Dust looked at the pile of powder and nodded.

"I have seen this in the duel arena. They have to light up the incense before the duel and pray in a very serious manner. It seems that it can make people unable to use magic. So, King of Sweden, do you suggest us to attack at night?"

"Yes. They are carrying this prop and they are completely self-bound." Ella said, "We have agreed on a time. When you attack at night, Alfred and I will act as internal support inside. This is Alfred's capital. As long as he runs out and shouts, we will be able to succeed in attacking inside and outside."

"The solution is a good solution, but there will be a problem." Dust counted, "I will report the news tonight. If I want to go back to the city, I have to wait until tomorrow night; they will hold a duel during the day, and in order to find the place of the incense, I have to wait until the day after day; and if I want to steal it out, I have to wait until the night after tomorrow; as for what you said, you should put the incense secretly on every torch platform on the city wall, it will take one night to be conservative. You said that night attack will at least be the fifth night from today. What should you do during this period, King of Sweden? The duel yesterday will not be the last."

"It's okay, I feel a little confident when I see that the group of people can't fight Alfred in the duel arena." Ella said, "No matter what, I have learned Mistertin's 100 swordsmanship, right?"

Dust was so scared that he stuck out his tongue: "It's not that I don't believe in your ability... Well, I'll go back and try my best to hide the duel with the maid, otherwise she will have to kill me."

"Well, Amy always thinks I'm weak... Master, do you have nails?"

Dust took out a bag of things from his left sleeve and threw it to Ella: "Take it. Give it."

“Where is quicklime?”

"Here." Dust took out a bag of things from his right sleeve and threw it to Ella. "And you also bring a little oil for quicklime, so you can't accidentally sprinkle it into your eyes."

“Where is ‘fire’?”

"So," Dust untied his clothes, took out a bottle full of liquid from his abdomen and threw it to Ella. "This thing is flammable. You have to pursed your lips when sucking. Be careful not to suck the air in. When vomiting, you should also be quicker. Don't burn your mouth!"

"And the iron plates for protective body."

"Leave this thing to me! Master, I have to save my life, too." Dust said, "You don't need this in your body, don't you?"

"And then there is..."

Watching Dust take out hidden weapons from his thin clothes and hand them to Ella one by one, Alfred and the knights were stunned. No matter how they thought they thought, they thought this should not be considered a swordsmanship, but when they thought of Ella's small body, they felt that the things Dust taught were very suitable.

Ella stuffed the hidden weapons into her clothes one by one. There was obviously a bunch of things, but after stuffing them, the clothes looked no different from the ones before.

"And your crowbar." Dust took out the last thing from his arms, "I don't know what it's useful to bring this, but your maid must let me take it with me, saying that you don't sleep without holding this..."

Ella's eyes lit up, she rushed over and snatched the crowbar: "Thank you, Master! I'll help me with my help when I go back!"

"I have to leave. At least until tomorrow night, I can't take care of you in the dark." Dust waved, "But don't be afraid, just use the sword skills I taught you to dominate the duel in Aztland!"

So in the next few days, Tessosomok's head became bigger.

"Tratoani! That girl won another game! She sprinkled something into our samurai's eyes. When our samurai wiped it, her whole eyes were burned out!"

"Tratoani! That cunning woman won again today! Our warrior stepped on a nail on his feet, fainted from pain, and was beaten by her riding on her head. We rushed up to separate them."

"Tratoani! That viper-hearted queen won again today! She sprayed a ball of fire on our samurai's face..."

"Tratoani! That female demon who kills without blinking..."

"Win again and again, right?" Tessomok roared angrily, "What are you doing? You can't even hurt a little girl?"

"This, Tratoani, she actually suffered severe injuries that were incurable every time she duels..."

"But it will be healed the next day, right? Since you know that she can get back serious injuries, you will get fatal injuries! The kind that is fatal on the spot!"

Tessomok picked up something and smashed it to the report soldier.

"Tratoani! That..."

"Recently?" Tessomok shouted without looking at it, "Today's duel is over!"

"No, Tratoani, is a report about that black disease."

The person who came was Izkoyater, the captain of the leopard warrior, and his face was full of worry.

"Eighty percent of the people in that prison were infected with the disease before. The number of people infected with the disease four days ago has reached 50%. We have never seen such a speed of transmission. Just now, there were dark spots on the skin in my leopard warrior camp."

"How could this happen? These are important sacrifices. If we all died of illness, wouldn't we be in vain?" Tessomok grabbed his hair in pain, "Can our doctor still not cure this disease?"

"Tratoani..." Izkoyatel wanted to speak but stopped.

"What's wrong? Say!"

"The doctor who accompanied the team died of illness. He caught the disease yesterday morning and died suddenly in the afternoon, which was faster than other patients."

"Izkoyatel." Tessomok suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with fear of the end of the world, "You said, could this unheard of terrible disease be done by the one-legged war god?"

Izkoyater's voice was filled with horror: "You mean...Tescatlipoca?"

Tescartepolica, whose name means "Mirror of Smoke". He is one of the three main gods of the Aztlans. The other two are the gods of the sun and war, Vicillo Pochitli (Southern Warrior), whom they are now worshipped, and the other is the god of rain and civilization, said to have disappeared from the east.

In the Aztlan mythology, the "Mirror of Smoke" is the god of creation, the god of war, and the god of witchcraft and death. He is the sun of the first age, and after the destruction of the first age, his every arrival brought the world to bad luck.

"I wonder, could it be because of the decline of the power of the Sun God of War... so that Tescartepolica was born? He was going to destroy the fifth era where we were, just as it destroyed the second era?"
Chapter completed!