Ella was dragged outside the city and dripped across the river of blood, and her whole body was now covered with blood. After the Aztlans left, the people in the prison did not dare to approach for a long time. It was not until Ella made a painful moan that a few brave people came over. They noticed that Ella's ribs had been broken, nine of them fell off ten fingernails, and one was half broken, and there was no good skin on the ground. The soil and blood mixed with it, and the clothes were stained, which was very dazzling.

An old man sighed: "She probably can't stand tonight."

People shook their heads, left a piece of land for Ella in a corner of the cell, and covered her with a broken straw mat.

They didn't know that Ella had been penetrated by Ibn Sina's stone. The injury was much worse than it is now. The contract with Draguè gave Ella the monster-like body's ability to heal itself. When the moon wandered in the sky, her body was constantly recovering. As long as someone lifted the straw mat, he could see that the wound on the girl's skin was healing at an astonishing speed. Pieces of blood spots fell off the surface of Ella's skin like molting. The broken nails grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the ribs on her chest were quietly cast back to their original shape.

As the pain disappeared, Ella's mood gradually returned to calm. The despair was just a temporary emotional attack. As the moon fell towards the horizon, reason gradually returned to her brain:

"You have to find a way to get out of trouble."

She planned a feasible plan in her mind: she wanted to communicate with Amy, find an opportunity to escape secretly, or reach an agreement with the other side... Since she was not fully awake, these thoughts and nightmares were entangled. In the nightmare, she lay in a pool of blood, her head was cut off, and the person holding her head was at first Chimal Popoka, but suddenly became Ibn Sina. After a closer look, it was Gregory again...

At sunrise, she uncovered the straw mat and wanted to carefully rectify her thoughts in her mind while she was awake. Unexpectedly, a commotion occurred in the cell immediately. People looked at Ella like monsters, and her "shell" remaining on the ground - the blood spots shed from Ella's skin.

"I'm human." Ella smiled bitterly, "This...is probably considered magic."

People were even more surprised when they realized that the girl standing in front of them was really human.

"We've never seen such magic before," they said, "You must be a powerful magician, why have you been caught here?"

"My name is Alice Bedford."

In such a dilemma, Ella felt a little embarrassed and didn't want to report her real name.

"I was attacked by them. But why were you arrested here? Isn't Winchester an English territory? Why are you now occupied by these Aztlanders? Where is Alfred?"

To get rid of the current predicament, you must first know what happened to Winchester.

So someone sighed and replied:

"More than a month ago, the group of Aztlans came to Winchester. They claimed to be merchants, from a distant country, and wanted to meet the Knight King. The Knight King met them in the morning. At noon that day, the group of Aztlans walked to the square and announced that Winchester was under their control."

"They took the opportunity to meet and attack Alfred?"

Ella felt a stern. Similar things happened in Gotland. At that time, a team of Aztlan warriors came to the palace to meet her, face to face, and had a verbal dispute with her. If the person who led the team at that time was Chimal Popoka, she would probably be in danger.

But if you think about it carefully, Ella feels that something is wrong. Gotland is her capital. Even if an elf-level attack like Chimal Popoka launches an attack and catches her, she will definitely not be able to run out. And if the visitor is a group of warriors with magic, it is impossible to enter the palace like that and meet her directly. Gotland is like this, and Winchester is of course the same, not to mention that Alfred's force is much higher than Ella.

"I was there at that time." Another person added, "There were three hundred people in this group of Aztland, but only three of them came to the palace to see the Knight King. At that time, we did not notice the magic from them. They also brought gifts from the Knight King, so everyone was relieved. They brought three boxes, the first box was gold, the second box was feather, but the third box was three bloody hearts!"

Speaking of this, the man's body trembled, obviously scared by the scene.

"The Knight King questioned them, and they swallowed those three hearts in front of all of us...and...and..."

"And then they suddenly had magic?"

This scene seems familiar. Ella relaxed her vigilance and was then arrested here.

"Yes...the elves, three elves! Not only them, but the three hundred Aztlans who were waiting outside suddenly had magic power ranging from self-level to natural level! We fought in the palace, but our arrows were sucked by their shields, and our swords could hardly cut off their skin!" The man shook more and more violently, "We have never encountered such an elite army. There are 1,500 permanent troops in Winchester, but they are not their opponents. How could it be that time to summon soldiers from all over the world? The Knight King tried his best to suppress one of the elves, but he could not withstand the other two elves' attacks in turn, and finally defeated. I was so scared that I hid under the chair, and then escaped!"

"You've escaped? Then why are you here again now?"

"They have to catch a group of people every day as a living sacrifice! And they locked us in the city and forbid us to go out!" The people shouted grief and angrily, "We were afraid, so we united with the remaining knights to resist them. I think although their magic is powerful, most of them are only self-level. Tens of thousands of people on our side, as long as they are not afraid, they will always consume their magic. But who knows that the magic of these people is endless. Many people died, and we were also arrested and locked up here!"

The door of the cell suddenly creaked. At that moment, the whole cell became silent. People lowered their heads and hid in the corner, obviously scared by the Aztlans. The footsteps of several people came from the passage and the voices of Chimal Popoka: "Tratoani, that woman is not a warrior at all, we don't need to treat her with the warrior ritual. Moreover, she was seriously injured and could not go to the duel arena."

"Idiot. The only one who sacrifices the ritual of slaves is the slave. She is the king of an army. In order to better please our gods, of course, he must sacrifice them in the duel arena!"
Chapter completed!