Ella spoke very seriously, but several Aztlans covered their mouths and laughed secretly - this is not a normal phenomenon. Ella, who is considered to be the messenger of the feathered snake god, has a very high status in the group of Aztlans. Even Tessolomuk didn't dare to look her in the eyes when he talked to her. Ella didn't know where she said the wrong thing.

"What are you laughing at?" Tessomok glanced at the Aztlans angrily, "Master Quilakiri is just a mortal, and this is the messenger of the Feathered Snake God, so he will naturally not take him seriously."

Tessomok glared, and the laughing Aztlan immediately covered her mouth in fear. However, below, you could still see the Aztlans whispering.

Tessomok held up from the stretcher and bowed to Ella with great remorse and apologized: "The messenger of God, I am the one who disciplines my subordinates. There are many jokes that have been taught by despising Master Quilakiri, but these stories naturally do not apply to you."

After a pause, Tessomok said again:

"But Lord God Messenger, we don't need to worry about anything now. At least for us mortals, Master Quilakiri is a very great magician. Since he said he wanted to send us back with this giant tortoise, we will definitely be able to return to Aztland safely."

"That's it!" Many Aztlans responded with a smile, and laughed at Ella's pirates, "We have said it several times without any problem, but these bearded guys don't believe us, crying and wanting to ask God to help you!"

"About this," the savage said with some embarrassment, "due to my negligence, the magic of Master Quilakiri's control of this turtle has expired."

Suddenly, the silence came to cover the sky above the camp. The Aztlans, who had just laughed at the reaction of the pirates as if nothing had happened, looked blue one after another. Tessosomok was even more shocked and his chin was about to fall off and his speech became stuttering:

"You said it has expired...yes, what does it mean?"

"It's just that I've lost control." The savage replied, "Next, the turtle will go south and stay away from Aztland."

"This... Damn, there is a barbarian empire in the south of Aztland!"

Ella casts a questioning look at Tessosomuk: "The empire of the barbarians?"

"An empire consisting of a group of rat-like guys who dig holes in the mountains. Each of their soldiers will use a staff that can release lightning! In short, Aztlan doesn't want to clash with them, and I don't want to see them!"

"I won't go there," said the savage, "it will take us to the more remote south."

"God, will you go further south?"

Tessomok fell off the stretcher, crawled forward a few steps, and hugged Ella's feet:

"Sir God, think of a way to take us back to Aztland!"

When the Aztlans panicked, the camp became even more chaotic than before Ella arrived. Amy frowned and tiptoed to search the crowd for the figures of several people: "Where are Yarmar, Ulf, and Estrard?"

Amy wanted to gather these staff members to give Ella some advice, but only Yarmal and Ulf came.

"Estrard is making a ladder, and it should be almost finished now." Yarmar said gasping, "The access between the flying Zelans is blocked by a cliff. We know that you will definitely need a ladder, the King of Sweden."

The capable staff team made Ella feel more comfortable. She followed Almar to the cliff. The so-called "cliff" used to be the sea where ships were docked, but due to the drop in the water level, the flying Zelamites and Lübeck's merchant ships are now resting on the mud under the cliff, which was originally the seabed, and they are far from Ella. Without ropes and ladders, they are indeed unable to get close.

However, not long after Ella came to the edge of the cliff, Estrard led a team to send over the ladders that had just been made. These ladders were spliced ​​together by the soldiers' spears and fixed with ropes. They were simple and quick to make, and were often used in the army. Using these ladders, Ella and several soldiers successfully climbed off the cliff.

Although most of the sea water was discharged in the form of a waterfall, the mudflats at the bottom of the sea were not flat, and there was still some water remaining in the low-lying areas. Some of them were very deep, and they were completely a small lake. In addition to the water accumulation, there were also many fish, shrimps and shellfish on the mud pool, which were all collected, and it was estimated that the entire army of Ella's army would eat for several days.

The ground was very wet and soft, and if you were not careful, your feet would fall down. After a hard trek, Ella and others finally arrived next to the fleet. After some inspection, the hull was not seriously injured and needed a little repair. The only problem was that the place where the fleet was stranded was a cliff from the sea level. If they didn't find a way to transport the ship down, they would not be able to set sail.

"If we only look at the scene in front of us, it would be like we drove the boat to the top of the mountain, which was a miracle." Ella, who looked down next to the cliff, muttered quietly, "If this island turtle could listen, this place might become a holy place and cheat some money from the nobles."

"Fortunately, Tessomok's legs and feet have not recovered and he can't come down the cliff." Amy complained, "If he wants to hear this sentence appearing from the messenger of the Feathered Snake God, he may have any reaction."

"King of Sweden, our staff members have discussed before you come back. There are only three ways to leave the monster's back." Ulf counted with his fingers, "The first one is my method: find a way to lift the flying Zelan from the cliff. For this reason, I suggest that we design and build a giant crane that surpasses all the past..."

"Well, I was the first to think of using advanced tools, and I am worthy of being a student of the academy." Ella nodded with satisfaction as she listened to Ulf's report.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The strength of the crane is definitely not enough! The material that can be used on this island is wood. Even if a crane is made large enough, the weight of the flying Zelan will break the crane." Estrard snatched the words, "My suggestion is to only carry the boat down. Give up the flying Zelan and abandon the baggage and march lightly, which is also a common tactic."

"Do you marching lightly? It's really a good direction." Ella nodded again, "I'm sure that she was once a general of Ragna, and the perspective of considering the problem is different."

"But the cranes needed to transport Lübeck's merchant ships are also very large? We are not sure at this time, right?" Yarmar asked two replies, "I just told them that instead of building a lot of giant cranes, it is better to just transport the materials and build a few new ships directly below! Or we can also split the original ship according to parts, and then transport it to the bottom and reassemble it. This success rate is always higher than that of the crane!"

"Well, it's not that I'm thinking about how to save the stranded ship, but that I'm looking for a different approach. This idea is very flexible." Ella nodded while leaning on her chin, "Yarmar, I did not choose the wrong person."

"No, Your Majesty, these plans are not very good at once, right?" Amy couldn't help but shout, "What are the criteria you are choosing members of the General Staff?"

So everyone looked at Amy in unison—

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"What should I do? I...this..." Amy stammered and couldn't speak for a while.

"Amy, don't deny other people's proposals too easily." Ella looked at Amy seriously. "Although these proposals have shortcomings, they also have value that can be referenced. Good plans are never done in one step, but shine in the collision of many unworkable plans."

"Well...is it true? But I still think these solutions are useless..."

Amy nodded and shook her head.

Ella turned her head to the last staff officer: "Master, what is your opinion?"
Chapter completed!