A stream of flames climbed up to Amy's face along Ivar's fingers. Amy's body shook violently, but the fire did not burn immediately. Ivar seemed to be deliberately toying with Amy and letting the flames touch her.
Amy immediately shrank back.
And Amy glared at Ivar:
"Is it fun? Have you had enough? Or do you actually want to see me being scared to death? How about I cooperate with you?"
She had just seen Ivar's flames. As long as Ivar was willing, she would be burned to ashes in an instant. Ivar was right in front of her, and there were thousands of soldiers behind him. Even if Aila rushed back, after losing
Even after losing Sealand, her troops were completely unable to fight against Ivar.
——No one can save her.
"Now, I said -"
She smiled and said in a voice that everyone could hear in front of Ivar:
"If I satisfy your strange hobby, can you leave me a whole corpse?"
Ivar's body was filled with angry flames.
In the blink of an eye, the fire enveloped Amy.
Amy struggled to smile amidst the severe pain of fire and burning. The poisonous datura flower, its flower language is love, death and revenge.
The sound of horse hooves.
The noisy sound of horse hooves came from far and near. Soon, large amounts of dust rose on the horizon.
This unexpected situation surprised Ivar: "Who is it? Who else has the army in that direction?"
After a while, a soldier came to Ivar in a panic and reported: "It's the flag of Jutland! The lord of Jutland is rushing towards us with his troops!"
"The Lord of Jutland? That coward? With his little military strength, how dare he!"
Amy's smile suddenly became wild. She struggled to stretch out her hands under the scorching fire, as if she wanted to catch the sun in the sky.
"Your Majesty, I succeeded. I have caught up with you."
Hearing Amy's words, Ivar slapped his face and extinguished the flames on Amy's body with his hand. Then, he grabbed Amy, who had been burned all over and was dying, and asked loudly: "Is it you? What did you do?
?Why are people from Jutland here!"
"I didn't do anything big. I just instigated a woman with great swordsmanship to kill a few people in Jutland at the right time - Ivar, who claimed to be protected by the God of Trickery, can you guess who I killed?
"
Ivar's body shook first, and then he shouted loudly: "Did you murder the youngest son of the Lord of Jutland and all his followers?"
Amy smiled extremely wildly.
"Is he the son of the Lord of Jutland? My order was: 'If there are people from Jutland accompanying Ivar's army, kill them when they return.' It seems that I accidentally picked the one above.
It’s signed.”
After reaching the strait of Funen, the youngest son of the Lord of Jutland, who had been working hard as a quartermaster, was generously returned to Jutland by Ivar.
At that time, Ivar didn't think there was anything wrong with this. He had no reason to start another dispute with Jutland. But he never thought that if they failed to return, they were all found dead in the street——
"Ivar, you said I murdered the person? No, you are wrong. You and I are the only ones who know the truth. So, this time, you killed the person."
The dying Amy smiled proudly.
——Your Majesty, when you were in Lorain, I suggested that you kill all those prisoners to buy time. You disagreed. Then you won.
——But, do you know? That’s because you are a genius. For us mortals, many things cannot be done both ways.
—I murdered the innocent son of the Lord of Jutland.
——I used Ivar’s hand to kill the villagers of Zealand.
——I'm very dirty.
——My hands are already covered with blood.
——I don’t want to die well.
——Even if I die, my soul will be tortured forever.
——But, Your Majesty, when you see my bones, I hope you will understand that even if you are a genius, there are some things that you cannot have both ways.
——The king is the sun, but under the sun, there must be shadows.
——Cry, cry, Your Majesty, when you see my bones, cry as much as you want. This is the last time.
——After you finish crying, wipe your tears away? From now on, nothing will make you cry again.
——Then, go and tell the world: Their Augusta has been born!
This is the path Amy has chosen.
"This kind of thing...this kind of thing is completely irrelevant!"
Ivar roared. He abandoned Amy, climbed on Fenrir's back, ran up and down the entire army, gathering the soldiers and arranging them into a neat formation.
The Jutland side took advantage of Ivar's formation and sent out cavalry to attack!
"There is no time, but for a true warrior, a few words are worth a thousand words!"
Ivar organized his team and shouted to boost morale.
"It's impossible for the Count of Île-de-France to come here so quickly. We only face Jutland's troops! Teach them a lesson and let them understand that turtles should always keep their heads down!"
Ivar has an absolute advantage in terms of the bravery of the soldiers and the number of soldiers. Ivar has plundered the Alemannic Federation more than once and fought with many princes of the Federation. He believes that Jutland's troops are also
Like those princes, they will collapse at the first touch.
With their high morale, they successfully withstood the first wave of Jutland cavalry charges. While Ivar's troops outside the battle line took the opportunity to continue to organize their formation.
But Jutland's troops were extremely tenacious this time. After the first wave of cavalry charges failed, their front row of cavalry quickly dispersed to both sides, while the rear row of cavalry launched an attack on Ivar's troops.
The second wave of charges started.
Jutland's cavalry troops were divided into three rows. After the second row of cavalry charged, they immediately dispersed as before, while the third row of cavalry immediately launched a third charge. After the third wave of cavalry charges,
, the first row of cavalry had already gone back, organized their formation, and charged towards Ivar's troops again.
Taking advantage of Ivar's formation, Jutland's cavalry was like a roller, charging toward Ivar's line repeatedly, interfering with his formation plan.
In the distance, Jutland's infantry was forming a neat line, approaching Ivar.
Ivar became more and more angry. Jutland's cavalry and infantry troops totaled only a small amount. In normal times, even if they had a hundred more courage, they would not dare to charge towards his army!
——It was Amy. She murdered the son of the lord of Jutland, framed Ivar as the blame, and made the whole country of Jutland furious!
Ivar directed his anger at Amy.
Countless flaming spears fell from the sky, densely packed, like a rain of arrows fired by a thousand troops. They fell around Amy, igniting everything they encountered. Soon, Amy's body burst into flames
.Those flames are like flowers from hell, judging Amy, burning and blooming on Amy who is already dying.
Even if Amy was rescued from the fire immediately, no doctor could save Amy's life.
Who would have thought that under the burning pain of the fire, Amy would actually sing a song. The tune she sang in extreme pain was so soft - but because of this, she looked even more crazy:
"The apples flew / floated in the air / the apples fell / fell to the ground / little Miss Scipio smiled / forever / the stars kissed / fell asleep singing / that's where they belong / that's where they belong."
It was a lullaby sung by Ella's mother to young Ella. Amy had listened to it countless times since she was little.
Ivar listened blankly as Amy finished singing the song, and then watched this crazy woman slowly close her eyes, probably indeed dead.
Countless sparks were scattered around her shapeless, charred body, as if the elves were lamenting.
Looking at Amy's "corpse", Ivar was stunned for a moment, and then immediately turned Fenrir to face the enemy.
——He didn't realize that after he turned around, a mysterious smile suddenly appeared on Amy's face, just like that terrifying evil god, Loki.
