Nezahualcoyotl's warriors besieged Ayla's chariot like hungry wolves. They used all the sharp and blunt weapons they could find to attack the thick armor on the tank's surface crazily, but the sound of the blows was not enough to calm the wildness in their hearts. In addition to attacking with weapons, they used their fists, legs, and even their heads to supplement the frequency of attacks. Their momentum was as if they were going to cut the chariot into pieces with a thousand knives.
Daxter was panicking inside.
"King of Sweden, can your chariot really withstand it? Did you include a secret door for escape in the design?"
"Do you want a secret door to fuck a snake? This is not a fortress."
Ella's mouth was stuffed with quail meat, which made her speech somewhat slurred. This was why she finally asked Amy to come, using the excuse of "needing to replenish her strength". Her identity is a priest, and according to Aztlan custom, she cannot eat meat before the new fire ceremony. If we don't seize this opportunity that the Aztlan people don't see, we may not have anything to eat in the future.
"Wet clothes, is there one in there?"
Ella handed a small quail leg to Dust.
"I'm not in the mood to eat this!" Dast said sadly and indignantly. "Have you seen the prisoner being pushed to the gallows and still in the mood to eat quail legs?"
"It's okay, Master." Ella swallowed the meat in her mouth and wiped her mouth casually with her hand, "Although there is no secret door, the defense of this chariot is at the fortress level, and it cannot be broken without natural-level magic power! Since Tesosomok lit the incense outside, it’s foolproof!”
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Dast immediately sat up straight, took the quail leg from Ella's hand with one hand, and stretched forward gracefully with the other hand, "Is it just meat? Is there any wine?"
In a violent collision, the last stone blade was broken.
The warriors of Nezahualcoyotel turned around and stared at the soldiers of Osomat, trying to grab some weapons from their hands and continue the attack, but the soldiers raised their empty hands one by one, indicating that they had no weapons.
A small hillside made of rubble appeared out of thin air around the chariot - the remains of Aztlan weapons.
The soldiers on the island already know the toughness of iron. The warriors of Nezahualcoyotl did not. They stared at the Ella chariot from the outside with eyes as big as cattle, but found that it was almost unscathed, and it was difficult to find even a scratch.
"I've heard of this." Tinaike in the audience whispered in Masitra's ear, "This seems to be one of Quetzalcoatl's magics, and it seems to be the broken stone sword of Master Quelaqiri. It’s all broken.”
"Even the gravel sword? Is this magic so powerful?"
"This is not the most powerful thing. Did you know that each of the more than a thousand followers of the Lord God Envoy can use this magic!" Tinaik said mysteriously, "Think about it, more than a thousand The gravel sword is so powerful!"
Amid Masitra’s exclamation, Nezahualcyotel turned his head dissatisfied:
"Don't spread rumors casually. I know clearly what kind of magic it is. It's just a kind of material."
"Materials?" Masitra blurted out, "That means we can also use them? Wouldn't that be even more powerful?"
Before he finished speaking, Masitra quickly covered his mouth - Nesa Hualcoyotel was staring at him dissatisfied.
"Awesome? Don't be kidding. If you can use magic, this thing will be vulnerable."
Masitra didn't dare to talk back and nodded repeatedly, but she still felt that the material was very powerful.
But he saw Nezahualcoyotel waving to his entourage and saying:
"Send my maquawit down."
As a powerful magician, Nesa Hualcoyotl himself does not do much in close combat. But Tratoani, as the most heroic warrior in the city-state, must have a symbolic weapon. Nezahualcoyotl's maquahuite is made of the best black walnut wood and has a light aroma; the obsidian inlaid on both sides has an extremely rare golden color; the obsidian is polished and sharp. The best stonemason in the Aztlan Empire; on Maquawit's torso, he also used bright paint to paint patterns that are not found on ordinary Maquawit.
In short, this weapon not only performs extremely well, it's also incredibly valuable.
The warrior who received the weapon raised it gratefully and saluted toward the stands. Then he glared and hit Ella's chariot hard with it.
With one stick, half of the golden obsidian blade broke; with another, the weapon turned into an old man without teeth; when the third stick hit, the entire black walnut wood split into two halves along the decorative lines. Can't be used anymore.
In the chariot, Ella and Dust were having sex.
"The wine... there is... tequila, which I have never drunk before." Ella rolled her eyes because she choked on the meat, "But now that I'm doing business... I can't drink."
"What? The warriors at my table drank this wine until they vomited at the banquet. King of Sweden, you haven't drank it yet? That's unreasonable! It's just too much!"
Daxter patted the armor of the tank angrily.
"How can my apprentice be bullied like this? Drink! Master, I allow it!"
"It makes sense! But now we are on the battlefield..."
"What kind of battlefield? Isn't this a fortress? Those people can't attack it! You look like you're about to choke to death. Why don't you take it out and take a sip!"
"But...but..."
"What the hell, when you get out of the chariot, you will be the priest. If you want to drink dragon snake orchid wine again, you will have to wait more than fifty days!"
"Can……"
"That's the best wine I've ever had. It's as viscous as milk! What are you afraid of? I'll drink it with you as my master!"
Ella was greedy and dug out the tequila from the box under the seat.
"Then...just take a small bite."
Outside the chariot, the warriors who had used up their weapons were standing in the square in a daze, at a loss.
"A bunch of idiots!" Nezahual Coyotl yelled angrily from the stands. "Have you ever seen a turtle? You can't break the turtle's shell, but you can't beat the turtle? Turn it over!"
The warriors in the square received the order and began to approach Ella's chariot step by step from all directions.
"Rui...Swedish woof..." Dast said with a big tongue, "The noise outside...is so funny and a bit weird. It's so funny...it's about to overturn."
"Gu...are you...are you?" Ella's face turned red and she drank the remaining half a bottle of tequila. "Don't panic...throw a bottle of Ocean Fire out and burn him to death." them!"
"How... how awesome!"
One of the windows of the chariot opened with a bang, causing the approaching warrior to shrink back in fright. But he saw a hand dangling out of the opened car window, throwing a bottle out, and then the car window was closed again with a "swipe".
"What was thrown?" asked the warrior next to him.
The nearest samurai approached cautiously and dipped his hand into some of the liquid flowing from the bottle.
"Dragon... tequila?"
