"Nesaval Koyotel seemed to have not come to us, but went towards Sompankin and Sitralmina."

Bjorn told Amy about the intelligence brought by the scouts just now.

"He has so many minds."

Amy sighed. In fact, there were manpowers on each hill in this continuous mountain, and no matter which direction Nessaval Koyotel went, he would be attacked. But Bjorn, Draguer and other elves-level magicians gathered in the position where Amy was. Nessaval Koyotel went in the opposite direction, which would cause some trouble to finally subdue him.

"Do we want to lean in his direction?" asked Bjorn.

"Not for the time being. We cannot be too proactive. Otherwise, if Nesavalcoyotel sees something, he might retreat directly." Amy replied, "Continue to observe the situation, and next is the time to test the battlefield command."

Bjorn lowered his head and pondered. Nessaval Koyotel's choice of route reminded him a little of the battle between Hestein and Ragna - at that time, his elder brother Ivar did not choose sea routes, but unexpectedly attacked Zeland by land.

As he thought, his eyes gradually widened.

It was raining heavily, and the mud flowed in the mountains. The terrain was slippery and it was extremely difficult to walk. The light-clad Aztland soldiers were fine, but the elite soldiers wearing iron armor fell far behind because of the weight of the armor.

Ivar closed his eyes and listened to the drizzle around him.

"Even if the enemy touches us in such a heavy rain, we will probably not be able to notice their footsteps." He said to himself.

"Yes, Tratoani, my feet have been stuck in the mud several times." A warrior beside him complained, "Can we take off our armor before leaving?"

"Take off the armor?"

Ivar opened his eyes and shook his head with a sneer.

At this moment, a commotion suddenly came from the front. It turned out that a soldier pulled a rope on the ground while walking and was smashed away by the trunk of the flying tree. The soldiers were a little scared and wanted to retreat. Ivar smiled but waved his hand: "Go forward, there are traps here, which means the enemy is nearby!"

At that time, a shout of killing sounded. Sompanjin appeared at a high place with a team of stone throwers. As soon as he showed up, he threw stones into the bottom of the mountain with stone throwers. The Aztlan soldiers walking in front were basically not wearing armor, and were soon hit by the falling stones one after another and bleeding.

"Look," said Ivar. "The armor cannot be taken off."

The light-loaded Aztlan soldiers quickly retreated, but the soldiers wearing iron armor immediately added up. The form immediately reversed, and the stones thrown by the stone thrower were bounced away by the iron armor, making the elite warriors completely ignore the attacks from high places. They stepped on the mud and kept climbing upwards. Sompankin threw several stone spears with the spear thrower one after another, but they could not hinder the Aztlan warriors' offensive at all. In desperation, he had to shout: "Retreat! Retreat!"

The stone-throwing soldiers hurriedly retreated. However, the traps along the way still blocked the soldiers' progress. After a long time, the elite warriors occupied the highland panting.

"Tratoani!" The warriors shouted victoriously on the hill, "We defeated the enemy!"

Ivar shook his head: "What are you happy about? Didn't you notice that there were only twenty or thirty soldiers who had just besieged us?"

He climbed up to the high ground in the mud and looked around, and all he could see was the continuous mountains.

"So that's it." Ival nodded thoughtfully.

"Report to Tratoani, where the enemy was found!" A warrior pointed at the foot of the mountain, "There are probably dozens of people, let's chase after him!"

"No." said Ivar, "Don't you see it yet? The rebels wanted to use this continuous mountainous area to deal with us and gradually exhaust our energy."

"So, should you try to attack before reporting the direction of the granary?" a warrior suggested, "In that case, you can force the enemy back to rescue."

"Gravel?" Ivar sneered, "Now there is only the trap waiting for you?"

"What should I do?"

"You can't let the enemy do what you want, change your strategy, and rest on the spot." Ivar slowly found a stone and sat down. "When the rain stopped, I will set fire to the mountain. If the magician dares to use the rain to block it again, find him, kill it, and continue to set fire to the mountain. Unless--"

"unless?"

"Unless, something more interesting can happen." Ivar smiled, "Since I can force me to send troops, don't let me down next, Amy."

——Ivar's movements came to Amy's hands after many twists and turns.

"Nesaval Koyotel stopped to rest? That is, he sensed our intentions?"

"I think so," Bjorn replied faintly.

Amy was in a hurry and kept spinning around in place: "Trouble! Once he calmed down, he would soon realize that he didn't have to attack us in such a hurry. He had to think of a way to end the battle before the rain stopped!"

"I was thinking about something just now," said Bjorn. "Can I lead my troops to capture his retreat? His food and grass must be behind. Once I move, he will send troops to rescue him. As long as he moves, it will be easy."

"You're going to take a look at the back?"

Amy turned around and glanced at Bjorn, who responded to her eyes.

"Yes." Amy finally nodded, "I'll leave this to you."

Bjorn turned his body and then a few violent auras ejaculated in his eyes.

——"Is there a large number of enemy troops moving towards our rear?"

"Yes!" the soldier who reported the news shouted in a dusty face, "Our troops behind are being attacked! One of them has a magic power above the Second Age!"

"So - will I have to go back to rescue?"

Ivar glanced at his subordinates, then stood up lazily from the stone:

"Okay, I can force me to move again, Amy, you are even more awesome than that old man Ragner."

Ivar selected a group of soldiers without armor to follow him back to rescue, while the elite warriors in armor continued to guard the mountain to avoid being taken back by the enemy. The reason for this decision was that the armoured troops were slow in the rain, and after the attack just now, they had already consumed a lot of energy. However, in this way, the elite troops in this Aztland team would be separated from the large army for a short time.

"You should be careful." Ivar smiled and instructed the elite warriors who stayed, "Don't wait for me to come back, and find that you are all killed."

The warriors laughed loudly, thinking that Ivar was joking - the rebels in front of them could not handle their armor.

"The army in iron armor is alone! This is the only chance!" As soon as Ivar left, Sompankin, who was hiding nearby, jumped out of his hiding place excitedly. "Roar up and lead them down. If you don't deal with this army now, it will be difficult to deal with them when Nesawar Koyotel returns!"

"General, we can't deal with their iron armor!" The soldiers next to them were already scared of being beaten, "Even if they were led down, they would be killed and retreated!"
Chapter completed!