The staff members did not understand Amy's words. Yarmal asked, "So, what should we do specifically? How to explain so that they can understand that you are not a monster, but rather think you are a god?"

"I think... I don't have to do anything, say nothing, ask nothing, just let it develop naturally."

"Do nothing?"

"Your Majesty, she never said what kind of magician she is - you are here to wait to pick up the escaped friendly forces."

Amy kicked Fenriel's stomach and Fenriel turned into a strong wind and rushed into the sea of ​​fire again

With Amy's natural-level Vulcan protection, she could not extinguish the flames in the woods. But she could gather the flames of the way around as much as possible. Along the way, she encountered many rebels struggling in the sea of ​​fire. They saw Amy rushing towards Fenriel, some fled in panic, some couldn't move, and some even picked up stones and threw them towards Amy. But Amy ignored these people at all. Those who fled in panic, fled with him; those who couldn't move, fled directly from him; those who picked up stones, used Aphrodite's protection to make it difficult for them to take action. She said nothing, leaving only a road behind her - a smooth road in the sea of ​​fire.

In the blink of an eye, she arrived at the front line of the battlefield. The enemy troops rushed down from the top of the mountain were unscrupulously chopping and killing the dispersed rebels. At this point, the enemy had already gained a one-sided advantage. Fortunately, Nesavalkyot's troops were also very interested in the iron armor on the rebels. Before the battle ended, they were busy plundering weapons, leaving the front line in chaos for a while. As soon as Amy arrived at the front line, without saying a word, threw the flames gathered all the way towards the most densely populated place of the enemy.

The flames spread out in unexpected places of the enemy, and involved Nesavalkoyotel's army. Amy did not stop at all, turned Fenriel in one direction, and then broke into another front, leaving only a white shadow in the sea of ​​fire.

After a brief moment of dazed, the rebels, who were forced to fight due to the enemy's approaching and blocking the sea of ​​fire, turned around and ran towards the road Amy drove out.

Amy galloped on the battlefield repeatedly. On that day, all the surviving rebels saw the shadows of Amy and Fenriel on the battlefield.

Nesavalkoyoter was still confronting Sitralmina and others. He said it was a confrontation, but in fact, the moment he defeated the summoned Eligos, his momentum had already surpassed the other side. The rebels were extremely frightened, and he just looked through the emerald ring on his hand bored.

"Can you leave? Master Quilakiri's disciples? I'm almost out of patience."

He raised his head, saw no one answered, shook his head, and raised three more fingers:

"Then count down, the last three times, I'll do it if no one leaves, three...two..."

Master Quilakiri's disciples stared at Nesawarkoyotel, no one retreated. Firstly, they were very skilled and bold, and secondly, when Master Quilakiri selected his disciples, they ruled out cowards. However, other people who followed did not have such courage. Before Nesawarkoyotel counted the number to three, they turned around and ran away.

"Those who should leave don't leave, and those who shouldn't leave go instead." Nesavalkoyotel moved his wrist, and the flower with three leaves returned to his hand. "Since that's the case, kill them all."

In response to his order, the Aztlan warriors threw the spears in their hands, arrows on their bows, hidden arrows in their blowing tubes, and gravels on the stone tools, all in the direction of Sitralmina. They flew into the sky, making the entire sky dim for a moment.

"The God of Spring Water helps me!"

The three disciples of Master Quilakiri joined forces to support a water cover in front of the camp, blocking a group of thrown objects in front of them. Seeing this, Nesavalkoyotel sneered: "The Black Spring Tribe is strong because the entire tribe of people will use this magic. What can you three do?"

Before Nesavalkoyotel could start the order, the warriors of Aztlan made a second wave of throws without hesitation. Nesavalkoyotel then threw a petal directly. The petal quickly crossed all the throwing objects in the air and hit the water cover first. After a violent magic shock, the water cover was shattered by Nesavalkoyotel's flames!

The throwing objects then fell down, and they were about to insert the three disciples into hedgehogs. Another disciple of Master Quilakili rushed out and blocked them. He patted his shoulder and chest, took a deep breath, and his chest swelled to three times its size. After another spit, a violent gust of wind blew towards the throwing objects, rolling the throwing objects into the sky layer by layer!

Nesavalkoyotel raised his hand disdainfully, and another fireball flew towards the disciple. The opponent acted as before, and swept the fireball into the sky with a breath. He wanted to use the wind to disperse the fireball, but the fireball not only did not disperse, but became more and more hot and heavy in the sky. In order not to let it fall, the disciple could only continue to blow upwards. Nesavalkoyotel immediately threw out the second fireball and swept all the four disciples of Master Quillachiri.

A bouquet was exhausted. Nesavalkoyotel glanced back and gracefully picked up the second bouquet from the plate held by the attendant. When he swept his eyes toward the rebels again, he saw a disciple of Master Quelakiri sing in front of him:

"The Mother of the Wind blows away the sound; the Mother of the Earth covers the footprints; the Goddess of the Sun puts the figure into the darkness; the Goddess of the Moon drives death away from his side..."

Nesavalkoyotel knew that this was the magic of the hiding figure of the Mute Spring Tribe. She thought he wanted to escape, but she didn't mind, but just smiled and waited for him to finish reading. But the man repeated it over and over again, but it didn't work. Nesavalkoyotel frowned, but found that Sitralmina, who had been standing in front, had disappeared at any time.

At that time, a black shadow flashed on the side of Nesavalkoyotel. Nesavalkoyotel glanced sideways and found that Sitramina had bullied him at some point, and the iron sword in her hand had already stabbed towards his neck!

Nesavalkoyotel is not good at close combat, which is a well-known fact. Sitramina thought that this attack had been successful. Unexpectedly, in her sight, Nesavalkoyotel still had a faint smile on her face. The next second, a horse cauweit flew from the left and smashed her body out.

"My leopard warrior and the eagle warrior leader are not idle food." Nesavalkoyotel smiled and looked at the remaining disciples of Master Quilaciri. After the loss just now, there were only three people left. "Three to three, why do you want to continue fighting with me?"

"Master Quilakiri has made a fortune telling, and victory will be with us..."

"Victory is in you? Look at the battlefield below, who can say such childish words?"

Nesavalkoyotel aimed at pointing down, and at this moment, a dusty messenger ran up:
Chapter completed!