Nesavalkoyotel's warriors besieged Ella's chariot like hungry jackals. They used all the sharp and blunt objects they could find in their hands to attack the heavy armor on the surface of the chariot, but the sound of the strike was not enough to calm the wildness in their hearts. While attacking with weapons, they used fists, legs, and even heads to supplement the frequency of the attack, and their momentum was as if they were to cut the chariot into pieces.

Dust was panicked when he heard it inside.

"I said Swedish King, can your chariot really stand it? Did you reserve a secret door for escape in advance during the design?"

"Would you like to have a snake in the secret door? This is not a persimmon fortress."

Ella's mouth was stuffed with quail meat, so she seemed a little confused. This was the reason she used "need to replenish her physical strength" and finally asked Amy about coming. Her identity is a priest. According to Aztlan's custom, she cannot eat meat before the new fire ceremony. If she does not seize the opportunity that the Aztlans cannot see, she may not have to eat it in the future.

"Please take a wet, and one is also there?"

Ella handed a small quail leg to Dust.

"I'm not in the mood to eat this!" Dust said in grief. "Have you seen the prisoner pushed to the gallows still in the mood to eat quail legs?"

"It's okay, Master." Ella swallowed the flesh in her mouth and wiped her mouth casually with her hands. "Although there is no secret door, the defense of this chariot is at the fortress level, and it cannot be broken without natural magic! Since Tessomok lights incense outside, it is foolproof!"

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Dust immediately sat down, took the quail leg from Ella's hand with one hand, and stretched forward with the other hand with a chic, "Is there only meat? Is there any wine?"

Amid the violent collision, the last stone blade was also broken.

The warrior of Nesavalkoyotel turned around and stared at the soldiers of Osomarit, trying to grab some weapons from them to continue the attack, but the soldiers held their empty hands one by one, indicating that there were no weapons.

A small hill made of gravel appeared out of thin air around the chariot - the wreckage of the Aztlan weapons.

The soldiers on the island had already learned about the toughness of iron, but the warriors of Nessaval Koyotel did not. They stared at the eyes of a cow and carefully looked at the Ella chariot from outside, but found that it was almost unscathed and even a scratch was difficult to find.

"I've heard of this." Tinak on the audience stage whispered in Masitra's ear, "This seems to be one of the magic of the Snake God, and it seems to have broken all the gravel swords of Master Quilakiri."

"Even the gravel sword? This magic is so powerful?"

"This is not the most powerful thing, do you know that everyone can use this magic by more than a thousand followers of the God Envoy!" Tinak said mysteriously, "Think about it, more than a thousand gravel swords, that power!"

Amid Masitra's amazement, Nessaval Koyotel turned his head dissatisfiedly:

"Don't spread rumors casually. I can find out clearly about magic. This is just a material."

"Masses?" Masitra blurted out, "That is, we can use it too? Wouldn't that be even more powerful?"

Before he finished speaking, Masitra quickly covered his mouth - Nesawar Koyotel was glaring at him dissatisfiedly.

"Awesome? Stop kidding. If you can use magic, this thing will be vulnerable."

Masitra didn't dare to retaliate and nodded repeatedly, but she still felt that the material was very powerful.

But Nesavalkoyotel waved his hand to his entourage and said:

"Send my Maquowit."

As a powerful magician, Nesavalcoyotel himself did not fight very closely. But as the bravest warrior in the city-state, Tratoani must have a symbolic weapon. Nesavalcoyotel's Maquoweit is made of the best black walnut, with a faint fragrance; the obsidian inlaid on both sides has an extremely rare golden color; the one that polishes the obsidian sharply is the best stonemason in the entire Aztlan Empire; on the torso of Maquoweit, the general patterns that are not on Maquoweit are painted with gorgeous paint.

In short, this weapon is not only excellent in performance, but also priceless.

The warrior who took the weapon raised it with gratitude and saluted to the stands. Then he glared and smashed it hard at Ella's chariot.

With one stick, the golden obsidian blade collapsed halfway; with another stick, the weapon turned into an old man without teeth; when the third stick was smashed, the entire black walnut cracked in half along the decorative patterns and could no longer be used.

In the chariot, Ella and Dust were scattering their ears.

"There is...there is tequila I haven't even drunk." Ella rolled her eyes because she was choking on the meat, "but now she is doing serious business...I can't drink."

"What? My samurai at the table drank this wine until he vomited at the banquet. King of Sweden, you haven't drunk it yet? It's so unreasonable! It's so deceptive!"

Dust slapped the armor of the chariot indignation.

"How can my apprentice be bullied so much? Drink! Master, I allow it!"

"It makes sense! But now it's on the battlefield..."

"What battlefield? Isn't this a fortress? Those people can't attack it! You see, you're almost choking to death, why don't you take it out and take a sip!"

"But...but..."

"What, but when you get out of the chariot, you are the priest. If you want to drink Dragon Snake orchid wine, you will have to wait more than fifty days later!"

"Can……"

"That's the best wine I've ever drunk, as sticky as milk! What are you afraid of? I'll drink with you!"

Ella was greedy and turned out the tequila from the box under the seat.

"Then...just a small taste."

Outside the chariot, the warriors who had used up their weapons stood in a daze in the square, at a loss.

"A bunch of idiots!" Nesavalkoyotel shouted in a panic in the stands, "Have you seen the turtle? You can't break the turtle's shell, but you can't beat the turtle? Turn it over!"

The warriors in the square received the order and began to approach Ella's chariot step by step from all directions.

"Ri... Swedish Wang..." Dust said with his tongue loudly, "The sound outside is funny and a little bit wrong. It's funny... It's going to overturn."

"Go...is there...is there?" Ella's face flushed, and she poured the remaining half pot of tequila in her mouth. "Don't panic... throw a bottle of ocean fire out and burn them to death!"

"Hao...Hao!"

The chariot window pushed open, and the warrior approached was so scared that he shrank back. But he saw a hand swaying from the pushed-out window, throwing a bottle out, and then the window "brushed" and closed it.

"What's thrown out?" asked the warrior next to him.

The closest warrior approached carefully and dipped his hands in some liquid flowing out of the bottle.
Chapter completed!