The horrifying scene that happened in front of her made Ella take a step back slightly. She knew that she could not continue to stay by Tessosomok. At the same time, she also knew that she had no way to clear her suspicion of assisting the Aztlans, and was caught by Hestein here. So she quietly gave the guards around her, ready to retreat while Tessosomok's army was slashing wildly.

Tessomok raised his head from the chest of a city-state soldier. His face had become bloody, and his mouth was still chewing the meat of half of his heart, making him look like a beast that was eating. He turned around and wanted to see the soldiers' follow-up, but happened to see Ella who was about to retreat. So he swallowed the remaining heart in one bite, regardless of the frontal situation of the battlefield, turned around and returned to Ella with big strodes:

"King of Sweden, what are you going to do? Are you going to retreat too?"

Although he is an ally, such a Tessomok is really scary.

"You told me not to interfere in the Northern Alliance." Ella replied as calmly as possible, "Now the enemy is about to attack your army, I'd better avoid it first."

"No." said Tessosomok, "You have to stay here now and watch me defeat the Northern Alliance!"

"You killed the soldiers of the lords of the states that you finally won. Our plan has failed! Even if you keep me, it will have no purpose!"

"If these lords don't work, then there are naturally other people who are useful. Besides, they are on the battlefield and are killed when they retreat, they can't blame me!" Tessomok twisted his head back and forth, "But I still understand one thing. If you want to replace the Sun King, the Feather Snake God is the best place to tell me!"

Seeing that Ella still had the intention to retreat, Tessomok suddenly glared at her eyes, stretched out her bloody hands and grabbed Ella's shoulders!

A sharp murderous aura suddenly came from behind. Tessomok's tiger body shook, and when he turned his head, he felt a powerful magic power coming to his face!

The magic power had no specific shape, and seemed to condense the murderous intent into an invisible and substantial hammer. Wherever the magic power was overwhelmed, whether it was slaves, the defeated army of the lords of each state, or the warriors of Trakopanbang, they were all crushed into powder. The blood rain fell from a high place of one person, dyeing a blood-red carpet on the ground. The carpet was spreading all the way towards Tessosomok!

Tessomok had to put Ella aside and pour magic power on his fists. When the blood-colored carpet was spread in front of him, he shouted loudly and punched the invisible magic power!

Tessosomuk's magic punch was enough to hit the stone-made city wall, but it still seemed a little inferior in front of this magic power that was rushing towards the face. Most of the power was offset by this reverse punch, but the remaining aftermath still pressed Tessosomuk's body towards the ground, not to the calves!

In a trembling sense of oppression, Heistai, holding the spear, walked step by step in front of Tessosomok.

"What a strong force." Tessomok pulled his legs out of the mud, with a smile on his lips, "You are the commander of the Northern Alliance, the 'Hestein' in the mouth of this Swedish king, isn't it? Come, let's fight!"

However, Hestein's attention was not on Tessoxomuk from beginning to end. His eyes passed through Tessoxomuk's shoulders, like a sharp sword that penetrated directly into Ella: "Sepia, what the hell are you doing here?"

Ella didn't know how to answer Hestein's question for a moment. In the short time when she was hesitating, Tessomok, who was ignored, could no longer bear it: "Look at what he is doing, I am the warrior who wants to duel with you!"

Hestein glanced at Tessomok, swept the spear in his hand, and another surging magic power rolled towards Tessomok. Tessomok shouted loudly and punched him. After the two magic powers hedged, Tessomok's body was once again pressed into the mud by the aftermath that could not be handled cleanly!

Before Tessomok could pull his body out of the mud, Hestein stabbed the spear in his hand towards Tessomok. Although the continuous moves weakened the magic of the sting, the magic contained in it was still enough to penetrate a fully armed chariot!

At the critical moment, Tessosomuk turned his body hard, allowing the spear to avoid his vital points. Then, something surprising happened. He grabbed the spear inserted into his body with his left hand, preventing Hestein from pulling the spear back, and then punched his right hand and broke half of the spear. He pulled the half of the spear out of his body and threw it towards Hestein. Taking advantage of Hestein's avoidance, Tessosomuk jumped out and pulled the distance into the range of his fist!

With a "bang", Tessosomok's fist was blocked by Hestein, but Hestein seemed to be unable to bear the force of Tessosomok's boxing and took a step back slightly. The excitement made Tessosomok temporarily forget the pain of the wound. He took out all his strength and swung his fists at Hestein one after another!

"You are the type who releases magic power!" Tessomok roared, "So when it comes to close combat, I won't lose to you!"

Although Hestein's magic power is strong, it will take some time to accumulate strength to release the magic power. However, Tessomok's fist was not used. He swung out one punch after another, and each punch was exerting his own strength, and he forced Hestein backwards repeatedly.

"Your magic is indeed overwhelming." Tessosomok shouted while chasing, "But the duel is more than just a competition of the level of magic!"

Perhaps because he couldn't hold on, for a moment, Hestein's punch slowed down. Tessomok seized the opportunity and punched Hestein's heart with one punch-

A lightning-like white light flashed in front of Tessolomok. The moment the white light appeared, Tessolomok's face changed drastically, and he took two steps backwards. However, Hestein had already held an iron sword in his hand.

But what Sosomok was afraid of was not the iron sword itself. With his strength, it was more than enough to smash the iron sword with one punch. What he was afraid of was Hestein's sword-holding action - the familiar posture reminded him of the culprit who injured him in Britain, the Knight King Alfred.

He stared at the iron sword in disbelief, Hestein did not move, but the strange sword path of Alfred that night had already been replayed in his mind.
Chapter completed!