When Bjorn's camp was burned by Amy's fire, the baggage troops behind him also ignited by Ella's attack.

Bjorn used the camp to lure Alfred, so he naturally had to transport the supplies from the camp. When he turned around and attacked the enemy troops entering the trap, these supplies that were left behind were not protected by the camp became his biggest weakness.

Tessomuk crawled on the ground with his hands and feet. The wound on his feet was far from healed, and his palm was penetrated by Alfred with a torture instrument, making it difficult to crawl, so he lay in the car and landed behind him. As soon as Ella's army arrived, the troops left by Bjorn fled everywhere, and there was no need to push the Aztlan away. Fortunately, Ella was only thinking about burning supplies, so Tessomuk was able to lie on the ground, crawl with his elbow, and escape with difficulty.

The Aztlan Empire has always been invincible on its continent. As the leader of one of the three Aztlan alliances, Tessomok had never encountered such a defeat. He was in a daze, lost all his fighting spirit, and wanted to escape far away. But when he found a powerful magic power approaching and his speed could not escape, he was so scared that he directly shrank to a corner, holding his head and daring to move.

"Give me aside!" he shouted, "I am just an ordinary soldier, forced!"

A voice rang out from above, with some pity: "Tratoani, you are..."

Tessomok raised his head tremblingly and found that the person standing in front was Izkoyater. There was a slightly raised piece of soil on the ground, which was obviously dug out by Izkoyater. He felt relieved, but his voice was still trembling:

"Izkoyatel, are you back, where is Chimal Popoka? Is it still behind?"

Looking at the lost Tesosomok, Izkoyater couldn't help frowning.

"Qimalpopoka was killed."

"I've been killed? Who did it? What's going on? Didn't Bjorn say that the enemy has fallen into the trap?"

"A magician with a magic level of 1st Era appeared, and Chimar Popoka had no power to resist at all."

"The First Age? Who was it?"

"You should have seen Tratoani, a subordinate of the queen, who rides the white wolf."

"That person? She should only be in the second age, and her ability is not suitable for fighting at all. Why is it suddenly... not good, it's so bad, this is the feathered snake god angry!" Tessomok hugged his head and wailed, "Bjorn is right. We shouldn't be confronting that queen head-on. That queen is really the messenger of feathered snake god. Look, even a magician of the first age must obey her orders! Chimar Popoka is dead, we have to leave this new continent and withdraw back to Aztland!"

"Retreat? What should we do with the captive Aztlan warriors?"

"Now I can only leave them behind! Izkoyatel, hurry up, help me up..."

Tesosomok stretched out his hand to Izkoyatel and found that Izkoyatel was watching him coldly, and was stunned for a moment:

"Izkoyatel, why do you keep ordering...Why do you think of me like that?"

"Tratoani should be the most powerful warrior in the city-state." Izkoyatel said, "But Tesosomok, you have become a coward now."

"What do you mean?" Tessomok roared, "The magician of the First Age! Are you not afraid?"

"I was so scared that I was trembling at that time. I could only run back in shame." Izkoyatel forced a breath of laughter, "But! Since I ran back alive, I'm not afraid! Tratoani, look, what is this?"

Izkoyatel reached out from behind and showed a bloody piece of meat in front of Tessomok:

"The heart of Chimal Popoka! I took it back in the chaos! The heart of a second-generation magician who died in battle on the battlefield. As long as we sacrifice it to the Sun God of War, our power can be raised to another level!"

"Why are you still thinking about the Sun God of War! Its own power is about to disappear! Yes... yes! Sacrifice it to the Feather Snake God and give it to the Messenger of the Feather Snake God... Maybe in this way, we can be forgiven!"

"I am a loyal believer of the Sun God of War and will not believe the nonsense of these liars."

"Scammer? Isn't the evidence enough now? That immortal body, the endless physical strength, the power of the smoke mirror, the wise insight of numbers, and her subordinates suddenly reached the first age, must have been blessed by her! What other evidence do you want?"

Izkoyatel was obviously shaken. Since Bjorn said that the Greed Plague was not a common disease in this New World, the words "Smoke Mirror" and "Feedling God" were lingering in his heart. Now there is a magician of the First Age. It is impossible to say that he does not believe that Ella is the messenger of the Feathered God. But his firmness in his faith is far greater than that of Chimal Popoka and Tessomok. Although he was confused, he insisted: "

"I still say the same thing, unless the queen who claims to be a messenger shows her corresponding power, she will always be a liar in my eyes!"

"And even if she is not a god envoy, how are you going to deal with that first-Era magician? Even Chimal Popoka's heart is not enough to elevate us to the level of being able to fight against the first-Era people!"

"One heart cannot, what about the two?"

"Two? Where did the two come from?" Before Tessomok finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that there was a bit of fierce light in Izkoyatel's eyes. He was so scared that he moved a distance on the ground and shouted, "What do you want to do? I am Tratoani!"

"I have just said that Tratoani should be the most powerful warrior in the city-state, not a coward who just wants to beg for mercy."

Izkoyatel approached Tessomok with a grin.

"If two hearts are still not enough, then I can find a way to get more. This is a new continent, and no lord has signed a contract with Aztland. The people living on this continent are completely corn, and I will pick them with me. Although the hearts obtained outside the battlefield are very weak, just pile up the amount. Anyway, we came for hundreds of thousands of hearts, and we don't care about the number of people who die several times, right? First, we reach the first era and then touch the crown... there will always be someone who will get the crown, so why can't it be me?"

Izkoyatel took out the obsidian dagger, which scared Tessomok to move backwards. In magic, Tessomok was better than Izkoyatel. But Tessomok had not healed his serious injury. If he really wanted to fight, he would probably not be Izkoyatel's opponent.

Just as Tessomok was thinking about how to reverse the victory unexpectedly, a rumbling sound of footsteps came from a distance.

"Oh no, the pursuers are here."

Izkoyater did not dare to stay for a long time, and immediately got into the ground. But he saw a pirate army chasing him from afar. Tessomok wiped the cold sweat from his body. He struggled no longer and raised his hands high:
Chapter completed!