“Nesa Val Koyotel?”

Hearing this name, Wuwuyi barked with his mouth and barked lowly like a beast forced into the corner. She knew that this was Aztlan's leader after the Sun King, and one of the strongest magicians in Aztlan. It was already a disaster when it fell into his hands. She wanted to rush up and fight Nesawar Koyotel, but her body was held down by the soldiers and could not move.

"The screams are cute."

Nesavalkoyotel looked at Wuwuyi's reaction with a smile.

"But, did you forget to answer my question?"

Wuwuyi suddenly screamed—a soldier knocked her hard with a wooden stick in the middle of Maquowit.

"As soon as possible answer the question of Tratoani!" The soldier showed Wuwuyi the sharp obsidian blades on both sides of Maquowit, "The next time, it will be more than just a stick!"

Nesavalcoyotel shook his head: "Don't be so rude, maybe she just doesn't know where to start. Then let me ask the question - the first question, where are you from?"

Wuwuyi pursed his lips and refused to answer. Seeing this, the soldier made a move to fight, but Nesavalkoyotel stopped him with his eyes.

"It doesn't matter if you don't answer this question," said Nesavalcoyotel. "I can try to guess."

But he stood up slowly, walked around Wuwuyi, and finally pulled out the crowbar that was poking his head out of her package. He tried to bend the crowbar and found that it was impossible. He used it to collide with the Maquowit in the soldier's hand, and the obsidian blade on Maquowit suddenly appeared.

Nezaval Koyotel laughed as if he had seen through everything.

"The very strange material, which I never owned in Aztland. But it was very familiar. Not long ago, there was a charlatan who performed this thing for me. Then, with the horse, the answer to the first question was almost certain - only the messenger and the invaders of the north had these things. I remember the followers around the messenger, and you were not among them. So, you were sent by the group of invaders of the north."

After handing the crowbar to the entourage beside him and taking it down, Nesavalkoyotel squatted in front of Wuwuyi again.

"Then the second question - what is the connection between the messenger of God and the invaders in the north?"

Wuwuyi shook her head subconsciously. She didn't know this question either. Dust just mentioned some connection between the messenger and Hestein, and did not mention the specific relationship.

Seeing this, the soldier was about to fight again, but Nesavalcoyotel reached out to stop Maquoweit.

"I have always been magnanimous. Since you don't want to answer, I will try my best to guess." Nesavalkoyotel looked at Wuwuyi with a smile, "First of all, the God's envoy will come here, and it is completely held hostage by me, so the possibility of invaders and God's envoys should be pre-vented; secondly, I have been staying here and have not seen God's envoys sending messengers out of the way. Your magic belongs to the tribe near the Mute Spring, which is very far away from here. Even if the God's envoys sending messengers, it is impossible to run back and forth from Mute Spring to this short time, so you came here by chance. Before you arrived, you didn't know that God's envoys were here; thirdly, the invaders in the north have not yet known where God's envoys are - because you have been caught by me."

Wuwuyi listened blankly as Nesavalkoyotel analyzed all this. She clearly didn't reveal anything, but Nesavalkoyotel had already sorted out the situation clearly.

"Search carefully." Nesavalkoyotel smiled crookedly, "Maybe there will be some letters on her."

Amid Wuwuyi's screams, the Aztran soldiers searched Wuwuyi's whole body roughly. But they found no letters - because Hestein was illiterate.

Nesavalkoyotel shook his head with some displeasure: "Forget it, even if the envoy brought back by Tesosomok has any connection with the invaders in the north, it will not be effective if it cannot communicate."

As he said that, he glanced at Wuwuyi with a sharp look:

"The third question - since it was not for God's messenger, what did they send you here for?"

Seeing that Wuwuyi was still silent, Nesavalkoyotl showed a hint of impatientness on his face. He snatched Maquowit from the Aztlan soldiers and held back Wuwuyi's carotid artery: "This is the third time you have ignored my question. There are not people who ignore my questions, but there are never any living people in it."

Just as the stalemate was stalemate, a voice suddenly came from a distance: "Tratoani! We have caught the man on the horse's back!"

Wuwuyi turned his head when he heard the sound and saw several Aztlan soldiers dragging Gan towards him with ropes. The horse carrying Gan had been hit by the Aztlans with spears and fell into a pool of blood.

The Aztran soldiers walked to Nesawarkoyotel and presented Gan's two daggers to Nesawarkoyotel. Seeing the shiny metal material, Nesawarkoyotel looked happy and threw Maquowit, who was against Uwuyi's neck, and took the dagger over.

"A good treasure." He asked while playing with the iron dagger, "Are there anything else to discover?

The soldiers nodded and handed several rolls of parchment to Nesavalcoyotel's hand. As the parchment unfolded, a hydrological map being drawn suddenly appeared in front of Nesavalcoyotel's eyes. The dense mainstream and tributaries, the width and depth of different river channels, the mountains and depressions near the river, and the tribal settlements near the water source, all kinds of information were clearly visible on these maps.

"While marveling at the exquisiteness of the map, Nesavalkoyotel couldn't help but wonder: "Strange thing, why are these people so interested in water flow?"

Gan was in a state of fainting and could not interrogate, so Nesavalkoyotel had to turn his gaze back to Wuwuyi again: "What is your purpose in drawing this map?"

"Of course it's to defeat you." Wuwuyi laughed hard, "You Aztlan, you are already in trouble!"

"Is this really OK?" Nesavalkoyotel raised Wuwuyi's chin with his index finger. "You should know how we Aztlans treat slaves? Do you want to be skinned alive, or do you want to be taken out of your heart?"

Looking at the fearful expression on Wuwuyi Shengzhi's face, Nesavalkoyoter smiled smugly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to answer this question. I'll give you another chance - the last question, where are these invaders now?"

Seeing that Wuwuyi still didn't speak, Nesavalkoyotel shook his head regretfully.

"Then I have to guess again, it's here-- right?"
Chapter completed!