Four days later, Dust sneaked into prison again and got in touch with Ella.

"King of Sweden, I have agreed with the army ambushed outside the city to launch an attack tomorrow night. But I have encountered some trouble with the incense."

"Master, have you not received the incense?"

"I got it. I got it. I got the whole can of incense from the duel, but this amount was not enough. Then I began to investigate the storage location of the incense and found the rooms of the Aztlanders. There was a tight guard and I couldn't sneak in."

"If there is no incense, it will be a lot of trouble. Master, come on, try again? If you succeed, I will just let you be the general!"

Dust shook his head repeatedly: "No, no! If you can sneak in, what general should I become? How good is it to change my career and become an assassin?"

"It seems that we can only keep these incense to deal with the three elves." Alfred said in a pan. "We must be ready to bleed for the remaining Aztland soldiers and fight hard."

Although she knew that this was the only way, Ella was still a little unhappy. She brought only three thousand people this time, although they were all elite, but she had no advantage in dealing with three hundred enemies who could be self-level magic. Even if Alfred was an insider in the city, the final price would still be very high - and these were not Alfred, but her Swedish soldiers.

"If the attack time is delayed for a few days, it will be easier," Dust said. "The Black Death has begun to be popular in Winchester. It is estimated that the Aztlands will also get sick in the future. They cannot treat this disease. As long as you are willing to wait, they will go out until they die."

"What are you kidding?" Alfred was unhappy. "This is the Black Death! I'm afraid that before the Aztlanders die, my residents of Winchester will be gone!"

"What about your own army?" Dust gave Alfred a blank look, "What's going on when you protect Winchester and let the Swedish King's soldiers fight bloody?"

Ella interrupted Dust: "Okay, Alfred cannot summon the army now. Britain is not only our important ally, but also an important trading partner. Even if the Black Death patients take sulfonamide, the mortality rate is as high as half. It will be of no benefit to let it spread. Let us think of some ways to reduce casualties together."

"Speaking of this, I'm mixed with the Aztlans and saw something interesting." Dust sat on the ground and said with great interest. "When they saw the Black Death patients, they always shouted 'Tescartepolica' over there, and there were even people kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy in the sky."

"Tescartepolica? What is that?"

Dust mysteriously approached Ella's ear: "I guess, that's..."

Before he could say anything, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from above. Dust suddenly started to bounce and added some paint to his face in a panic: "Someone is coming, I have to go out immediately. King of Sweden, you continue to think about the combat plan, and then I will talk to me later!"

Dust hurried out of the dungeon. Not long after, his majestic voice sounded at the door: "Report to the sir! Everything is normal!"

The door opened, and several torches illuminated the dark dungeon. Izkoyatel appeared at the door. He stared at Ella with a venomous gaze and said, "The King of Sweden, come out, Tratoani is invited!"

Ella didn't understand why Tessomok would look for her at this time. Tomorrow night is the time to launch an attack. Could her plan be exposed in advance?

With a little nervous mood, Ella stood in front of Tesosomok. Tesosomok's face was filled with smiles, but Ella always felt as if she was malicious when she looked at it.

"Congratulations on your five consecutive wins in the duel arena." Tessomok opened his arms to Ella, as if he wanted to give her a win-win embrace. "Even if you look at the entire history of Aztland, few people have achieved this great achievement. Maybe I should give you a cup for this."

"Then your Aztland's history is a bit short," said Ella. "There is a person in the cell where I live who has won more than thirty games in a row. Should you hold a banquet for him?"

Tessomok's face was a little uneasy. He glanced at Ella. After confirming that Ella had no obvious injuries, he said again: "I'm very curious, why do you have such physical recovery ability? This is a duel under the witness of the Sun God of War, and it should not be possible to use magic."

"Maybe your god is too small to control our magic."

"The Sun God of War is the Supreme God—"

"I think you should broaden your horizons. There are other supreme gods in this world, with many powerful magic that are beyond your imagination."

Ella refers to the only god Yawei of the Tianfang Empire, but Tessomok thought of something else. His eyes suddenly showed a fierce light and rushed to Ella with a quick step. When Ella reacted, her body had been grabbed by Tessomok and raised it high into the air!

Seeing Ella struggling desperately, Tessomok sneered and put Ella down.

"Some people say you are the messenger of God," he said, "but I don't look like you. Your physical recovery ability is indeed different from that of ordinary people, but your combat ability is pitifully low. You are not our opponent when both sides can use magic."

"There are many kinds of Gods, who give wisdom, teach skills, and bring civilization to people." Ella retorted, "Your Gods can only fight? Then it seems that you Aztland is just a barbaric tribe."

When he heard the words "bringing civilization to people", Tessomok was obviously shocked again. He seemed to be against something, and tried hard to raise his head and said, "Aztlan has no interest in the lower gods of other tribes. Let's change the topic. A patient has recovered. I heard that it was the medicine you used, right?"

Ella finally understood Tessomox's intention. She thought of the information Dust brought and thought about it: "Is anyone in your warrior sick? That's very troublesome."

A trace of fear flashed in Tessomok's eyes. But soon, he raised his head again and said, "Trouble? It's just a disease. It can be cured with medicine. What's the trouble? Since you can cure one, there is no reason why you can't cure the second one, right?"

Looking at Tessomok's serious look, Ella felt a little funny.

"If it's an ordinary disease, there's really medicine. But this time, this disease is related to 'Tescartepolica'."

"Smoke Mirror? It's him?"

Tessomok couldn't help but shout.
Chapter completed!