"The Azte Empire lost? What does this mean?" The old man tapped his cane anxiously: "This duel itself is unfair. We didn't use magic at all..."
"Yes, neither side used magic. So Nezahualcoyotl did not lose, nor did the warriors who knew magic. No one lost, but the Aztlan Empire lost!" Tesoso Mok raised his voice, "Do you think the empire relies on powerful magicians to conquer the world?"
"Is not it?"
"If the weapons made by the craftsmen have nothing to do with the user, then Nezahuahuacoyotel is very strong, but it actually has nothing to do with the empire; I am very strong, but in fact it has nothing to do with the empire. Because any individual is just a member of the empire. weapons! If one day one of us rebels to the enemy country, can the enemy country do better with this 'weapon'? If one day we die in battle, will the Aztlan Empire become weaker? What if? What if the protection of the Sun God of War has failed? What if our descendants are far inferior to us in magic? Will Aztlan decline like this? These things have happened many times in history-but the Aztlan Empire So powerful from beginning to end, and powerful for hundreds of years!”
Using his momentum to suppress everyone's comments, Tesosomok continued:
"You said that if the soldiers hold the same weapons, they can do better than the God Envoy. Have you ever thought about it? This just shows that even if the God Envoy is not around, her army can always maintain the same combat effectiveness! Which one? There are not many high-level magicians in the country? Why hasn’t the Lord God shown his magic yet? Can’t you figure it out? A few top magicians who appear by chance can indeed make a country strong, but it is difficult for the country to maintain prosperity for hundreds or thousands of years. What is weak is the foundation of a country - soldiers and citizens! Quetzalcoatl is not the god of war, so what is its strength? Because it brings rain, technology - and civilization! This is the messenger of God I want to tell you!”
The old man pondered for a while.
"What you said makes sense, but it still fails to solve the doubts in our hearts. We just want to know the authenticity of the God Envoy. The only way to answer this doubt is to let her show her power. Other than that, everything is mouth."
This is an inevitable question. At present, both the Sun King and the Prince Poet have many powerful magicians, which belongs to the period when "a few top magicians make a country strong" as Tesosomoc said. Without countermeasures, rebellion will only lead to death.
After realizing what everyone was doubting, Tesosomok glanced at Ella with pleading eyes - he also wanted Ella to simply demonstrate her divine power and dispel everyone's doubts.
"Hehehehehe..." Ella suddenly let out a creepy laugh, "If you don't show your power, Lord Angel, do you think I am Ella Cornelius Scipio?"
"What did you say?" The old man didn't understand Ella's drunk words for a moment.
"Save your strength to beat people, because I don't want your casualties to be too ugly. You really think I don't know magic, don't you?"
"You...boy?"
The old man was dumbfounded.
"That's you! You guy who doesn't even have all his teeth!" Ella moved her face closer, and the smell of alcohol from her mouth sprayed directly on the old man's face, "Where is your home? I'm going to bomb it right now. , let you see if I can do magic or not!"
"It's not that the teeth are not fully grown, is it?" Mastela whispered to one side, "It's because the teeth are falling out."
The old man was confused. No one had ever spoken to him like this. Even when the Sun King threatened him, his words were at least polite on the surface. They would never be as explicit as "I'll burn down your home." The girl smelling of alcohol in front of her didn't look like a priest at all, nor did she look like the leader of a country. She looked more like... a robber who blocked the way and robbed her on the road.
He had absolutely no experience dealing with bandits. No robber ever came to rob her. Moreover, with the backing of Tesosomok, it is absolutely impossible to ask his men to beat out the girl in front of him.
"My home is across the sea, very far away from here..."
He stammered the truth.
"Huh?" Ella raised her fist: "You want to lie to me? I'll beat you up, believe it or not? Have you ever seen a fist as big as a duck egg?"
"I, what I said is true..."
"It's true." Mastra and others echoed from the side, "Except for Osomat, all other Tratoani have to take a boat to come here."
"Well, you're lucky."
Ella shook her hair and turned her attention away from the old man. Suddenly, she took a few steps to reach the highest point of the stand, pointed her hand towards the outside of the stand - "What is that house used for?"
Everyone followed Ella up a few blocks and saw clearly what Ella was pointing at. It was a building located outside the temple, across the street from the temple. Although it is only one story high, it is made of stone and is almost as large as the temple. It is very conspicuous among the surrounding wooden and brick buildings.
"That's a public bath." Mastra explained for Ella. "One of the most important places in Aztlan people's life, probably second only to the temple."
"Is it opening time now?"
"No. Generally the baths are opened in the afternoon. So as you can see, there are not many people around."
"Just right." Ella kept pointing at the bath and raised her head, "Tell the people on the island to take a bath in the sea tonight. Because I will use the magic of fire to completely destroy the bath from here - hiccup !”
Ella burped again.
"Isn't it necessary?" Ousomalt hurriedly stood aside with a smile, "Mr. Nesavalkyot has admitted that the Lord God Envoy has won, and other people's opinions don't matter at all..."
"Let the Lord God Envoy show you." Tesosomok glared at Osomat, "The purpose of this ceremony is to make everyone convinced of the Lord God Envoy."
"Destroying the bathhouse from here? That's interesting." The old man said, "This is a stone building. Although it is not as strong as the city wall, if you can destroy it at this distance, you can be regarded as a magician of the second era. If you can do it, I believe you are a messenger of God.”
Everyone agreed.
In fact, in terms of the identity of "Messenger of God", the level of magic in the Second Age is not convincing. But it doesn't matter whether Ella is a divine messenger or not, as long as she has the strength to compete with Nesa Hualcoyotl and the Sun King, it is enough.
Ousomat didn't dare to contradict Tesosomok, but in his heart he cursed everyone present - everyone else was just watching, but he was the one who paid for the construction of this bath! This bathtub is even more expensive than the house he lives in!
But he only dared not scold Ella, not even in his heart. He is one of the few Tratoani who has seen Quetzalcoatl with his own eyes, and is convinced that Ayla is the messenger of the god. Who knows if this envoy can read minds?
"Then, can Lord God Envoy show his magic?" the old man urged.
"No hurry..." Ella's footsteps shook, "Let me get my magic weapon first!"
