"Izkoyatel? The Aztlan magician we are capturing?" Dan shouted in disbelief, "Why did he come here on his own initiative? Why do you look like you knew it long ago, King of Sweden??"

"If you don't come here, where can he go?" Ella replied lightly, "The villagers of the nearby villages are coming to Winchester under the protection of our army, and those who stay outside are all Black Death patients. In contrast, Winchester City not only takes in a large number of villagers, but also Black Death patients are driven out, and even the troops are empty because the army goes out to protect the villagers - if I were Izkoatel, I would definitely attack here."

"So you said it's best to complete it in three days..."

"It will be completed in about three days for the residents of nearby villages to gather here. Izkoyatel cannot wait for the army to return to the city before attacking Winchester. He wants to take advantage of the situation, so he can only take this three days."

Looking at Ella who had already expected everything, Dan took a breath. It turned out that Ella's real purpose of gathering villagers to Winchester City was not to protect them. Winchester City was just a trap, and everyone who stayed in Winchester City, including himself, and even Ella himself, had been used as bait to lure Izkoyatel's attack.

"How dare you do this?" Dan yelled, "Izkoyatel was attracted, but without the army, how should you subdue it? Just rely on the snake transformed from this crowbar to pretend to be a ghost?"

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get a tiger's son?"

"How can you get a tiger's son if you don't enter the tiger's den? What do you think of our lives?" Dan continued to shout, "And so what if I can scare Izkoyatel? Without seizing his strength, he will continue to cause trouble after he escapes!"

Ella glanced at Dan, and her eyes gradually became sharp. But before she could speak, Dust ran over from a distance: "King of Sweden! The dungeon is really the direction of the dungeon! Izkoyater has fallen into our trap."

"Train?" Dan was surprised again, "You not only guessed that he would come, but even where he went first?"

"That's certainly, only madmen can act illogically. The most valuable goal of the whole city of Winchester is me first, but Izkoyatel doesn't know where I will be; besides me, the most valuable goal is Tessomok - he is the elf level, and taking out his heart can help Izkoyatel improve a lot of magic. And the only possible location of Tessomok is the dungeon."

Ignoring Dan's surprise, Ella shook her sleeves and turned her back toward the altar.

"Put Baslice and come with me - this is a military order."

Dan patted the beating heart quickly - the look of Ella looking at him before Dust came, which made him almost breathless. He did not dare to continue to neglect, put away Baslic, left Ravi and chased Ella.

"Looking at your dark circles, you're staying up late to prepare for the trap?" Dan whispered to Dust beside him, "What has the Swedish king prepared in the dungeon?"

"Snake, the highly venomous sea snake Baslick." Dust replied in a voice, "Small, there are probably more than a few thousand."

"Thousands of Basliks?" Dan suddenly broke his voice, "How did he catch this?"

No wonder Dan was surprised. The Baslik, who lives in the North Sea, is extremely poisonous and ordinary people are afraid to avoid it, let alone capture it. Moreover, the Baslik in nature is different from the Baslik after alchemy transformation. It is extremely unstable in nature. Once it leaves the sea water or is exposed to the sun for a long time, it will soon turn into bones. He can't understand how Ella transported thousands of Basliks to Winchester in one night.

Ella heard Dan's cry and replied faintly in front of him:

"As long as a little blood is thrown, Baslik will soon come in groups. With Aphrodite's protection, Baslik can be easily captured. We did this kind of thing several times when we were in Antilia."

"We transferred Tesosomok, stored water in the dungeon, poured Baslik into it and raised it." Dust added in Dan's ear, "Once Izkoyatel appears from under the dungeon, the water will flow back into his tunnel. Of course, there are also the poisonous snakes inside. Izkoyatel is probably fighting thousands of Basliks now."

"Okay, don't say more." Ella interrupted in front, "The current winning rate is only 60%. Go to the altar and prepare everything you should prepare!"

Dan followed Ella to the altar blankly. Dust stayed below and directed several soldiers to pile wet leaves around the altar. A little fire came, and thick smoke rose around the altar.

Ella spread her hair out.

"Next I will be the messenger of the Feathered Snake God. When you look at me, you throw the crowbar out at the right time and summon the snake out. As long as Izkoatel believes that I represent the Feathered Snake God, it is victory, do you understand?"

"Pretending to be a feathered snake god... The Swedish king, even at the level of the elves, tries not to let them get close when facing Basliks. You just pour thousands of Basliks down from Izkoyatel's head. Even if you don't do anything, Izkoyatel will die, right?"

Before Ella could reply, the ground trembled again. From the altar, Dan saw that the entire ground of the dungeon had collapsed. Soon after, the pile of ruins exploded around. Izkoyater crawled out from under the dungeon, gasping for breath.

His left hand sleeves were empty, and the arms inside had turned into bones. Izkoyatel had never seen Baslik before, and did not know the danger of his venom, causing the skin and muscles of the entire left hand to be corroded by Baslik's venom. But this was far from over. After the venom corroded the muscles, it began to corrode the hand bones relentlessly, and gradually approached Izkoyatel's chest cavity.

In a scream, Izkoyatel pulled down his entire left hand and threw it on the ground.

If it were someone else, I'd probably had already fainted from such severe pain, but Izkoyatel held on. He shook a few times, saw the altar surrounded by thick smoke, saw Ella standing on it, and also saw the blood on the altar. In his anger, he let out a roar at Ella.

"70%." Ella suddenly said, "the winning rate is now 70%.

"Because the other party was injured?"

"No - it's because he's scared. Did you see it? He kept yelling at this side, but he was reluctant to rush towards this side."

"Why? He obviously crawled out of the trap!"

"Because I'm not using other traps, it's a 'snake'. Baslik cannot kill an elf-level magician. What can kill him is the psychological hints he imposed on himself."

Ella raised her chin slightly and looked down at Izkoyater below.
Chapter completed!