The thunder rolled, making the roar of the group of Teskoko warriors chasing behind them look more brutal. They were wearing heavy iron armor, but they were more energetic in the killing. Although Autmok's soldiers were lightly equipped, they rushed to the long distance and suffered a great defeat. The morale was already extremely low. The heavy rain continued to extinguish their enthusiasm for fighting in their hearts. After the order to retreat, they immediately threw away their weapons and fled in a hurry, like a mouse accidentally running to the street.

"Don't be afraid, there are reinforcements behind us!" Awutmok barely supported the soldiers' last bit of morale with his roar, "You will reach our destination after running through two more high grounds!"

"Tratoani, will a miracle happen when the last high ground roar?"

"There will be." Awutmok replied. Even though he felt that hope for this matter was slim.

After all, the soldiers he brought were more trained than slaves in other city-states. Awutmok's roar stabilized the morale of the soldiers. Instead of fleeing around, they maintained a certain distance from the Teskoko warriors and led them in the established direction.

A new highland appeared in front of them. This gave Awutmok a glimmer of hope. He turned his head and looked at the pursuers. After the long-distance pursuit, their formation was already scattered and exhausted.

"This will succeed!" Awutmok jumped up and shouted above the high ground, "Teskoko's warriors are chasing behind! They ran so far and were almost out of strength. Come down and help us!"

However, no one responded to Awutmok's shout. At that time, a scream came from the side. It turned out that a soldier had fallen into a pit. He leaned over and saw only a row of sharpened wooden strips lined up under the pit. The soldiers who fell were already poked and died.

"Bastard, who made them set a trap here!"

Awutmok jumped up. At this time, the warrior Teskoko had already chased him from behind. He had no other choice. Even though he knew that the trap was dug here, he could only rush towards the high ground with his teeth.

Screams came one after another, and soldiers kept falling down in strange traps. The facilities that were originally used to hinder the Tescoko army have now taken away the lives of the rebel soldiers. Awutmok himself was also struck by a flying wooden dart, and a long hole was made in his face.

It was not until this time that he saw a few people showing their heads from the high ground. He was so angry that he climbed up the high ground a few steps, kicked a soldier above and cursed loudly: "Who is the commander here? What do you mean by digging a trap here!"

"A surrendered Aztland dog, why are you arrogant here!" A general-looking man rushed out from the side, and was also aggressive, "You have stepped on all the traps, what can we use to deal with the Tescoko warriors behind?"

"Did you dig the trap here? Ah?" Awutmok grabbed the general's collar in anger, "What's the use except to cut off the retreat of friendly troops? Ah? What's the use of telling me!!!"

"That's because you are blind and you can't recognize it!" The general grabbed Awutmok without fear, "Digging a trap is the order of the God Envoy, and the retreat route is also set. General Sompanjin in front recognized all the traps on this retreat route before the war started! You are not guarding your mountain, why are you running here? Isn't this pure and messing around?"

From below, the hilarious rumblings of the Tescoko warriors: "They fought themselves! Come and show these idiots what warriors are and what combat is!"

The traps along the way have basically been cleared by Autmok's troops, and the stones and wooden darts have no use to the enemy in iron armor. The warriors of Teskoko climbed the mountain without much effort. The tragic scene was once again staged in front of Autmok's eyes. Even though the warriors of Teskoko were at the end of their strength after a long-distance pursuit, no one could stop them.

Awutmok smiled sadly. Not only were they inferior to the opposite team in terms of equipment, training, and number of troops, and even couldn't cooperate well with each other. Three troops had been defeated and two high grounds were seized, while the losses of their enemies were almost negligible!

"Retreat quickly! Retreat to the hill behind!" The general's order rang out in his ears, "Go there to gather and then counterattack!"

"Okay... keep withdrawing."

Awutmok responded weakly. No matter what, they at least successfully consumed the enemy's physical strength. As long as the enemy's physical strength is exhausted, there is hope.

Amid the continuous whine, he ran down the mountain in a daze. When he looked up, he found that the group of Tesco soldiers had stopped at the mountain. They were digging the hearts of the fallen soldiers and stuffing the bloody pieces of meat into his mouth, like a black beast.

——This is replenishing magic. Aztec's magic focuses on strengthening the body. With the support of magic, they can quickly stand up and continue fighting with energy!

At that moment, Awutmok was desperate.

He stopped and asked the general beside him: "Even if we fight back, can we win?"

"Believe in the Lord God!" the general replied firmly, "If you run to Sitramina's position, miracles will happen!"

"Miracle, another miracle... Are these rebels' brains broken?"

Awutmok raised his head speechlessly. A lightning flashed down from the last high ground, and a erect black shadow appeared above.

The last position was surrounded by fences, with only one exit available for entry and exit.

Thunder followed by waves, and the heavy rain called out by Draguè continued. The rain hit her body, depriving the soldiers of the body of heat bit by bit, causing the soldiers to seek shelter to hide from the rain. But Sitramina stood in an open space, and she felt a stream of heat coming out of her body, and the rain alone could no longer be extinguished.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Did the Aztlans rushed over?" she asked looking at the sky.

"It's already here!"

"Did Nesawar Koyotel come with me?" she continued.

"Not seen! There is only a group of soldiers wearing iron armor!"

"Okay!" she shouted happily, "Now is the death of these Aztlanders!"

"Do you want to use a magic circle?"

"That was used in the last fight against Nesawar Koyotel. Our spirit cannot be depleted here."

Awutmok and other defeated troops entered from the entrance, and they saw the stone statue that Amy had brought back from Draguai stood in front of them.

Soon, the warriors of Tescoco, who had recovered their magic, also rushed towards this last position.

"Do you believe in a fire that can burn in heavy rain?" Sitralmina asked Awutmok.

"Are you kidding?"

"I think it's a joke, too. But this is what the God-entourage told me, so let's witness it together. If it really appears, it's a miracle-"

There was a pedal under the stone statue that I didn't know what it was for. Sitramina recited a prayer spell in her mouth and began to stomp it down one by one.

——"What the hell is there in that statue? Why did you ask me to move it back from afar?"

On the other side of the battlefield, Draguè asked Amy so.

"Ocean Fire. After these successive battles, the last bit of ocean fire we have left, and it is Paracelsus type - that is, it burns when it encounters air and explodes when it encounters water."

The explosion sounded. The wooden box covering the stone statue's head was blown away. The face below it opened its mouth wide and began to spit flames at the rushing warrior Aztland in the heavy rain.
Chapter completed!