The queue at the foot of the mountain continued to flow forward. When the queue of the eagle warriors left the ambush point, even more noisy footsteps came from afar.

The samurai in leopard skin walked into the valley in an orderly line, and their clothes were more gorgeous than the eagle warriors in front of them. Their shawls were inlaid with green gems, and the helmets made of leopard scalp were decorated with colorful feathers. They took big strides and walked forward arrogantly. If they were taken out alone, Ella would even think that this was the city-state of Tratoani.

Although Ella did not know the situation of Aztland's army, she knew that only the most military achievements and the most honorable troops could walk onto the battlefield in such a gorgeous outfit. When the two armies faced each other, there was no need to fight. Just this gorgeous and luxurious battle robe was enough to defeat the morale of the opponent.

"Did you see the bag on the waists of these warriors?" Tessormok pointed down, "It was full of human blood. Before fighting, they would drink all the blood and improve their magic to the most perfect state. The leopard warriors under the Sun King gathered all the elites of Aztlan, and many of them could reach the fourth or even the third age."

Ella noticed that the bags were bulging and seemed to be filled with liquid.

Before she knew it, the surrounding breath became louder. Ella looked around and found that the soldiers lying in the ambush had already begun to breathe nervously. Ella herself was also a little nervous. She had seen Tessosomok's team of Eagle Warriors and Leopard Warriors, and thought that it was just that, but the team under the Sun King was obviously much more elite than Tessosomok.

Following the leopard warrior team was a team of priests of about a hundred people. They were wearing simple black robes, with pendants connected with teeth on their necks and wrists. Their steps were soft and silent, and they all lowered their heads and remained silent. Compared with the majesty of the army, this team was filled with a bit of haze, like the god of death passing by the earth.

"The Sun King's priesthood team is somewhat different from those of me and Nesawarkoyotel." Tsosomok said, "My priesthood team and Nesawarkoyotel are used to dissect prisoners of war, treat diseases and hold pre-war rituals. But the Sun King's priesthood team can be used to fight. The entire Aztland Empire's magical priests were sent to the Sun King. They were not warriors and could not get the protection of the Sun God of War, but there were all kinds of strange protections such as the Creek Goddess and the Corn Goddess. If you don't pay attention, their harassment is very troublesome."

The team behind suddenly became loose, and several slaves wrapped in white cloth around their waists walked into the valley. They only held the most basic weapons, and behind them, the whip waving sounds kept coming.

"Here you come."

Tessomok took a few deep breaths to calm his emotions. Ella couldn't help but feel nervous, lowered her body, and never dared to think about anything else.

The groans of slaves came more and more clearly. After several slaves climbed over the ground, a neat and regular vibration came from the ground. Hundreds of slaves walked in with a huge throne made of gold. The throne was in the shape of a pyramid, and under the seats of people, there were magnificent steps of thirty levels. This height allowed the people on the throne to overlook the entire battlefield even if they sat. At the bottom of the stairs, two leopards carved out of stone were lying on the front, staring at the front with a fierce look, which increased the weight of the entire throne and almost couldn't stand up.

The Sun King sat on the throne at the top of the pyramid, and the back of the chair behind him was a sun made of gold, shining brightly in his eyes.

Beside the throne, followed by fully armed leopard warriors, and soldiers holding whips, swung the whip at the slaves from time to time, making them scream shrillly.

If they were citizens of Aztland, even if they became slaves, they could enjoy the power they deserved, possess private property, marry and have children with free people, and eventually redeem themselves. But these slaves carrying the throne were prisoners of war and Gentiles. Being able to carry the throne was already their greatest luck, because they could be pulled out at any time and at any time to sacrifice to the gods who were above them.

Ella was once Barcelona of the Seven Hills Empire. She was one of the most noble emperors in the entire Old Continent. She had never seen any big scenes. But such a luxurious way of traveling still stunned her. After watching for a while, she reacted and said to Tessosomok in a low voice:

"I seem to have made a wrong judgment. This is not like a retreating force."

——Yes, the queues of the retreating troops would not be so orderly, the spirit would not be so majestic, and the equipment would not be so neat. During the retreat, the leaders of the army would want to hide themselves in the ground, and it would not be possible to show such a big show.

Tessomok nodded. He also noticed the unusualness of this unit.

"How to do it? Do you want to stop?" Ella asked.

Each of the leopard warriors' pockets were bulging. If it was filled with the blood that Tessolomuk said, then this unit had not even experienced formal battles. This was not a defeated army, but a sharp blade that had just been unsheathed. Ella was not sure whether it was wise to launch an attack on such a unit. She was ambushing here with the mentality of finishing Hestein.

Tessosomok swallowed.

"The opposite side has already entered an ambush, and the opportunity is rare. If you wait any longer, you may not have a better chance. Don't do it, don't stop!"

The Sun King's troops continued to pour in, and they could not see the end. Tessomok took a few deep breaths one after another, and finally made up his mind and waved his hand forward!

This is a signal of attack. According to the plan, the troops on the mountain will take the lead in launching an attack, dividing the Sun King's troops into two strands from the middle. Then the ambush on the grassland cooperates, jumps out of the pit, and breaks the Sun King's troops into three sections. The two ambush attacks forward and backward, quickly capture the Sun King, and then Tessomok comes forward to stabilize the remaining troops of Aztland. The lords who march with Ella each come forward to absorb the troops of their own city-states and lead the remaining lords to turn against each other. The troops of the Sun King's headquarters will use the name of the Feathered Snake God to persuade them to complete the coup with the minimum loss!

However, the anticipated movement of Tesosomok did not appear. He turned his head dissatisfiedly, glared at the soldier in charge of the order, and made another attack gesture.

However, the troops behind him still did not move.

A close friend of Tessomok wiped off the sweat from his forehead and said tremblingly:

"Do you really want to attack...Tratoani, is that the Sun King?"

Under the golden throne of the sun, the whip continued to sound, causing many slaves to moan in pain.
Chapter completed!