The flames were spinning, jumping, and burning around Amy and Fenrir, as if they were having a crazy dance. Amy's head was raised high, and after a long time she finally said:
"Your Majesty said that there is no need for me to do things that I am not good at. If I use Loki's protection at the elf level or above, many problems can be easily solved, but she has never asked me to use it, and even stopped me time and time again. Me. And she finally solved these problems. She was getting stronger. This time she was kidnapped, she solved it with her own swordsmanship. And she seemed to be approaching the final secret of magic. She didn't need me on the battlefield. How much can I do to help her, and I don’t even need your power, Ivar.”
"Are you arguing with me? Or are you mocking yourself? After saying so much, you finally admitted that you are a useless person who can't help you?"
"I'm just a maid. A maid's job is never to go to war."
"How long do you want to lie to yourself?" Ivar laughed crazily, "I know you, I know you so well, how could you watch your Majesty climb to a height that is beyond your reach? We are also affected by Under the protection of the God of Love and Trickery! Just continue to torture yourself. When your spirit can no longer hold on, your body will be mine!"
The flames dissipated. Countless shining sparks closed their eyes in mid-air.
Seeing that Amy didn't respond for a long time, the knights cautiously approached and shouted softly: "Miss Amy? Miss Amy? Are you okay?"
Amy threw her head back, her eyes full of confusion.
"Do you think I'm suitable to wear a maid outfit or armor?"
The knights looked at each other.
"Miss Amy, you used to be a maid, right? But with your ability, you should perform well on the battlefield."
"So, do you think my Majesty, Ella Cornelius Scipio, needs a maid or a powerful magician?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Amy smiled bitterly and shook her head.
"You don't even know this thing if I ask you."
The horses neighed loudly. Only then did they realize that they had arrived at the original entrance, where the horses were parked. Without saying a word, they ran up to their horses and began to untie their reins.
"Great, we actually came out in this direction. If there are horses, we might have time to break out!"
"It's too late."
Amy gritted her teeth and stared ahead. Fenrir, who sat down, also roared in that direction in fear - after Ivar left Amy's body, the flames around it began to dissipate.
A dense crowd of people, numbering more than 10,000, was walking towards this side. The general at the head was Bjorn.
"If I had known, I would have negotiated with Ivaldo." Amy smiled miserably, "Aphrodite's protection is almost useless when you encounter a magician of the same level."
Knowing that there was no way to escape, the knights drew their swords one after another, with an expression of resignation on their faces.
But Bjorn slowly raised his spear and pointed it at Amy:
"Why you? Where is the King of Knights?"
"Want to know such important information?" Amy gathered the last bit of flame into the palm of her hand, and at the same time raised the corners of her mouth desperately: "How about you drag me into a small dark room and torture me from beginning to end? Fan, let’s see if I say it or not, how about it?”
Bjorn stopped talking and just waved his hand forward. This is the order to attack. Thousands of soldiers behind him shouted loudly and rushed toward Amy and more than 30 people without mercy!
"It is no longer possible to escape unscathed." A knight whispered to everyone, "Life and death are determined by fate, success or failure depends on heaven. If anyone succeeds in breaking through, run all the way to Winchester, and one by one can escape. Never look back and care about other people!”
Everyone nodded tacitly, and then, they roared more powerfully than the thousands of soldiers and rushed towards the dark crowd!
Amy lost count of how many enemies she had crossed. Fenrir relied on his speed and sharp claws to tear apart the enemy's defenses until his white hair was dyed bright red. But the disparity in numbers was too great, and Bjorn couldn't just sit idly by. Soon, she heard a loud shout from Bjorn behind her, and saw the enemies in front of her hurriedly scattering to both sides. She didn't even have time to look back and see what was happening, before a hot and huge magic power arrived behind her.
Amy knew she couldn't resist the blow and closed her eyes for a moment.
But the actual force that hit Amy was much smaller than expected. Amy only felt a slight heat on her back, but then there was no follow-up. However, the roads on both sides of her were severely damaged, and smoke and haze flew up. The enemies blocking the front scattered as they dodged Bjorn's blow, leaving the front empty and deserted. Fenrir accelerated and successfully jumped out with Amy!
Only then did Amy have time to look back. She saw Bjorn watching her from behind. Although he had enough time to launch a second attack, he still made no move. The formation that had dispersed due to his attack regrouped, and the knights who were traveling with him were drowned in the sea of people. No one successfully broke out of the encirclement like Amy.
"Bjorn...? Why?"
Amy realized that Bjorn was letting her go on purpose, but she couldn't think of a reason. She and Bjorn had almost no interaction and no friendship. Bjorn's return this time obviously has an intention to take the throne of the Hero King. So, she is an opponent standing in front of Bjorn. Why did he do this?
Although she had many questions in her mind, she knew she couldn't stay here. She lowered her body, facing the wind, and galloped into the distance amidst Fenrir's intermittent howls.
Bjorn's men began to clear the battlefield.
"Boss, those knights have all been captured. Each of them is an important figure in the British army. We caught a big fish this time!"
The person who reported to Bjorn was a Scottish lord. He kept rubbing his hands with a happy face.
But Bjorn didn't look very happy: "The big fish is a big fish, but I didn't catch the king fish. My carefully designed fishing net was in vain."
He pushed away everyone and walked towards the pile of rocks alone. When he saw the body of Chimalpopoka, his unhappy face became even more livid: "There is no other way, let's withdraw to Scotland."
"Withdraw?" The lord was quite surprised, "Now? Did we just win a battle?"
"You didn't realize the danger at all?" Bjorn glared at him, "Our food can only last less than half a month. You actually want to continue to besiege Winchester?"
"Food? Our transportation team should be arriving soon..."
"Don't get your hopes too high at this point. Remember, we only have fifteen days of food left!"
"You mean...our supply line has been cut off?" The lord's mouth gradually opened wide. "When did this happen? I only remember that a team transporting weapons was attacked before coming to Winchester. Once, but there weren’t many enemies that time…”
"Don't tell the soldiers about this - we won the victory and returned triumphant, that's all. I just hope that this victory will deter the English from pursuing."
"No, it's not good——!"
A shrill voice sounded from a distance.
"Our baggage troops behind us have just been attacked by the King of Sweden. The grain and grass... the grain and grass are on fire!"
(End of chapter)
