When Izkoyatel came, Dust was dressed as an Aztlan warrior and stayed in the audience. As soon as Izkoyatel said this, he knew that the Aztlans were still suspicious of Ella. They probably thought of this method because they saw that Ella was weak. They jumped for a day and a night without eating or resting, and even the strongest warrior would have to be exhausted. Judging from the appearance, Ella's physical fitness was difficult to hold on for an hour.

But Dust couldn't help but recite: "Isn't this a suicide attempt?"

Sure enough, Ella took it with her readily: "I get it! I'm just thinking about dancing together! Come on, you all follow me!"

While everyone's attention was on Ella, Dust secretly turned his body. From behind, Ella's full of energy came: "Everyone is imitating me to jump up like this! Lift your knees higher, and every step you take must be level with your waist!"

——Izkoyater didn’t know that Ella’s body was strengthened by the dragon clan’s contract.

Ella was thin and light in weight. Compared to the strength Draguè gave her, it was like a little rabbit pulled by eight horses. Dust discovered when training Ella: Although her strength was not different from that of the sheep when she fell, her physical strength could support her to throw a sheep until she was exhausted, and then she was energetic to harm the next sheep.

Perhaps it was influenced by the pirates, or perhaps it was too depressed when he was not physically strong before, so she didn't tie a few sandbags to Ella now, so she could throw all the sheep in the sheep pen to the ground, and then run a marathon along the coastline of Gotland.

Therefore, when he heard Izkoyatel say that Ella would be able to dance for as long as they could, Dust wanted to praise their determination to die. He had no intention of sacrificing heroically here, and when everyone was not paying attention, he slipped away.

When Tesosomok and Chimal Popoka came to watch the ceremony, the group of Aztran warriors dancing around Ella were almost breathless. Only Ella was still dancing in the center of the altar, and his feet were almost taking his body to the sky. But she was still urging Izkoyater and others dissatisfiedly: "How many times have you said it, raise your feet! Lift up! Every step you have to raise your knees to the height of your eyes! No matter how lazy you are, I want to whip you with a whip!"

Seeing Tesosomok coming, Izkoyatel fell to the ground and crawled to his side with a pale face. Ella saw Izkoyatel's actions at the altar and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Hey! What a snake! I said I can't stop, what's going on with you? Come back quickly! Come right away!"

But Izkoyatel hugged Tessomok's leg and cried: "Tratoani, please put this girl back into prison. You have to follow her jumping method, let alone a day and a night, we probably won't see the sun tomorrow!"

"What?" Tessomok frowned, "You are not as physically strong as this little girl?"

"I...she...she's a completely monster!"

"You are your own fault." Chimal Popoka looked at Izkoatel gloatly, "You are smart and you have to go and test. Can you test this way the messenger of God?"

"The messenger of God? Chimal Popoka, did you believe her?"

"It is a fact that she cured the disease caused by Tescartepolica. And judging from the current situation, her body and wisdom are indeed extraordinary." Tessormok said, "I'm afraid it's just because the Feathered Snake God is not a God of War, so she can't beat you, Chimal Popoca. But that's only on the battlefield, you're already embarrassed enough now."

"I...I..." Izkoyatel pulled out the knife and shouted, "I will cut off her head now. If she can grow one more, I will believe she is the messenger of God!"

"Enough! Izkoyater! When do you want to test? Why didn't you see you chopped the Sun King's head and try if he is the spokesperson of the Sun God of War?" Tessomok darkened his face, "The fifth era is about to be destroyed, and finding the Feather Snake God is one of the only ways to cut off the Mesaur God's messenger? Take a step back ten thousand steps, even if she is not the Mesaur God of Feather Snake, we need her to cure the disease now. If you cut her, do it yourself?"

"Hey, what a snake!" Ella shouted at Izkoatel from afar, "If you can't jump, just change a group of people! You have more than two hundred and fifty people, right?"

"Tratoani, I have never seen any disease that needs to be treated like this!" Izkoyatel argued, "When our doctors use herbs, only the doctors can dance themselves, and patients can pray and fast at most. Never have seen such a big fight!"

"Then have you seen any disease spread so quickly and die so many times?" Tessomok shouted, "Don't argue anymore, have you forgotten? This ceremony cannot be stopped in the middle! Is it time to answer, should I jump by myself or come here?"

"First... let's change someone first." Izkoyatel collapsed to the ground with a pale face, "I can't jump anymore."

...

A unit of thousands of men marched towards Winchester. They were all scarred and exhausted. Bjorn rode on his horse, looked at the scorching sun in the sky, wiped the sweat from his face, and unscrewed the kettle.

There was not much water in the kettle, so he didn't dare to drink too much, so he just took a small sip in his mouth to moisturize his dry mouth.

"Boss!" A soldier ran over, "We found water in front!"

"Really?" Bjorn wanted the horse to rush out at once. But he quickly grabbed the reins and said cautiously, "Don't drink it casually, try to see if there is poison in it."

They set out from the Scottish border and headed straight into the capital of England, Winchester. Their allies, only 300 Aztlanders, were unable to control Winchester for a long time. Only when Bjorn arrived with his army and secured Winchester could this attack have practical significance.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! They did not encounter British troops along the way, but every time they tried to plunder the village to obtain supplies, or wanted to rest in a certain town, they would always be raided by unknown small troops.

Bjorn's command fought several battles with those enemies of unknown origin, and both sides won and lost each other. Overall, Bjorn's side was dominant. But this greatly delayed their advancement, so that they had not seen the city of Winchester yet.

After entering the English territory, such attacks became more and more frequent. Winchester was approaching, but their logistics unit transporting weapons was robbed by an unknown enemy not long ago. The experience of countless raids made them dare not station in cities and villages at will. The experience of poisoning made Bjorn begin to suspicion of the water source.

"The Knight King must have been arrested, otherwise we would have faced his army long ago. But these attacks are not like unorganized operations. Who is commanding this battle?"

"Boss!" Another soldier ran over, "Our reconnaissance team encountered our remnants of the navy along the coast. They were defeated and there was no organization!"

"What a panic? It is expected that they can't stop the Swedish king. The task I gave was to make them delay as much as possible for a month." Bjorn said, "To be specific, when did they collapse and how many days will it be?"

"It's been too long, and they can't remember it. But from the battle to the defeat, it didn't last more than a week in total!"

"One week? Oops!"

Bjorn slapped out and shouted in front of everyone:
Chapter completed!