A stream of fire climbed up Amy's face along Ivar's fingers. Amy's body shook violently, but the fire did not burn immediately. Ivar seemed to be deliberately playing with Amy, letting the flame touch Amy and then immediately shrink back.
And Amy glared at Ivar:
"Is it fun? Have you had enough? Or do you actually want to see me being scared to death? How about I cooperate with you?"
She had just seen Ivar's flames, and if Ivar wanted to, she would be burned to ashes in an instant. Ivar was in front of her, with thousands of soldiers behind him. Even if Ella rushes back, without Sealand, her forces will be completely unable to fight against Ivar.
——No one can save her.
"Now, I said -"
She smiled and said in a voice that everyone could hear in front of Ivar:
"If I satisfy your strange hobby, can you leave me a whole body?"
Ivar's body was filled with angry flames.
In the blink of an eye, the fire enveloped Amy.
Amy tried to smile through the pain of fire and burning. The poisonous datura flower means love, death and revenge.
The sound of horse hooves.
The noisy sound of horse hooves came from far and near. Soon, large clouds of dust began to rise on the horizon.
This unexpected situation surprised Ivar: "Who is it? Who else has the army in that direction?"
After a while, a soldier came to Ivar in a panic and reported: "It's the flag of Jutland! The lord of Jutland is rushing towards us with his troops!"
"The Lord of Jutland? That coward? With his little military strength, how dare he!"
Amy's smile suddenly became wild. She struggled to stretch out her hands under the burning fire, as if she wanted to catch the sun in the sky.
"Your Majesty, I succeeded. I have caught up with you."
Hearing Amy's words, Ivar's face twitched and he waved his hand to extinguish the flames on Amy's body. Then, he grabbed Amy, who was covered in burns and was dying, and asked loudly: "Is it you? What did you do? Why are people from Jutland here!"
"I didn't do anything big. I just instigated a woman with great swordsmanship to kill a few people in Jutland at the right time - Ivar, who claimed to be protected by the God of Trickery, can you guess who I killed? "
Ivar's body shook first, and then he shouted loudly: "Did you murder the youngest son of the Lord of Jutland and all his followers?"
Amy smiled extremely wildly.
"Is he the son of the Lord of Jutland? My order was: 'If there are people from Jutland accompanying Ivar's army, kill them when they return.' It seems that I accidentally picked the one above. It’s signed.”
After reaching the strait of Funen, the youngest son of the Lord of Jutland, who had been working hard as a quartermaster, was generously returned to Jutland by Ivar.
At that time, Ivar didn't think there was anything wrong with this, and he had no reason to have another dispute with Jutland. But he never thought that if they failed to return, but were all found dead in the street——
"Ivar, you said I murdered the person? No, you are wrong. You and I are the only ones who know the truth. So, this time, you killed the person."
The dying Amy smiled proudly.
——Your Majesty, when you are in Lorraine, I suggest you kill all those prisoners to buy time. You disagree. And you win.
——But, do you know? That's because you are a genius. For us mortals, many things cannot be done both ways.
—I murdered the innocent son of the Lord of Jutland.
——I used Ivar’s hand to kill the villagers of Zealand.
-I'm dirty.
——My hands are already covered in blood.
——I don’t want to die well.
——Even if I die, my soul will be tortured forever.
——But, Your Majesty, when you see my bones, I hope you will understand that even if you are a genius, there are some things that you cannot have both ways.
——The king is the sun, but under the sun, there must be shadows.
——Cry, cry, Your Majesty, when you see my bones, cry as much as you want. This is the last time.
——After you finish crying, just wipe your tears, right? From now on, nothing can make you cry.
——Then, go and tell the world: Their Augusta has been born!
This is the path she, Amy, has chosen.
"This kind of thing...this kind of thing is irrelevant!"
Ivar yelled. He abandoned Amy and climbed onto Fenrir's back, running up and down the entire army, gathering the soldiers and arranging them into neat formations.
The Jutland side took advantage of Ivar's formation and sent out cavalry to attack!
"There is no time, but for a true warrior, a few words are worth a thousand words!"
Ivar organized his team and shouted to boost morale.
"It is impossible for the Count of Île-de-France to come here so quickly. We are facing only Jutland's troops! Teach them a lesson and let them understand that turtles should always keep their heads down!"
Whether it is the bravery of the soldiers or the number of soldiers, Ivar has an absolute advantage. Ivar plundered the Alemannic Federation more than once and fought with many princes of the Federation. He believed that Jutland's troops would collapse at the first touch like those of the princes.
With their high morale, they successfully withstood the first wave of Jutland cavalry charges. Ivar's troops outside the battle line took the opportunity to continue to organize their formation.
But Jutland's troops were extremely resilient this time. After the first wave of cavalry charge failed, their front row of cavalry quickly dispersed to both sides, while the rear row of cavalry launched a second wave of charge towards Ivar's troops.
Jutland's cavalry troops were divided into three rows. The second row of cavalry immediately dispersed as before after charging, while the third row of cavalry immediately launched a third charge. After the third wave of cavalry charges, the first row of cavalry had already gone back, organized their formation, and charged towards Ivar's troops again.
Taking advantage of Ivar's formation, Jutland's cavalry was like a roller, charging toward Ivar's line repeatedly, interfering with his formation plan.
In the distance, Jutland's infantry was forming a neat line, constantly approaching Ivar.
Ivar grew increasingly angry. Jutland's cavalry and infantry troops total only a small amount. In normal times, even if they had a hundred more courage, they would not dare to charge towards his army!
——It’s Amy. She murdered the son of the lord of Jutland, framed Ivar as the blame, and made the whole country of Jutland furious!
Ivar directed his anger at Amy.
Countless flaming spears fell from the sky, densely packed, like a rain of arrows fired by a thousand troops. They rain down around Amy, setting everything they touch on fire. Soon, Amy's body was on fire. Those flames were like flowers from hell, judging Amy, burning and blooming on the already dying Amy.
Even if Amy was rescued from the fire immediately, no doctor could save Amy's life.
Who would have thought that under the burning pain of the fire, Amy would actually sing. The melody sung in extreme pain is so gentle - but precisely because of this, it looks even more crazy:
“The apples flew / floated in the air / the apples fell / fell to the ground / little Miss Scipio smiled / forever / the stars kissed / fell asleep with songs / there is where to belong / there is where to belong.”
It was the lullaby that Ella's mother sang to young Ella. Amy has listened to it countless times since she was a child.
Ivar listened blankly as Amy finished singing the song, and then watched the crazy woman slowly close her eyes, probably dead.
Countless sparks were scattered around her shapeless, charred body, as if the elves were mourning.
Looking at Amy's "corpse", Ivar was stunned for a moment, and then immediately turned Fenrir to face the enemy.
——He didn't notice that after he turned around, a mysterious smile suddenly appeared on Amy's face, just like the terrifying evil god, Loki.
