The flames were spinning, jumping, and burning around Amy and Fenrir, as if they were holding a crazy dance. Amy raised her head 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 she has even stopped me again and again.
Me. And she finally solved these problems. She is getting stronger. This time she was kidnapped, she solved it with her own sword skills. And she seems to be approaching the final secret of magic. She doesn'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 making fun of yourself? You have said so much, but in the end you still admit 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 in a low voice: "Miss Amy? Miss Amy? Are you okay?"
Amy threw her head back, her eyes full of confusion.
"Do you think I'm suitable for wearing 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 if you go to 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 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 forward. Fenrir, who was sitting down, also roared in that direction in fear - after Ivar left Amy's body, the flames around him began to dissipate.
A dense crowd of people, numbering more than 10,000, came towards this side. The general at the head was none other than 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 they could no longer escape, the knights drew their swords one after another, with a look of death 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, how about you see if I say it or not?"
Bjorn stopped talking and just waved his hand forward. This was an order to attack. The thousands of soldiers behind him shouted loudly and rushed towards Amy and more than 30 people without mercy.
come over!
"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 successfully breaks 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 couldn't remember 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 difference in numbers was really huge, and compared to
It was impossible for Jon to just sit still. Soon, she heard Bjorn's loud shout from behind her, and saw the enemies in front of her hurriedly scattering to both sides. She had no time to look back.
What happened? 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 force that actually hit Amy was much smaller than expected. Amy only felt a slight heat on her back, but there was no follow-up. On the contrary, the roads on both sides of her were severely damaged, and smoke and haze flew up. The people blocking the front were
The enemy dispersed due to dodging Bjorn's blow, leaving the front empty and empty. Fenrir accelerated and successfully broke 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 didn't make any move. The formation that had dispersed due to his attack reunited, and the companions
The knights were drowned in the sea of people, and no one successfully broke out of the siege 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 there was no friendship. Bjorn came back this time and it was obvious that he had an interest in the throne of the King of Heroes.
Her intention, so to speak, was that she was an opponent standing in front of Bjorn. Why did he do this?
Although she had many questions in her mind, she knew she could not stay here. She lowered her body, faced the wind, and galloped towards the distance amidst Fenrir's intermittent howling.
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 have caught a big fish this time!"
The person who reported to Bjorn was a Scottish lord. He kept rubbing his hands and looked happy.
But Bjorn didn't seem 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 Chimalpopoka's body, his unhappy face became even more livid: "There is no other way, let's retreat to Scotland.
"
"Withdraw?" The lord was quite surprised, "Now? Did we just win a battle?"
"You don'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 put too much hope in this. 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 in triumph, 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!"
