In the past few days, the terrain has been surveyed, the positions have been built, and ammunition has been sufficient, but the food has been reduced continuously. Not only Amy, but anyone in the rebels, were anxiously waiting for the attack of Nesavalkoyotel.

And now, Nesawar Koyotel finally came.

It was already late at night, and Amy was about to climb down from the top of the mountain. She wanted to summon leaders from various states to carry out the last military controversy before the war.

However, Bjorn stood still and did not keep up with Amy's pace.

"Amy, answer me honestly, why do you pretend to convert to the Abraham Orthodox Church and Nesawar Koyotel suddenly attack?"

He asked behind Amy.

"Nesaval Koyotel was possessed by the evil spirit. Since he launched an attack, that is to say, the evil spirit knows the Orthodox Church of Abraham. And you also know who the true body of the evil spirit is, is it!!"

Amy stopped, turned her head back, and asked, "Bjorn, who is the real body of that evil spirit? Is it important? Not to mention whether he is Ivar, even if he is your father Ragna, you have assassinated once, right?"

"You're right...but..."

"Are you going to work for an immortal evil spirit, or be a hero of Aztland and a lord who dominates the country?"

"I see."

Bjorn nodded, then grabbed his spear and followed Amy down the mountain.

The leaders of the states were woken up from their sleep. They hurried from the hills with torches to the pre-determined meeting venue.

"Nezaval Koyotel has already made moves." Amy shared the information he had just obtained. "According to the previous plan, exhaust Nezaval Koyotel's magic and then take it down. What's the winning rate do you think is?"

"10%." General Som Panjin said first before everyone expressed his opinions.

This sentence made the other leaders unable to sit still, and someone scolded on the spot: "Elder General, in the war, how can you gain ambition and destroy your own prestige?"

"The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, and it tests the command and adaptability of both sides. If both sides have equal strength, it will naturally be a 50% winning rate. Nesavalcoyotel takes the initiative to attack, and we occupy the territory, and the winning rate will be increased by 10%. However, Nesavalcoyotel's troops have a team equipped with iron armor, and we still have no good way to deal with it. In this way, the winning rate will be reduced by 10%, which will be only 50%. We need to do our best to exhaust Nesavalcoyotel's magic, while Nesavalcoyotel can kill us relatively easily. I think this winning rate must be reduced by at least 30%. In this way, there is only 20% winning rate left."

"Where is the remaining 10% winning rate?"

Sompanjin sighed: "It depends on the weather. The wind direction in the mountains and forests is too impermanent, and we still cannot grasp the rules of the wind direction. If we are at the right wind when we are at the right wind, it is considered our luck. If we are at the right wind when we are at the right wind, we will fall into a desperate situation. Based on these two situations, I think our winning rate is only 10%.

"But, our winning rate has always been zero before, right?" Awutmok was more optimistic. "Now, there is 10% and there is a chance to win, right?"

"Yes. There is a chance. If this is the final plan, I can only fight to the death to complete it." Sompanjin looked at Amy, "But, is there really no way to make the winning rate higher, Lord God?"

Amy knew that Sompankin's analysis was correct. Although she successfully led Ivar Yotel here, the probability of the rebels winning was still slim. Otherwise, Ivar would not have taken the initiative to attack because of the small matter of "converting the rebels".

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew from top to bottom. Everyone looked up and saw Draguer appearing in the sky with his wings waving his wings. In her hand, the statue of the Freemaid removed from the flying zodiac. The face of the Freemaid was also covered by a wooden box made by Amy himself, which seemed a bit mysterious and terrifying.

"The old turtle didn't want me to stop on her back, and it took a little time." Draguè shouted below, "But I'll get what you want, what will we do next?"

“…It came so timely, Draguè.”

Amy breathed a sigh of relief.

"In this way, the winning rate should be more than 30%.

Ivar led his army to the mountains where the rebels hid. Looking around, the mountains were one by one, and the woodlands were one after another. The wind was blowing, making Ivar's head feel chill. And the trees on the mountain were also looming to one side under the shaking of the wind.

Ivar came to the front of the formation and spread his arms greedily so that his body could accept the wind more.

"On the plot, Amy. I know you must have an ambush here, but you have to attack here to get rid of you. No wonder Nesavalkoyotel will be defeated by your hands, and I must praise you for this."

"But, your luck seems a little bad-"

Ivar raised his hand and a fireball appeared above his head. With a light wave, the fireball flew into the woods ahead. A ball of fire immediately rose from the woods and spread quickly towards the depths of the mountains under the encouragement of the wind.

"It's a general," he said, "The best way to deal with enemies hiding in the mountains is to set fire to the mountains. Only natural-level magic is enough to wipe out your entire army."

“Strun Bah Qo (Call of the Storm)!”

A shocking dragon roar suddenly sounded from a mountain in the distance. But I saw dark clouds rushing from all directions, quickly covering dozens of mountains. After a burst of lightning and thunder, heavy rain poured down from the sky.

Seeing the sudden heavy rain, Ivar laughed. He turned his body into a fire, and the falling rain column immediately turned into a white mist beside him. He jumped out and laughed and wandered around the forest with heavy rain. The white mist evaporated by the water vapor and the black smoke burning from trees rolled towards the sky. Even though the rain was storm, it still couldn't suppress the fire he lit up!

However, he soon returned to the formation and his body turned back into a human form.

"Don't burn it." He said lightly, "The enemy is ambushing farther away, and it will be useless even if the mountain in front of him is burned out."

As soon as he left, the fire in the woodland was gradually extinguished by the heavy rain.

"Our target is a woman, a woman who uses flame magic like me." He said, "The whole army will search for this. Of course, if you encounter other enemies, there is no need to leave a living mouth. If you see one, kill the other, whether it is the enemy's soldiers, priests, elders, generals, or Tratoani."

"Tratoani...where are we going?"

The soldiers asked. The continuous mountains in front of them were really discouraged.

"Didn't a roar come just now? Just in that direction - no, no."

Ivar shook his head and laughed out loud.

"I want to lie to me again, Amy. The fire that is so far apart, do you need to use the roar of the exposed position to extinguish it?"

As he said that, he found soldiers who had been investigating locally.

"In what direction is the wind here blowing a few days before I come?"

"Tratoani, the wind direction here is changing. But most of the time, it blows from this direction."

The soldier pointed in one direction, which was a completely different direction from the dragon's roar.
Chapter completed!