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Chapter 12: The Feathered Snake God (3)

Blood flowed like a stream, dyeing the grass and flowers along the coast red, making the ground as red as hell.

Ella brought a handful of undyed dirt from afar and scattered it in her mother's arms, and on the face of the baby who was dismantled with her.

Izkoyatel is gone, and the complex tunnels make tracking extremely difficult.

"Amy," Ella asked suddenly, "if they were still hiding in the tunnel, they might not be discovered by Izkoyatel, and they might not be killed, right?"

"If they continue to hide in the tunnel, even if they don't meet Izkoyatel today, they will be caught by Izkoyatel tomorrow." Amy comforted Ella softly, "Your Majesty, don't blame yourself, your decision is right."

Ella stared at the corpses whose hearts were dug out, and after a long time, she said lightly:

"Add to increase the escort staff and send all the soldiers of Winchester out to escort the villagers. In addition, let several villages gather together and not separate one by one. Amy, your Fenrier quickly, are you responsible for directing this escort operation, okay?"

Amy was stunned: "I'm fine. But your Majesty, don't you direct yourself?"

Before Ella could speak, an English servant rushed over with a hurry: "King of Sweden! The big thing is wrong! The Knight King, the Knight King has passed away!"

"What did you say?" The calm that Ella had been trying to maintain was broken in this moment, "You say it again?"

"Knight King is out of breath! He has not breathed for several minutes!"

"Why is it at this time!"

Although Alfred's death was expected, Winchester is now in a state of restlessness. If the news of Alfred's death is heard again at this time, it will lead to unpredictable serious consequences.

"Amy, I'll leave the escort to you. I'll go back first!"

Ella climbed onto the horse and hurriedly ran forward for a distance. Suddenly, she thought of something and turned her head back to Amy.

"Amy, I almost forgot to say that this place is not far from the sea. Go and prepare something for me. When you prepare it, you will send it to Winchester City immediately."

"What?"

"Things that only you can get."

Ella leaned into Amy's ear and muttered a few words. After arranging this, she turned her head again and rushed towards Winchester anxiously.

Alfred's palace was pitch black, and Ella jumped off the horse, pushed away the guards and servants who were in trouble, and ran towards Alfred's room.

"Where is Alfred? Where is his body now? Where is it?"

Ella yelled while pushing open the door, but saw Alfred lying on a chair, smiling at her dyingly. After a brief moment of daze, she turned around and vented her backlog of anger at the servant who reported the news:

"What's going on with you? Ah? I asked you to say it twice! Two times!"

The servant poked his head timidly, and saw Alfred sitting on the chair, and he was stunned: "I... I confirmed it several times and didn't breathe anymore. Not only me, but many others are..."

"This kind of information can be transmitted incorrectly. What are you doing for? Ah? Let's drag it down and whip it a hundred times!"

Alfred, who was lying on the chair, made an extremely weak voice: "Sepia, it's not their fault. It was indeed a while before, I felt like I fell into the bottomless abyss. Now... I'm afraid it's a brief rebirth."

Ella hurriedly comforted: "Alfred, don't say that. You should go back to bed and lie down until Paracelsus comes..."

"I understand my body best. Even Paracelsus cannot let the deceased Su Sheng."

Alfred smiled miserably. Through half a room, he stretched out his hand as if he wanted to touch Ella's head.

"Calm down, Scipio, calm down. Look, you are so anxious, you are not as fierce as you."

"Alfred, I..."

"I've heard of what happened these days. Armistice, Izkoyatel, and your decision."

Alfred seemed tired, his eyes gradually drooped, and his voice became lighter and lighter.

"I still have a little strength...and can do something for England...so I got up."

"Alfred! You should lie back on the bed now!" Ella scolded, "With your knight here and I'm here, you can rest!"

"Big...that's a big deal!"

Another urgent report came over. The person who sent the message came and crawled to Aila and shouted:

"There was another riot in the city of Winchester. The palace was surrounded by angry people!"

"What did you say?" Ella broke again, "Where is the guard? How could he let things go to this point?"

"Guards... Guards have been sent out by King Sweden to escort those farmers. The staff left in Winchester City is not enough!"

Ella stamped her feet anxiously: "What do they want?"

"They want to drive all the farmers out of the city! Still, they are still shouting..."

"What are you still shouting?"

"I'm still shouting... I'll send you to the gallows who violated the law and usurped the throne."

Alfred laughed helplessly.

"It makes you laugh, King of Sweden. But this is the situation in the city of Winchester. This is the capital of England, and most of the residents are well-known figures. It is impossible to accept the decision to let the farmers come in and drive them out. If the soldiers are there, they dare not move. You transfer the soldiers away... Cough, Cough Cough Cough Cough..."

Alfred suddenly coughed violently and coughed up a lot of bloody phlegm. But he pushed away the rushing servant, wiped his sweat, and said, "Come on the stretcher... I still have a little strength... to carry me to the balcony."

When he found Alfred appeared on the balcony, the crowd pushing the guards suddenly stopped. Alfred didn't say a word, but only looked at everyone with silence on the balcony. His silence seemed to have an invisible force, which gradually calmed the noisy crowd.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! So Ella realized that just as she was the King of Sweden, Alfred was the king of England - the real king.

"I just heard you say, catch the King of Sweden?"

——Alfred's powerless voice could no longer be conveyed directly to everyone, and he could only be repeated loudly by a servant. But even so, every word in these words still had an incomparable deterrent power.

"What are you kidding? Do you care too much about Alfred? I am the king of England, the only king! Even if I am sick in bed, I always make the decision, not the king of Sweden!"

——Take controversial decisions on your own.

"Do you know what the Black Death is? Do you know how much the Almani Federation has died from this disease? If you don't know, just look at me! Look at me on the stretcher! Even I in the palace cannot be spared. Leave the patients in the city, will you be so hard?"

——Let citizens realize the necessity of expelling patients with the Black Death.

"Let the farmers continue to live in the farmhouse? Where should your sick relatives? The farmhouse cannot be freed. Do you want to tell me that just throw the patient into the ditch? Ah? You said, where should they live!"

If these words were made by Ella to the people of England, they would probably have attracted a lot of opposition. But from Alfred's mouth, there was silence below.

"I, Alfred, I also suffer from the Black Death! So next time, I will be sent out of the city! But this does not mean that I will just go outside and wait for death! The cure medicine is already on the way from Sweden to Winchester, hanging the Swedish king? Are you trying to kill me and kill all the sufferings?"

"Wait a minute! Knight King!" Ella said in a hurry, "You don't need to go out of the city together..."

"If I don't say that, they won't accept it. Anyway, I don't have much time left, so it's the same wherever I live."

Alfred looked at Ella and laughed with difficulty.
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