Dust looked at the pile of powder and nodded.
"I have seen this in the duel field. Before the duel, they would light this incense and pray very solemnly. It seems to make people unable to use magic. So, King of Sweden, you are suggesting that we attack at night ?”
"Yes. With this kind of prop, they are completely trapped in a cocoon." Ella said, "Let's agree on a time. When you attack at night, Alfred and I will be inside to act as internal responders. This is Alfred's capital. , as long as he runs out and cheers, we will attack from inside and outside, and we will definitely succeed."
"The method is a good one, but there will be a problem." Dast clasped his hands and counted. "I will go out of the city tonight to report the news. If I want to return to the city, I have to wait until tomorrow night; they only held a duel during the day. In order to find the incense Where to find it, you have to wait until the day after tomorrow; and if you really want to steal some, you have to wait until the night after tomorrow; as for the incense you said you want to secretly put on every torch stand on the city wall, it will take one night to be conservative. You said The night attack must be at least the fifth night from today. In the meantime, King of Sweden, what will you do? The duel yesterday will not be the last one."
"It's okay. I felt a little confident after seeing that group of people couldn't beat Alfred in the duel." Ella said, "Anyway, I also learned one hundred styles of Mistertin's swordsmanship. Is not it?"
Daxter was so frightened that he stuck out his tongue: "It's not that I don't believe in your ability...Okay, I'll go back and hide the duel from the maid as much as possible, or she will kill me."
"Well, Amy always thinks I'm weak...Master, do you have any nails?"
Dust took out a bag of things from his left sleeve and threw it to Ella: "Bring it. Here it is."
"Where's the quicklime?"
"Here." Dast took out a bag of things from his right sleeve and threw it to Ella, "There is also oil for rubbing quicklime. You should also bring some of it to avoid accidentally getting it into your eyes."
"Where's 'Fire'?"
"Yes." Dast untied his clothes, took out a bottle filled with liquid from his abdomen and threw it to Ella, "This stuff is flammable. You have to tighten your mouth when you inhale it, and be careful not to inhale the air together. Be more quick when you vomit, don't burn your mouth!"
"There are also protective iron plates."
"Leave this thing to me! Master, I also have to save my life." Dast said, "Your body doesn't need this, right?"
"And then there's..."
Alfred and the knights were stunned as they watched Dast take out hidden weapons one after another from his thin clothes and hand them to Ella. No matter how they thought about it, they felt that this shouldn't be considered swordsmanship, but when they thought about Ella's small body, they felt that the things Dust taught were very suitable.
Ella stuffed the hidden weapons into her clothes one by one. There was obviously a pile of stuff, but after stuffing it, the clothes looked the same as before.
"And your crowbar." Dust took out the last thing from his arms, "I don't know the use of bringing this, but your maid must let me bring it, because you don't want to hold this Unstable sleep..."
Ella's eyes lit up, and she rushed over and snatched the crowbar: "Thank you, Master! Please help me when you go back, thank Amy!"
"I have to go. At least until tomorrow night, I can't take care of you in the dark." Dast waved his hand, "But don't be afraid, just use the swordsmanship I taught you to dominate Aztlan. Let’s go to the duel ground!”
So in the next few days, Tesosomok's head grew larger.
"Tratoani! That girl won another battle! She threw something into our warrior's eyes, and our warrior wiped them, and the whole eye was burned out!"
"Tratoani! That cunning woman won again today! Our warrior stepped on a nail and fainted from the pain. Then she rode on his head and beat him. We rushed forward to separate them. "
"Tratoani! That snake-hearted queen won again today! She breathed a ball of fire into our warrior's face..."
"Tratoani! That murderous female devil..."
"You won again, right?" Tesosomok roared angrily, "How did you do it, you couldn't even hurt a little girl?"
"Well, Tratoani, in fact, she suffered serious injuries that are difficult to heal in every duel..."
"But she'll be fine again the next day, right? Since you know she can recover from serious injuries, then give her a fatal wound! The kind that'll be fatal on the spot!"
Tesosomok picked up an object and threw it at the soldier who reported.
"Tratoani! That..."
"Are you coming?" Tesosomok yelled without even looking, "Today's duel is over!"
"No, Tratoani, it's the report about the black disease."
The person who came was Yinzikoatl, the captain of the Leopard Warriors. He had worry written all over his face.
"Eighty percent of the people in the previous prison have been infected. The number of infected people in the prison where the new disease appeared four days ago has reached 50%. We have never seen such a speed of spread. Just now, there were also cases in my Leopard Warrior camp. Dark spots appear on people’s skin.”
"How could such a thing happen? These are important sacrifices. If they all died of illness, wouldn't our work have been in vain?" Tesosomok pulled his hair in pain, "Our doctors still treat Isn’t it good for this disease?”
"Tratoani..." Yinzikoatl hesitated to speak.
"What's wrong? Tell me!"
"The doctor accompanying the team died of illness. He contracted the disease yesterday morning and died suddenly in the afternoon. He died faster than other patients."
"Yinzkoatl." Tesosomok suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of fear of the end, "Do you think this unheard-of terrible disease could be caused by the one-legged god of war? "
Yinzkoatl's voice was suddenly full of panic: "You mean...Tezcatlipoca?"
Tezcatpolica, whose name means "Smoke Mirror". He is one of the three main gods of the Aztlan people. The other two, one is the god of sun and war, Vichiropochtli (a warrior from the south) whom they currently worship, and the other is Quecharcoatl, the god of rain and civilization who is said to have disappeared in the east. (Kechar bird feather snake).
In the mythology of the Aztlan people, the "Smoke Mirror" is the god of creation and war, as well as the god of witchcraft and death. He was the sun of the First Age, and after the destruction of the First Age, every time he came to this world he brought misfortune to the world.
"I wonder, could it be because the power of the Sun God of War was declining...that Tezcatpolica came to the world? He wanted to destroy our fifth era, just like it destroyed the second era?"
"Maybe... no, absolutely impossible!" Yinzikoyatel shook his head violently, "If it was the one-legged god of war, then the disease will never be cured. But I just received a report that there is a patient , was cured with medicine by a guy who claimed to be an angel."
