After the fire was finally put out, some of the Tratoani and others in the stands were burned to severe injuries. In order to put out the fire, Nesavalkoyotel was soaked in mud, and the unidentified "hum" sounds were made from their mouths, like pigs rolling in the soil.

The rest of the Tratoani began to whisper. The envoy invited by Tesosomok injured Nesavalkoyotel, which made them smell a different smell. Mastra and Tinaik were only burned a little of their clothes because they were a distance from Nesavalkoyotel. They stood aside seriously, listening carefully to the conversation between Ella and Nesavalkoyotel, trying to hear some clues from it.

But Ella was drunk and had no useful information on her mouth:

"You... are glad that I only lost a small bottle this time! If you throw a whole box, you will die in the moment of explosion! Do you understand if you die? People will die if you are bombed, and Andrea's adjutant is so useless... Gu! Your face is always there and laughing at you all day long and reading bad poems. I can't help it... I want to punch you in the face! After that... you must take care of yourself, reflect carefully, and not make the same mistake again!"

These words were extremely bold. Nesavalkoyotel was seriously injured and didn't know if he heard them. The entourage beside him was already angry: "You are so brave! When Lord Nesavalkoyotel recovers his magic, you are good-looking!"

"Look at this! Look at this!" Another entourage picked up the saw blade that had broken off and broke the wooden body from the field, and accused Ella indignantly: "This is a symbol of power for Lord Nesavalkoyotel! The national treasure of the Aztland Empire! Look at this beautiful golden obsidian, and then look at the best wood, all of which are the best stones and woods in the Aztland Empire! You broke it like this? Can you be a little brainy? How are you going to pay for it?"

"It's a big deal!" Dust drunkenly untied his sword, "Is this sword worth you, okay? It's a bit curled, but it can still be used after polishing it!"

The two followers were so angry that they were trembling all over, but the drunk Ella didn't pay attention to this at all. She turned her back to them, waved an iron dagger and shouted at everyone:

"Look at it! A peerless magic weapon made of a thousand years of ordinary iron! Holding it, anyone who speaks in front of you will have a little less voice! As long as you believe in the Feathered Snake God... and then give it, give it some gold, you can... burp and get him!"

"Really?" Tinak suddenly became excited, "Can you give me... a touch, no, just let me get closer and take a look, okay?"

"Give it!"

Ella threw the dagger casually, and Tinak quickly rushed over and caught it. Mastella came over. They stroked the dagger's tough body with their palms, felt its sharp edge with their fingers, and their bodies were trembling with excitement.

"This is what broke the gravel sword... Can we really buy this artifact? Only use gold?"

"Of course! It's not just you... Hehe, as long as faith... and gold are enough, you can use this weapon to equip a legion!"

Tinak nodded, and returned the dagger to Ella with his hands with a serious expression.

"Tinak," Mastra asked in a low voice, "has the Aztlan League ever sold weapons to you?"

"Never." Tinaik glanced at Tessosomok on the pyramid, "I'm afraid... someone wants to change the Aztland Empire."

Not only them, but the people in the stands were communicating with others in a serious expression. After Ella made such a fuss, the invited Tratoani finally understood Tessomok's intention.

However, many people frowned and shook their heads. An old Tratoani walked over with a cane. His teeth were almost gone and he had no power in the Aztland Empire. But as a leader who had been in charge of the city-state for many years, he was still respected by other Tratoani who were also powerless.

He took a dagger from Ella's hand and looked carefully

"This material is really great, it is very good to make armor and weapons; the bottle that will make fire when thrown out is also magical. The craftsman who makes them must be extremely smart."

After pausing, the old man glanced at everyone present meaningfully.

"This reminds me of the famous stonemason in my city-state. His skills are very good and he has built many extremely sharp weapons for me. However, I never thought that my martial arts are good with weapons. I can use the weapons he has made, and others can do it too. And if I give the weapons to young people, they can often do better than me."

Tinaik whispered to Mastra: "The one who comes out is here."

As things progressed to this point, the participants understood that Tesosomok wanted their support. But there was one of the most critical questions here - if Tesosomok and the Sun King, how likely would the prince poet have a military conflict?

"So?" Dust asked with his head tilted, "What do you mean?"

"This should be a competition, not a weapon display!" the old man said seriously, "But I only saw advanced weapons. I didn't see the power of the God Envoy himself at all - maybe it was a matter of spitting out fire from his mouth? But that was really too weak! He would probably do better if he had my soldiers holding the same weapon!"

"Ha?" Dust tilted his head and grabbed the old man's collar, "Are you looking for trouble?"

"No." The old man said seriously, "I just think that the honor of weapons should belong to the craftsman who created it, not to the person who used it, right? What we want to see is the strength of the God-Emeng himself!"

"Original strength?"

Ella suddenly squatted down, polished her nails on the ground, bared her teeth, stared at the old man, and let out a roar of intimidation from her throat.

The old man was startled by Ella's drunkenness: "What are you doing?"

"If I don't let me use weapons, will I be afraid of you if I use my nails and teeth? Come on! Bite me! Tell you, my teeth often eat meat!"

"You are changing your concept!" the old man shouted angrily, "Don't rely on the power of weapons, it is not that soldiers are not allowed to use weapons, but that they use the same weapons! Only when the same weapons are used can the individual's strength be reflected!"

"That's too stupid!"

Tesosomok, who had been sitting on the pyramid, suddenly roared. The entire temple suddenly became silent. When Nesavalkoyotel was injured and the Sun King was gone, Tesosomok's actions represented the supreme authority of the Aztland Empire.

Everyone was waiting for Tessosomok's next words, but Tessosomok stood up with the help of his followers. As everyone was watching, he walked down the pyramid step by step and walked to the stands step by step.

The journey was very short, and the silence was too long, but it was so silence that everyone could not escape. It was not until Tessosomomok came to the old man that he said loudly:
Chapter completed!