Chapter 9 Traitor

The people of Mandorla stood above the valley and pushed hard, only to see tens of thousands of rocks and trees rolling down the slope like an avalanche. At once the advance of the Hittite army was forced to interrupt, and the neat procession was instantly confused.

Even though they had prevailed, the Mandorla people were still pale and scared with their weapons, waiting for the queen's order, because they knew that the obstacle was only temporary, and the Hittite army could attack at any time.

Artemis, barely holding on to her sick body, reached out to Lars. Lars hurriedly took out the telescope and gave it to her.

Through the telescope, she looked at the last position of the Hittite army, and the Emperor's exclusive golden lion flag suddenly flashed into view. Her heart shook, and she secretly thought about how to get out of the dangerous situation at this moment.

She had previously planned that if they needed to retreat, they would run to the deepest part of the mountain range. But right now, even if they escaped, according to the speed of the Hittite army, they would be caught up before they reached the depths of the forest, and the situation would be even worse then.

She couldn't help but curse in her heart, "Everything can be prevented, but a traitor in the crowd is difficult to detect, all the plans are disrupted."

She had already guessed that there was a traitor among these people, otherwise the Hittite army would not have come so quickly. Her eyes scrutinized the crowd behind her, trying to find out who that person really was.

She rethought cautiously, tossing the binoculars in her hand to Lars. As she paced back and forth, she caught a glimpse of the Death Scorpion Fruit they had previously hoarded in the sunlight, and a flash of creative insight appeared. The anxiety in the lavender eyes faded slightly, and she ordered, "Scatter all the Death Scorpion Fruits along the ramp."

Once the order came out, the crowd was too stunned to speak, wondered to the extreme in their hearts, "That is our food. Oh my god, the most important thing needed to fight a war is food and weapons, none is dispensable, her order is undoubtedly self-destructive."

Seeing that they did not move, she raised her hand and waved it, a cold light flashed in her beautiful eyes, and her voice became more stern, "Those who do not want to die, do as you are ordered."

The call echoed in their ears, and Ross took the lead, which was because he instinctively trusted Artemis.

Roman and Opal then followed, thinking simply that the Queen was never wrong.

The three leading figures all took action, so the remaining Mandorla people, though they were puzzled, followed suit and overturned the fruits they had spent three hard months picking together.

Only the concern between Lore's eyebrows grew stronger, his brown eyes were so dark that no one could figure out what he was thinking. He let out a sigh and joined the crowd.

Under the concerted efforts of all the people all the Death Scorpion Fruits were poured down the ramp.

A few moments later, a miracle happened.

The round Death Scorpion Fruits were like an avalanche, pouring down in front of the Hittite army. When they stepped on it, each fell to the east and west because of the unstable center of gravity, some of them struggled to get up and instantly fell down.

All of them fell on their backs, and even those who didn't fall was also forced to get off the horse, because the horse was poisoned by eating the fruit on the ground, and fell to the ground with convulsions.

The neatly organized Hittite army was disrupted by this unprecedented surprise attack.

"Good opportunity, let's go, into the depths of the mountain range." Artemis gave a second command.

The call was given, and all followed her quickly into the depths of the legendary Gerry Mountain Range, from which no one had ever came out.

There were towering trees in the forest, which blocked all roads so tightly that it was impossible to distinguish the direction, so it has the title of maze

The people of Mandorla were apprehensive and somewhat fearful.

The real crisis was just emerging.