Nesavalkoyotel shrugged his nose and sniffed the surroundings, his face suddenly changed: "Tesosomok! What do you mean? Why do you light incense here?"

"Isn't it normal to light incense on the occasion of sacrifice?" Tessomok replied with a smile, "Second, in this case, are you confident that you can win a siege of a thousand people?"

"Tesosomok! You have eliminated the protection of the Sun God of War, and are you deliberately not letting me test the power of the Feathered Snake God?"

"The God Envoy has already said very clearly. The one-on-one duel has no practical significance. The Feathered Snake God is not a God of War. Even if the guardian is defeated by the Sun God of War in a single challenge, it is natural." Tessomok said seriously, "But as you and I know, the power of the Sun God of War is declining. After losing the Sun God of War, what can the feathered Snake God do? This is the most important thing. Only by eliminating the protection of the Sun God of War with incense can we see this clearly, right?"

Nesavalkoyotel looked up at the scorching sun in the sky and remained silent for a long time. He confirmed the protection on his body. Before coming here, he had just killed a slave and ate his heart. He was full of magic. But under the influence of incense, this power was slowly dissipating.

"Well, let me see what the Lord God Messenger did." He tilted his head and glanced at Tessosomok with a full of hatred, "But, I have to add my warrior."

"It doesn't matter." Tessomok replied confidently. Then, he asked the soldiers to help him and slowly turn around, facing the people in the stands, shouting loudly: "Open your eyes! Next, the God Envoy will challenge more than a thousand soldiers without the protection of the Sun God of War!"

The players of the two teams were taken out of the square first. Nesavalcoyotel glanced at Ella, shook his head, and returned to the stands. Tessomok nodded at Ella, and then returned to the pyramid with the support of soldiers. Only Ella, Amy, Fenrir, the chariot, and a group of pirates who were jogging with the chariots.

The soldiers arranged by Osomalite began to enter the venue from other entrances. They exposed their solid and dark muscles, covered with various animal furs, and waved sharp weapons made of stones. They made strange sounds from their throats, like hundreds of beasts walking out of the forest parade.

Amy whispered beside Ella with some concern: "Your Majesty, are you really okay?"

"No problem," said Ella, "just prepare as I arranged."

Amy nodded. She untied the rope tied to the chariot and straddled Fenrier's back again. Then, she glanced at the warriors who were constantly pouring into the venue, and suddenly slapped Fenrier's back. Fenrier raised her head in response and let out a shocking roar!

The wind blew across the square, and the warriors who were making strange screams were frightened by the sudden roar, and they trembled, and they never dared to make any sound again. However, Amy's eyes swept across the warriors with sharp eyes and drank:

"Since you are ready to challenge God's messenger, it is best to have the corresponding enlightenment. At that time, don't blame the God's messenger for showing mercy!"

Seeing the samurai being shaken in place, Amy nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand to the pirates behind: "Let's go!"

The pirates followed Fenriel out of the venue, leaving only Ella and the chariot. The soldiers arranged by Osomalite were still pouring into the square. The square could only squeeze at most 1,000, 300 people, and 1,000 people in one stop, and there was almost no spare space.

As soon as Amy left, Ella hid in the chariot. The soldiers finally recovered from Amy's intimidation and prepared to officially start the competition. But when they waited for the right, Ella did not come out. Facing the iron lump, they felt at a loss.

"Can you start?" Ella poked a head out of the window and shouted, "It's quite hot here!"

The warriors arranged by Nesavalkoyotel stood in front of the crowd, and looked at Ella's actions, they said mercilessly: "Tesosomok should be talking about you fighting with a thousand of us, not this monster."

"What monster, have you never seen a weapon?" Aila Bangbang knocked on the heavy armor covering the surface of the chariot, "What, can't I use this weapon?"

"How could this kind of thing be a weapon?"

"I don't understand! This thing itself is the product of magic!" Ella made a fool of herself, "That magic is called... by the way, it is called 'Character Climbing Art'! Its spell is... 'Let me see, look, the strong wind blows from the north, a large cloud shines with fire, and there is light around it, the fire in it looks like shining metal, and the image of four living creatures is revealed from it...'"

This is the original text of the "Type of Chariots" that the ancient church of Abraham competed for. Although Ella couldn't understand it, she recited the spell used as magic, which successfully scared the warriors. They looked at each other and believed it.

"Since that's the case, let's learn about this 'chariot climbing technique'!"

The samurai who entered the field were divided into two groups. The people of Osomarit had long heard of Ella's performance when suppressing the rebels. They were intimidated by Amy and had no courage to step forward. Nessaval Koyotel's people didn't care about so many. When the leader roared, they immediately rushed forward with sticks and swords.

Ella screamed strangely, hid in the station car, locking the window from the inside.

"King of Sweden..." A timid voice came from the seat behind, "I have a headache. Can I escape from here now?"

"Shh, Master, don't speak out! If you are found to have two people inside, you will be unable to explain it!"

This tank, called the chariot, needs to be operated by two people to move forward. The one behind Ella is Ella's swordsman Dust.

"I don't understand." Dust said, covering his painful head, "King of Sweden, do you look at me as a power player?"

"I didn't know it would be so heavy at the beginning. But it doesn't matter now. No one can move now." Ella said indifferently, "Your Majesty, you can do more technical guidance."

“…Technical guidance?”

"Isn't using a carriage a starting style of Mistertin's swordsmanship?"

"It's because of this... but it's because of the flexible maneuver of the carriage. Now this chariot can't be driven for a long time!" Dust yelled with a suppressed voice, "My swordsmanship is one hundred styles, but I don't have this style to wait for death on the spot!"

"Master, what are you afraid of? The weapons of these Aztlans are just stones."

There was a ping-pong sound outside the chariot. Because it was too noisy, Ella stuffed her ears with her fingers.
Chapter completed!