"God of springs... I am your servant... your most loyal servant!"
The priest prayed on the ground for a long time, but the pain not only did not ease, but intensified. His larynx swelled and his voice gradually became hoarse. Realizing that he might be about to be "dragged into the netherworld" by the god he believed in, he stood up with difficulty, held the shoulders of a tribesman, and walked to Ella with difficulty.
"I am only a mortal and cannot withstand the power of the God of Spring. Please help me, Lord God, to save me from danger!"
"It seems Quetzalcoatl doesn't like you very much." Ella glanced at the priest, "Since it is unwilling to give you protection, there is nothing I can do."
The priest was so frightened that he knelt down. He is not dead yet, and is even very conscious. But the thought of "dying soon" is more frightening than actual death.
"Help me...save me..."
He tugged at Ella's clothes and begged sadly.
Ella shook the priest's arm and picked up the ashes from the ground. Looking at the priest in great pain, she couldn't help but feel a little pity for the tribe - after being used by her to filter water many times, obvious white crystals had appeared in this bag. Anyone who knows a little bit about alchemy should know that this bag of 'plant ash' was already something else completely when Ella handed it over to the priest.
However, none of the tribesmen noticed this - the introductory operation of alchemy, in the eyes of these tribesmen, was a magical skill that they could not understand at all.
"Help me...save me"
The priest repeated these words sadly. Although he already understood that this kind of prayer had no effect.
The leader of the tribe felt ashamed and let out a long sigh.
"Okay, it's because we are too blind to see the truth. You are not someone we can afford to mess with. Just go wherever you want to go."
"Why are you in such a hurry to drive me away?" Ella said, "I said, the God of Spring Water and Quetzalcoatl have made an alliance. The herbs you collected are tokens of the God of Spring Water, and they have protected me. Could it be that Shouldn’t we also form an alliance?”
"I don't quite understand what you mean." The leader asked doubtfully, "Didn't we already have an alliance with Aztlan?"
"I'm talking about making an alliance with Quetzalcoatl, not Aztlan." Ayla looked at the leader meaningfully, "Can't you understand the difference?"
The leader couldn't understand Aztlan's situation and shook his head in confusion.
"The current main god of Aztlan is the Sun War God." Tesosomoc asked his men to help him up, "Do you understand now?"
A trace of shock finally flashed across the leader's eyes.
"Is this...is this the case? I...is this the case?"
While negotiating with the leader, the priest's cry for help still came intermittently. Looking at the priest, Ella sighed.
"Okay, okay, although neither Quetzalcoatl nor the God of Fountains can save you, but fortunately, in addition to being a messenger of God, I am also a human scholar. Let me save you in a human way."
After saying that, she turned to Amy and said, "Go back to the tent and get the medicine."
The leader was surprised: "What did you just say? Medicine? What medicine?"
"Mortal medicine that can help us resist the power of the Fountain God."
"How do you have this medicine?"
"I rushed to make it last night."
"How could you make this kind of medicine? And it only took one night?"
Ella didn't say a word, and the leader was even more surprised - Ella used the power of God to resist the power of God, and he was still able to accept it. But he couldn't accept using mortal medicine to resist the power of God.
This reaction made Ella feel even more pathetic.
"Munamenek, is that your name?" She took a deep breath, "Do you know why I am the messenger of Quetzalcoatl?"
"Of course it's because I'm loved by God..."
"Wrong. It's because of knowledge. As a mortal, I understand the wisdom of God, so I can carry out Quetzalcoatl's will in the mortal world." Ella pointed to her head, "Believe in the wisdom of mortals. One day, you will also have the power to resist this black spring."
The leader fell to his knees in astonishment. At his action, all the rest of the tribe fell to their knees. With respect and fear, they trembled and knelt down in front of Ella:
"O Messenger of God...please forgive our sins."
Not long after, the antidote was taken back by Amy. As the antidote was fed into the priest's mouth. The priest's symptoms have slowed down a bit. Although he is still in pain, he probably won't die.
After this, Tesosomok and Chief Munamenek made a bloody alliance by the Black Spring. Taking advantage of their attention being diverted, Amy asked Ella in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I still don't quite understand. Why is Yang Sui's fire so powerful?"
"Strong?"
"The herbs collected by this group of tribesmen are completely different from the ones you used last night. Why can you detoxify them by burning them with the fire of Yang Sui? Is it because the light of Apollo is purer than ordinary fire? "
Ella couldn't help but hit Amy on the head.
"Idiot Amy. These tribesmen were fooled, and you were fooled too. You have to use Yangsui during the day. Isn't it obvious that it's all pretentious and deceptive?"
"Huh? What do you mean, Your Majesty?"
"It doesn't matter if you use ordinary fire at night, or let Amy use fire directly. It's just for show. One of the core points of the One Hundred Styles of Swordsmanship is to focus the enemy's attention until it is insignificant. on matters."
Ella squatted on the ground and pulled out a pile of grass.
"The key to detoxification is actually the burned plant ashes. After water passes through the plant ashes, a magical property will appear. Moreover, it has nothing to do with the type of plant."
"I only know this. This kind of thing can ferment flour and be used to make bread..."
"In fact, the Aztlan people also use it to ferment cornmeal. But like you, Amy, they only use it for cooking, but don't know their alchemical properties." Ella said, "And, completely Things that can be obtained with ordinary fire, I used the fire of the sun to light it at the cost of releasing the prisoners of war. It was so exaggerated, and they couldn't even imagine that this was really just the simplest thing they used for cooking. The grass and trees are gray.”
"Hmm... So why can plant ash detoxify the poison of the black spring?"
"I have no idea."
"Um?"
Amy was stunned for a moment while waiting for an answer.
"Snitre, sulfur, and sand are the necessary grinding tools for the transformation of metals. They are the crown, stars and sun in the hands of philosophers. They are the masters of all metals. Under my control, their power can even grind gold. Broken. But alchemists have long discovered that with such power, they have a humble but effective natural enemy - this plant ash. No one can explain the reason. The two elements of Jabir The theory doesn’t work, Paracelsus’ three-element theory doesn’t work, and Aristotle’s four-element theory doesn’t work either. I only know it works, but I don’t know why it works.”
After saying that, Ella smiled bitterly.
"Amy, this is the third time I'm reminding you - academically, don't treat me as a god."
(End of chapter)
