Amy thought hard for a day but didn't think of any good idea.

Her injuries have not healed, so she spent most of her resting in the tent. When she woke up the next day, the sun was already in the air. She opened her eyes and looked at the top of the tent and rang for a while. Suddenly, the cry of a large group of pigs came from outside the tent.

"Pigs, come, you are obedient and follow me obediently. You are not ordinary pigs, but pigs with military organization, so you must obey orders in every move! Hey! Tell me! Don't go there, the direction is wrong... Hey! Did you hear it? Why did you follow me? Catch it back! The person who comes will catch it back!"

When he arrived at the source of the sound, Amy saw Ella commanding the farmers to drive away the pigs. Although pigs would go in the wrong direction from time to time, with the efforts of the farmers, the vast army of pigs was still barely moving towards Paris.

Amy came to Ella and asked, "Your Majesty, are you...?"

"Amy? Are you awake? I'm about to wake you up." Ella said, "Time is getting more and more urgent. Even if we haven't made up our minds, we have to move towards Paris."

"Take these tens of thousands of pigs... to attack Paris?"

"I also feel a little difficult...but this group of pigs is already the most elite force in my hands. They are at least fully armed, with thick skin and flesh, and those farmers..."

Amy knew what Ella was going to say. These farmers in the Almani Federation need weapons but no weapons, and armor, and even their morale may not be higher than that of pigs. As civilians, people from the Pirate Kingdom can fight more.

Just attacking Paris like this has a very slim winning rate.

"Your Majesty, I actually have an idea, I don't know if I should say it..."

"Amy, did you think of the idea?"

"It's not a good idea," said Amy. "There is a saying that he can cure his body by his own way. Since the Duke of Aquitaine discredits the Count of Ile-death by deliberately spreading the Black Death, we can do the same thing. Find the bodies of a few rats or those who died of illness and throw them into the army of Paris or the Duke of Aquitaine..."

"Don't say it." Ella interrupted Amy's words with a snap. "We can't do that."

"Your Majesty, using plague to fight the enemy is a common method used when the war is in full swing..."

"This is not an ordinary plague, this is the Black Death. Do you want to cause millions of innocent people to be victimized? Do you want to make Paris an empty city?" Ella looked at Amy sternly, "If I do this, what else can I have to join the Federation of Almany?"

"Your Majesty, you're right." Amy responded in a low voice, "Actually, I know you won't agree to it, Your Majesty."

"You can't blame you all, the situation is really bad now." Ella sighed, "I would have had some elite troops on my hands."

"King of Sweden!" Suddenly someone shouted, "A fleet is approaching the port!"

"Fleet? Whose fleet will come here?"

With a few doubts, Ella came to the port. The huge island of Movara Nijia still stood not far from the sea, and a large area of ​​white sails appeared on the farther sea.

These sails are flawless and have no patterns on them, so they cannot distinguish their origins. When they got closer, Ella noticed that these ships were not warships, but more like civilian fishing boats, with large and small sizes. The largest one seemed to be able to seat about twenty people, while the smallest one could only accommodate three or four people.

In short, this is not like an organized fleet, but more like a pieced together and rented several ships for temporary crossing of the sea.

There was a ship that was in the pirate kingdom, sailing in the front and landing all the other ships far behind. When it landed, a group of simple-dressed people walked down from the ship, including men and women, who looked like they were from all over the world, and the only thing that was the same was that all of them had a sword on their waists.

"Who are you?" The farmers stood in front of the group with their pitchforks and sticks.

And those who were wearing swords were not very friendly at the group of farmers who had already gathered on the shore: "Who are you? Why are you gathered here?"

Before he could reply, someone from the sword suddenly pointed in the direction of Ella: "Look! It's Miss Scipio! This is Miss Scipio's army!"

And Ella had already guessed the clues: "You... are you from Antilia, right?"

"Yes!" the group replied, "When the swordsman heard about the incident in the Almani Federation, he thought that the Duke of Aquitaine could not be the consul of the Federation, so he brought us in person! His ship was right behind!"

"The Sword Saint is here?"

Ella was delighted. Hunter Mistertin had been thinking behind closed doors in Antilia, not asking about the world. Last time Ella wanted to deal with Ibn Sina, but he didn't take action. He didn't expect that he would take the initiative to interfere in the Almani Federation. In this way, things would be easier. Crodis could be handed over to the Sword Saint to deal with, and his disciples would also become an extremely sharp sword on the battlefield.

"Get some firecrackers out and set them off! Let's see if there is a red carpet!" Ella waved her hand proudly, "Try to welcome the arrival of the Sword Saint as enthusiastically as possible!"

Soon, the sound of firecrackers sounded from the harbor. Influenced by the memory a few days ago, the pigs began to snore and restless.

"Your Majesty, as soon as the firecrackers were set off, the pigs began to run around again!"

"I think it's quite lively, so let them run away! Just catch them later!"

Ella waited happily for the arrival of the Sword Saint.

After a short half a day, the fleet landed. A group of people who also held swords walked down from the ship one after another. Ella counted and said that the number of swordsmen from Antilia was nearly 200.

They arrived on the shore and soon formed two teams, neatly standing on both sides. Soon after, two people came from the middle. Ella recognized the woman walking in front and waved to greet him: "Lily! You are here too!"

Lily Mistertin heard Ella's voice and nodded slightly at Ella. Although she and Ella are acquaintances, they have no intersection or anything to say.

And behind Lily, a angrily voice came: "It's not just Lily, right? And I'm also here. I left for a few days, and you ignored your master?"

Ella looked behind Lily and saw Dust walking towards this side with his head shrank.

"Ah--" Amy covered her mouth in surprise, "You are still alive."

"What do you mean I'm still alive!" Dust protested loudly, "I'm surprised that for so many months, no one has come to save me. So you have treated me as a dead person!"

"Master, don't talk!" Ella poked her head left and right behind Dust several times, "Where is the Sword Saint? Where is the Sword Saint?"

The people on both sides quietly raised their hands. Ella followed their fingers and finally landed on Dust.
Chapter completed!