoner let out a creepy and shrill scream, but because the heart was not directly stabbed, he could not die for a moment. His struggle became more and more violent, and the scream became more and more shrill, but to no avail. In the last period of his life, he watched in despair as the obsidian dagger wandered around his heart until he cut the artery connecting the heart.

Finally, his body softened, and the priest skillfully dug out a whole bloody heart from his chest, held it high, and placed it on the altar. His body was lifted up and threw it down from the top of the arrow tower like garbage.

Blood stained the city walls.

Tessomok looked at Ella with a smile.

Some things can't be held back just by trying to endure. Although Ella still tried hard to restrain her, the inhumane scene made her teeth, shoulders, and even her legs tremble slightly, and her cheeks and lips became pale like never before. This made Tessomok see through the fear deep in her heart at a glance.

"The ceremony is over, it's time to leave." Tessomok deliberately urged Ella, "There is no need to linger here, you will be pushed there soon."

——I have to find a way to escape.

If you don’t escape, you will die if you don’t escape. You must find a way to escape here. If you want to escape, you must escape...

Ella's mind was only this idea. But how to escape was blank.

At this most critical moment, her brain failed.

"Didn't you hear it? Let you go!"

Chimal Popoka rudely pulled her forward. Ella could not delay this for even a little time, or even had the strength to resist. Once her steps slowed down for a moment, she would be dragged on the ground like a sandbag by Chimal Popoka.

The gate of the castle was opened in front of her. The gate of the castle was locked behind her again.

Understanding that she could no longer escape, Ella had to put her last hope on the duel. She tried hard to raise her chest a little. Although the chance was slim, if she could win in the duel...

Of course, this little thought cannot escape the eyes of Tessosomok and others.

"Don't be afraid." Izkoyatel comforted Ella's ear softly, "Our warriors cannot use magic in the duel."

Seeing a glimmer of hope appearing in Ella's eyes, Izkoyatel enthusiastically introduced her to her opponent who was about to duel. No matter how you look at it, it was just an ordinary soldier from Aztland, wearing cotton armor, a helmet, and holding a short spear in his hand.

"Do you have to wear armor?" Ella retreated a little. She was not sure if she could bear the weight of the armor.

“You can wear any equipment – ​​as long as you have it.”

Looking at Ella's puzzled eyes, Iscoyater added with a smile:

“However, we will provide basic weapons.”

A soldier walked up and handed a small wooden stick decorated with feathers to Ella's hand. Ella confirmed with suspicion that after she understood that this was her weapon, her eyes instantly lost all their spirits.

Looking at the almost desperate eyes, Izkoyatel couldn't help but laugh. He liked to see others in despair, especially after giving them a little hope.

"Don't worry, there's a duel going on, and you still have time to prepare." He continued to "comfort" Ella, "As long as you work hard, you can always win. It's up to man, right?"

The thing is human...?

Ella held the small wooden stick in front of her with her trembling hands. Except for the feathers, she looked like a branch of a broken tree that was picked up from the ground.

Tessosomok and others laughed unceremoniously.

At this moment, a sudden burst of Aztlans came from the duel venue, and the angrily cursed voices made Tessosomuk's smile stop.

With a door across, Ella didn't know what was going on there. But the Aztrans around her seemed to understand. Tessosomok frowned and asked the soldiers at the door: "Who is the duel in the room now? Are they the captured warriors or the king of Britain?"

The soldier who was asked replied tremblingly, "Yes... it's that Alfred."

"What day is this?" Tessomok cursed, "It's obviously a sacrifice, but I win every day! Chimal Popoka, you'll be here in person tomorrow!"

"Me?" Chimal Popoka retreated a little, "Tratoani, we cannot use magic in the duel arena. If you allow it to not light incense..."

"If you use magic, then what kind of duel process is going to be done! Isn't it enough to just cut it? But will the Sun God of War be collected such a sacrifice?" Tessomok roared, "If you can't win tomorrow, then follow the regular process and treat you as the Sun God of War be sacrifice!"

"Tratoani, this is not suitable!" Izkoyatel hurriedly advised, "We are not in sufficient staff now, and we cannot lose Chimal Popoka because of this kind of thing..."

"Do you think Chimal Popoka will lose now?" Tessomok shouted even louder, "What else can I do to fight? How about letting him go?"

The three masters and slaves who were just proud of each other in front of Ella had a dispute at the door.

As he spoke, the door opened. Alfred walked out under the escort of several Aztland soldiers. Ella raised her head and her eyes were just in contact with him. At that moment, Ella trembled all over her body - there was no trace of depression from Alfred. His eyes were more like a lion out of the cage than a prisoner of war. The strong will contained in it was like a ray of sunshine penetrated into Ella's inner abyss, dispelling all the dark fear inside.

Due to the soldiers' push, Alfred failed to say something to Ella. But Ella couldn't help but squeeze the branches in her hand.

"It's my place...is it?"

——Relax, Ella.

She said this to herself in her heart.
Chapter completed!