Ella said it very seriously, but several Aztlan people covered their mouths and snickered aside - this was not a normal phenomenon. Ella, who was considered to be the messenger of Quetzalcoatl, was among the group of Aztlan people. Lanren held such a high status in her heart that even Tesosomok did not dare to look her in the eyes when talking to her. Ella didn't know where she said the wrong thing.
"What are you laughing at?" Tesosomoc glanced at the Aztlan people angrily, "Master Querachri is just a mortal anyway, and this is the messenger of Quetzalcoatl, so naturally he won't He takes it seriously."
Tesosomoc glared, and the laughing Aztlans immediately covered their mouths in fear. But underneath, the Aztlan people could still be seen whispering.
Tesozomoc stood up from the stretcher and bowed to Ella with great remorse and apologized: "God's envoy, I was the one who failed to discipline my subordinates. There are rumors in Aztlan that many people were punished for despising Master Querachri. A joke to teach you a lesson, but of course these stories don’t apply to you.”
After a pause, Tesosomok said again:
"But Lord God Envoy, we don't need to worry about anything now. At least for us mortals, Master Querakiri is a very great magician. Since he said he would use this giant turtle to send us back, then we will definitely be able to Return to Aztlan safely."
"That's it!" Many Aztlan people responded with a smile, while mocking Ayla's pirates, "We have said several times that there is no problem, but these bearded guys don't believe what we say. I’m crying and want to ask God to help me!”
"About this," the savage lowered his fierce-looking head in embarrassment and said, "Due to my negligence, Master Querakiri's magic to control this turtle has become invalid."
A sudden silence enveloped the sky above the camp. The Aztlans, who had just been laughing at the pirates' reaction as if nothing had happened, turned blue one after another. Tesosomok was so shocked that his jaw dropped and his words became stuttering:
"You said it has expired...what do you mean?"
"It just lost control." The savage replied, "Next, the turtle will go all the way south, away from Aztlan."
"This... damn, there is a barbarian empire south of Aztlan!"
Ayla cast a questioning look at Tesosomoc: "An empire of barbarians?"
"An empire composed of a group of rat-like guys who dig holes in the mountains. Each of their soldiers can use a staff that can release lightning! In short, Aztlan does not want to conflict with them, and I don't want to see them either!"
"It won't go there." The savage said from the side. "It will take us to the more remote south."
"Oh my God, do you want to go further south?"
Tesosomok suddenly fell off the stretcher, crawled forward a few steps, and hugged Ella's feet:
"Master God Envoy, please think of a way to take us back to Aztlan!"
When the Aztlan people panicked, the camp instantly became more chaotic than before Ella arrived. Amy frowned and stood on tiptoes to search for several people in the crowd: "Where are Hjalmar, Ulf, and Estrad?"
Amy wanted to gather these staff members to give Ella some advice, but only Hjalmar and Ulf came.
"Estrade is making a ladder, and it should be almost finished now." Hjalmar gasped, "The passage to the Flying Zealander is blocked by a cliff. We know that you, King of Sweden, must A ladder will be needed.”
The capable staff made Ella feel better. She followed Hjalmar to the cliff. The so-called "cliff" used to be the sea surface where ships were docked. However, due to the drop in water level, the flying Zealander and a group of merchant ships from Lübeck were now resting under the cliff. It was on the quagmire on the bottom of the sea, far away from Ella. It was really impossible to get close without ropes and ladders.
But this time, not long after Ella arrived at the cliff, Estrade led his team to deliver the ladder they had just made. These ladders are made of soldiers' spears and fixed with ropes. They are easy and quick to make and are often used in the army. Using these ladders, Ella and a few soldiers successfully climbed down the cliff.
Although most of the seawater is drained away in the form of waterfalls, because the mudflats on the seabed are uneven, there is still some accumulated water in the low-lying areas, some of which are so deep that it is completely a small lake. In addition to the stagnant water, there are also many fish, shrimps and shellfish lying on the quagmire. If they are all collected, it is estimated that Ella's entire army can eat for several days.
The ground is very moist and soft, and your feet will sink if you are not careful. After a strenuous trek, Ella and others finally arrived at the fleet. After some inspection, it was found that there was no serious damage to the hull and only needed minor repairs. The only problem is that the place where the fleet ran aground is separated from the sea by a cliff. They couldn't set sail without finding a way to get the ship down.
"If you just look at the scene in front of you, it's like we sailed the boat to the top of the mountain. It's a miracle." Ella, who was looking down at the cliff, whispered, "If this island turtle can listen to something, Maybe this place can become a holy place to swindle some money from the nobles."
"Fortunately, Tesosomok's legs and feet haven't recovered, and he can't get up and down the cliff." Amy complained at the side, "If he hears these words coming from the mouth of the messenger of Quetzalcoatl, there's no telling how he will react."
"King of Sweden, before you came back, several of our staff members have discussed that there are only three ways to get off this monster's back." Ulf counted with his fingers, "The first one is also my method: find a way. To lift the Flying Sealander from the cliff, I suggest that we design and build a giant crane that surpasses anything before..."
"Well, you are worthy of being a student of the academy for being the first to think of using advanced tools." Ella listened to Ulf's report and nodded with satisfaction.
"The crane is definitely not strong enough! The only material that can be used on this island is wood. Even if a large enough crane is made, the weight of the flying Zealander's hull will cause the boom to break." Esther Ladd interrupted, "My suggestion is to only carry the small boat down. Abandon the flying Zealander. Abandoning the baggage and marching lightly is also a commonly used tactic."
"Is it a light march? It is indeed a good direction." Ella nodded again, "As expected of being Ragnar's general, the perspective of thinking about the problem is different."
"But the cranes required to lift the merchant ships in Lübeck are also very large, right? We don't have such confidence at the moment, right?" Hjalmar asked two questions in succession, "I just told them that instead of building I don’t know how many giant cranes there are, so we might as well just transport the materials down and build a few new ships directly below! Or we can also disassemble the original ships into parts and transport them below to reassemble them. Such a success rate It’s always higher than a crane!”
"Well, it's not about how to save the stranded ship, but about finding another way. This idea is very flexible." Ella tilted her chin while thinking and nodded, "Halmar, I really didn't choose the wrong person."
"No, Your Majesty, these plans are not very feasible at first hearing, right?" Amy couldn't help shouting from the side, "What criteria are you using to select members of the staff?"
So everyone looked at Amy in unison——
"Then what do you think we should do?"
"What should I do? I...this..." Amy hesitated and was speechless for a moment.
"Amy, don't deny other people's proposals too easily." Ella looked at Amy seriously, "Although these proposals have shortcomings, they also have value that can be used as a reference. A good plan is never just one step. It was made out of the collision of many unworkable plans.”
"Hmm...Is that so? But I still think these plans are useless..."
Amy nodded and shook her head in understanding.
And Ella turned her head to the last staff officer: "Master, what is your opinion?"
"My opinion is don't think about anything and have a good sleep first." Dast yawned, "There is enough food on this island anyway. Didn't that savage say that Master Querakiri knows everything? Then he He will always come to save us, right?"
(End of chapter)
