The leader of Munamonek rushed into the water curtain with a group of bearskin warriors and rushed into the tent. He thought he would be somewhat blocked, but except for the soldiers of Tessomok, the soldiers of other city-states were forced to the front line by Nesavalkoyotel. They had no intention of fighting, and now they received the orders of the opponent to not move their weapons, so how could they be troublesome? Seeing Munamonek breaking in with great swagger, they were indifferent.

"Where are your priests?" the leader shouted at a group of soldiers hiding in the tents and gambling, "Take me to see her quickly!"

A handsome guy with beautiful blonde hair looked at them with his back and raised one hand, keeping his eyes on the bet on the table: "Wait a minute, wait until I finish this bet, and then take you to find my apprentice!"

A bearskin warrior snorted, grabbed the blonde's hand, dragged him out and pressed him to the ground, shouting loudly at his face, "Take us over!"

"What's the hurry! Oh... I know, I know, hey! Remember! I'll buy the small ones for this! I'll put all the money on, buy the small ones!"

Under the leadership of the blonde man, the leader of Munamenek traveled through many camps. He was worried about being ambushed and asked the warriors to lock the man's hand tightly. Along the way, the man wailed from time to time.

"It hurts! I said you are so ignorant. You are so provocative early in the morning. My disciple was concerned about Aztlan's friendship with you, so he did not fight with you. Why is it so severe? It hurts! I warn you that Aztlan's messenger is my disciple! If you twist me like this, you will be retribution!"

The leader gave a look to a warrior: "Closed his mouth."

The warrior nodded, picked out a piece of mud from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I've warned? I've warned?"

The blonde man suddenly shook his hand, and the warrior who grabbed his wrist immediately felt a heart-wrenching pain coming from his palm. He ignited his hand, but saw that his palm was like he was stabbed by a hedgehog, dripping blood. The young man also took the opportunity to roll out and ran away.

"Advisor! Aid! Come out quickly! That big leader is here to see you!"

As soon as the words were finished, the lords emerged from the nearby tent and surrounded the leader Munamenek in the center, and Ella and Tessomok also appeared in front of the leader from two directions.

The leader was stunned and immediately realized that he was on the trap. The blonde young man deliberately reached out and asked them to catch him.

"Chief, why are you here?" Ella said with a smile. "Nezaval Koyotel is not here. Please help us open this protective barrier. I am also going to thank you for some gifts."

The leader put his hands on his back and stopped the warriors who were ready to move. He was a rough man, and he didn't beat around the bush and shouted directly at Ella. "Prince of Aztland! We want to compete with you again!"

"Compet... So that's the case." Ella was not surprised. Since these tribes were unwilling to accept it, it was naturally impossible to stop in vain. "What are you going to compete?"

"Tomorrow night is the moment when the God of Spring Water is the strongest." The leader said, "If you can accept the test of the God of Spring Water, then we will not blame everything you do!"

"Test?" Ella asked, "What test?"

"It's very simple," said the leader, "just drink the spring water filled with the magic power of the spring god."

Ella was a little surprised: "Just drink some water?"

"Wait!" Tessomok climbed up from the stretcher with difficulty, his face a little bad. "Monamenek, what you mean by spring is not one of the three-eyed springs, right?"

"Of course." The leader said seriously, "The God's Envoy tested our magic level yesterday. Then it is reasonable for us to give the question today to test the God's Envoy's magic level, right?"

Ella heard a strange look in the tone of the two of them, and couldn't help but ask Tessolomok: "What is that three-eyed spring?"

"God makes you unaware that there are many tribes in the north of Aztland, and each tribe believes in different gods, but no matter which tribe, there are gods of springs and rivers in the gods they believe in. In the legends of some tribes, the God of Water is even in charge of life."

Ella nodded. It is not strange that worship of rivers is not a strange thing. Some early philosophers of the Qiqiu Empire believed that water was the source of all things.

"As far as I know, there are three abnormal water sources on this grassland. They are considered to be the entrance to the world of the living and the dead, guarded by the God of Life, that is, the God of Water. These three springs are the common holy lands of the tribes of the grassland. Unlike the water sources that nurture life, they are too close to the gods, and they contain divine power that mortals cannot bear. They are full of death, and unless they are favored by God, they will all die."

"All those who touch each other die?"

"That's right." The leader took over Tessomok's words, "The one that contains the least magic power of the water god is a spring on the eastern grassland, called the mute spring. Those who drink this water will be deprived of their speech ability and then die of unbearable abdominal pain; the one that contains the most magic power is a spring in the north inland, called the soft spring. No one can even fly over that spring. Those who want to fly over will definitely fall to the air and die halfway; and the third spring is on the mountain of our tribe, called the black spring. Drinking the black spring water, the internal organs will all ulcerate. If you swim inside, your skin will also ulcerate, and the death is terrible."

The leader deliberately said this vividly, and the lords beside him shivered. Amy grabbed Ella's sleeve with some fear.

"Deprived of language ability, and then the abdominal pain was unbearable... The bird fell halfway through... The skin and internal organs were ulcerated..."

Ella repeated these words, thinking.

"Monamenek, what do you mean?" Tessomok cursed with his eyes, "Does he want to use such despicable means if he can't compete with us?"

"I am abusive? We ordinary people can't even feel the divine power. But since we are the real messengers of God, we can always survive, right?" The leader glared at Tessosomok, "This is a personal grudge between us and the messenger of God. If the messenger survives, our skills are not as good as others, and we are willing to accept the loss. If she can't stand it, she pretends to be a messenger of God, and she will die. If Aztland wants to intervene in this matter, don't blame us for being rude!"

"Sir, ignore them!" Tessosomok shouted to Ella, "Aztlan will not let you be bullied so, I will let my subordinates break out!"

"Skin ulcer... internal organs ulcer..."

Ella repeated these two sentences many times, and then nodded to everyone's surprise:
Chapter completed!