"Dull?" Tessomok laughed, "You figure it out, this is a battlefield. How can you use a duel to decide the outcome!"

"That's what you say when you have an advantage." Dust shook his head repeatedly, "But you don't have an advantage now, aren't you?"

Although Tesosomok seemed to be strong in fighting spirit, he knew in his heart that what Dust was right. Although Chimal Popoka and Izkoatel had arrived and the Aztlan warriors had recovered a step in their magic, they probably couldn't last long with their remaining physical strength. Tesosomok's own leg was injured when he fell down, and it was difficult for him to stand up. His subordinates now have plenty of magic and physical strength, but it was difficult for Chimal Popoka to win Alfred alone, not to mention that the enemy still had an absolute advantage in terms of numbers. At this time, Dust proposed a duel, which was indeed beneficial to Aztlan's side.

So he asked, "Who is the duel with? What if you win? So what if you lose?"

Dust pointed to his chest: "With me. If I win, you will put down your weapons and surrender; if I lose, you will let you go away from Winchester."

"You speak well?"

So Dust turned to seek Ella's opinion. Ella nodded without thinking: For the condition proposed by Dust, even if they win, they would still regain Winchester and make no loss. What's more, this "duel" was proposed by Dust. As a disciple, Dust naturally understood the meaning of the word "duel" in her mouth.

Tessosomok turned his head again and saw Alfred shaking his head slightly on the city wall, as if he did not agree with the proposal. Tessosomok immediately understood the truth - Alfred wanted to catch them and take revenge, but now the main force on the battlefield is Ella's troops. Winchester is not a city under Ella's rule, so she naturally wanted to minimize her casualties. The two kings had natural differences on whether to let them go away.

It seems that it is beneficial to agree to this duel: even if Alfred does not admit it, as long as Ella's army does not take action, the advantage will be on Aztlan's side. And if the two sides have a dispute over this matter, Aztlan will be able to benefit even more.

Izkoyater noticed the shake of Tesosomok's heart, frowned and leaned into his ear and said, "Tratoani. This woman has deceived us once. Her promise is unbelievable."

Tessomok laughed and replied in a low voice: "Izkoyatel, why can't your brain turn around? Even if the other party wins, whether to surrender depends on us? Even if we regret it after we win, what's the disadvantage of having more rest time?"

He had already figured it out: whether this duel is win or lose, it is beneficial to Aztlan. Even if both sides do not keep their promises and taking advantage of the time of this duel to recover a little physical strength, it will be harmless to Aztlan's warriors.

So he raised his head and replied loudly: "Okay! Then we will send Chimal Popoka to duel with you!"

"Qimalpopoka? Is that leader of the Eagle Warrior?" Dust shook his head repeatedly, "No, he can't."

"No?" asked Tessosomok, "Where can't?"

"No matter how you do it, you have to pay attention to the identity of both parties? Think about it, would you go to fight a farmer who had just learned to get weapons?" Dust said, "I am the swordsman of the King of Sweden. In terms of identity, you have to send your teacher to duel with me. If not, at least you have to go there personally. Are you not a warrior? What's the point of asking one of your subordinates to come?"

When Chimal Popoka heard that he had been compared to a farmer who had just learned to take weapons, he was very angry: "Why can't I do it? You also saw that Tratoani was injured, right? How could he duel with you?"

"Ah, it turns out that I'm injured, there's nothing I can do." Dust shrugged, suddenly raised a finger, and swept through Tesosomok, Izkoyatel, and Chimar Popoka in turn. "Then let's give you permission to take your two subordinates and three of them together, so as not to say I'm bullying you."

As soon as these words were said, Izkoyater couldn't help but curse: "Boy, what do you think of us? Don't let Tratoani take action, I'll come up and kill you now!"

But Tesosomok stopped Izkoyatel and replied: "Is it one to three? OK, we'll pick it up."

Izkoyatel was so shocked that he couldn't speak: "Tratoani?"

"Why do we disagree with others?" Tessormok looked at Dust with a smile on his face, "Maybe they do have such strength, right?"

Now, Ella felt a little panicked. She tiptoed and leaned into Daste's ear and said, "Master, they have not been provoked. They are really ready to fight three or one. Should I just let it go?"

"What a panic, it's just one-on-three. Who am I? Can I lose?" Dust provocatively raised his little finger at Tessomok and the other two, "Are you tired? Do you want to give you some rest time?"

"Okay." Tessomok replied with a smile, "Then we are not polite."

Amy and Alfred hurriedly walked down.

"King of Sweden, what's going on?" Alfred asked, "Can your teacher really beat three elves?"

"What is the elf level?" Dust waved his hand carelessly. "I hid a little incense behind the house, poured it into a large basin, added oil, and lit it with a fire. Then he slapped the smoke to the opposite side!"

Amy frowned and sniffed Dust's body.

"Little maid...what are you smelling? Keep your body away from me, I will not be able to capture your Aphrodite's protection!"

"Who wants to use Aphrodite's protection on you!" Amy stomped on the ground in anger, "I thought you were drinking again, but it didn't smell it. Didn't you hear it just now? Just lighting incense can't make them lose their magic!!!"

"I know I know that I have to pray to the gods and offer sacrifices. We can do it once, what's the problem?"

"Is that a sacrifice? That's human flesh and blood!" Amy stomped her feet in anger, "Who are you going to offer? I'll dig out your heart and offer sacrifices, okay?"

"The God of Sun War wants a human sacrifice, so let's just find a god who does not need human sacrifice to pray!"

Dust deliberately let the group of Aztlans hear it at the top of his voice, and then he kneeled down in front of Ella:

"Emister of the Feathered Snake God, please preside over the next sacrifice ceremony!"

"Master...what are you thinking?"

"Nothing." Dust blinked secretly, "The 32nd style of the hundred swordsmanship is just the 100th style."

"Type 32...Master!!!"
Chapter completed!