The flames whirled around Amy and Fenriel, jumping and burning, as if they were holding a crazy dance party. Amy's head was raised high, and it took a long time to finally say:

"Your Majesty said that I don't need to do things that I'm not good at. If I use Loki Guard at the Elves level or above, there are many problems that can be easily solved, but she never asked me to use them, and even stopped me again and again. And she finally solved these problems. She was becoming stronger. This time she was kidnapped, she solved it with her own swordsmanship. And she seemed to be approaching the final mystery of magic. She didn't need me to help her much on the battlefield, let alone your Ivar's strength."

"Are you arguing with me? Or are you mocking yourself? You said so much, but in the end you admit that you are a waste who can't help?"

"I'm just a maid. The maid's job is never to go to the battlefield."

"When do you want to deceive yourself?" Ival smiled wildly, "I know you, I know you too much, how could you watch your Majesty climb to a height that you cannot reach? We are also protected by the God of Love and Scheming! You will continue to torture yourself. When your spirit cannot hold on, your body is mine!"

The flames dissipated. Countless sparks of sparks closed their eyes in mid-air.

Seeing that Amy had no reaction for a long time, the cavaliers carefully approached and shouted in a low voice: "Miss Amy? Miss Amy? Are you okay?"

Amy raised her head back, her eyes full of confusion.

"Do you think I'm suitable for wearing maid outfits or armor?"

The knights looked at each other.

"Miss Amy, you were a maid before? But with your ability, if you go to the battlefield, you should perform well."

"So, do you think my Majesty, Ella Cornelius Scipio, need a maid, or a powerful magician?"

As soon as he said this, Amy smiled bitterly and shook her head.

"You don't know about this thing, either."

The neighing sounded. They realized that they had arrived at the original entrance, where the horses were parked. Without saying a word, they ran to their war horses and began to untickle their reins.

"It's great, it's just coming out in this direction. If there is a horse, we might have time to break through!"

"It's too late."

Amy gritted her teeth and stared ahead. Fenriel, who was sitting down, also roared in fear in that direction - after Ivar left Amy's body, the flames around it began to dissipate.

The black crowd walked towards this side, with more than 10,000 people. The general in charge was Bjorn.

"I'd negotiated with Ivaldo if I had known it." Amy smiled bitterly, "What's Aphrodite's protection? When he meets a magician of the same level, he's almost a waste."

The knights who knew they could no longer escape drew their swords one after another, and each of them looked at death with a look on their faces.

But Bjorn slowly raised his spear and pointed it at Amy:

"Why is it you? Where is the Knight King?"

"Want to know such important information?" Amy gathered the last bit of flame into the palm of her hand, and raised the corner of her mouth desperately: "Or, you drag me into the small dark room and torture me from beginning to end, and see if I say no, what?"

Bjorn stopped talking, but waved his hand forward. This was the order of attack. Thousands of soldiers behind him shouted loudly, ruthlessly rushing towards Amy and more than thirty people!

"It's impossible to escape without any loss." A knight whispered to everyone, "Life and death are fate, success and failure are in the sky. If anyone succeeds in breaking through, run all the way to Winchester. If you can run away, don't turn around and care about other people!"

Everyone nodded tacitly, and then, they let out a more powerful roar than the thousands of soldiers, and rushed towards the dark crowd!

Amy couldn't remember how many enemies she had crossed. Fenriel kept tearing open the enemy's defense line with speed and claws until her white hair was dyed bright red. But the difference in number was too great, and Bjorn could not sit still. Soon, she heard Bjorn's shout coming from behind her, and saw the enemy blocking ahead scattering to both sides. She didn't have time to look back and see what was going on, a hot and huge magic power arrived behind her.

Amy knew that she could not resist the attack and closed her eyes in an instant.

But the power to hit Amy was much smaller than expected. Amy only felt a little hot behind her and there was no follow-up. However, the roads on both sides of her were severely damaged and a haze flew. The enemy blocking ahead dispersed due to the attack of Bjorn, resulting in the empty and empty front. As soon as Fenriel accelerated, he successfully drove Amy out!

Amy had time to turn around. She saw Bjorn watching her from behind. Although she had no time to make a second attack, she did not move for a long time. Because his attack dispersed formation gathered again, the knights who were traveling with her were submerged in the sea of ​​people, and no one successfully rushed out of the siege like Amy.

"Bjorn…? Why?"

Amy realized that Bjorn was deliberately letting her go, but she could not think of a reason. She and Bjorn had almost no intersection and could not be in a relationship. Bjorn came back this time and obviously had some intentions for the throne of the Hero King. In this way, she was an opponent in front of Bjorn. Why did he do this?

Although she had many questions in her heart, she knew she could not stay here. She lowered her body, faced the wind, and rushed towards the distance with Fenrier's intermittent howling.

Bjorn's men began to clean the battlefield.

"Boss, those knights have been caught. Everyone is an important figure in the British Army. We caught a big fish this time!"

Reporting to Bjorn was a lord of Scotland. He kept rubbing his hands and looked happy.

But Bjorn didn't seem very happy: "Big fish are big fish, but they didn't get the fish king, which wasted my careful design of fish net."

He pushed everyone away and walked towards the pile of rocks alone. When he saw Chimal Popoka's body, his already displeased face turned even more ashen: "There is no way, let's withdraw back to Scotland."

"Retreat?" The lord was quite surprised, "Now? We have just won a battle?"

"Did you notice the danger at all?" Bjorn glared at him, "Our food can only last for less than half a month. Do you want to continue besieging Winchester?"

"Food? Our transport team shouldn't have arrived almost..."

"Don't put too much hope on this point. Remember, we only have fifteen days left in our food!"

"You mean... our supply line has been broken?" The lord's mouth gradually widened, "When did this happen? I only remember that before coming to Winchester, a team of weapons transported was attacked once, but there were not many enemies that time..."

"Don't tell the soldiers about this - we won the victory and returned triumphantly, that's all. I just hope that this victory will prevent the English from chasing them."

"No, no good--!"

A shrill voice sounded from a distance.
Chapter completed!