A female Persian cat feels comfortable serving the owner. Augustine will definitely give it a candy, but she will definitely not give it two, because she is too doting. One day, it will stretch its claws to the owner. Even if it is naughty, it will scratch the owner who does not know how to train.

"Help me wear it."

He put away his quill and patted Mrs. Quentin's white and round peach-shaped arc, and signaled her to get up. Behind Gaia's mask was Mrs. Quentin's face of grief. Augustine checked the judgment book written in "Sardinian Doctrine". There were no grammatical errors or character flaws. He closed the Holy See books that no one was interested in except him, stood up and told her to organize the clothes of the two.

Ignoring the murderous eyes of the kitten, Augustine looked at the iron cage, and was in a good mood. He slowly said: "The key to determining whether a race can occupy a place or dominate the mainland is the level of fertility. Look at the dragon clan, each individual is a god, but their low fertility rate can only be born once in their lifetime, so that the most powerful creatures in the world are limited to living in the dragon veins. Unless the full warriors try to kill the dragon, they generally do not actively attack humans. It is not that they don't want to, but that they are afraid of humans who are as humble as ants but numerous. My private magic teacher once laughed and said that deciding that humans are the most prosperous race in this world, that is, humans can be in the estrus every day. Aunt Quentin, do you think it is right?"

"estrus?"

Mrs. Quentin, who was squatting down to help Augustine take care of her clothes, sneered, "Do I need this question to answer? Can the Knights who believe in the Saints have physical relationship with a 'bitter' on the Sabbath?"

Mrs. Quentin was obviously resentful of the comment Augustine threw to her.

"Oh, right, our actions just now proved this conclusion." Augustine suddenly said, and his eyes continued to stare at the Colosseum. "The fertility of the orcs is about 0.7 for humans, but humans finally defeated the two dark monarchs of the wolf clan and the vampire in the Epic Continent. The poor orcs became rats on the Muse Continent. The Muse [Demigod] had 72 seats in the Parliament, but symbolically gave one seat to the vast orcs. This is a very interesting phenomenon, and the racialists were puzzled. I think it was only one reason, that is, the Creator did not like this failed work."

"It turns out that the Dark Consul was not only an excellent conspirator and a profound theologian, but also an excellent thinker." Mrs. Quentin mocked.

"Since Prince Odise's treason has no real omnipotence. I have been working in this direction." Augustine walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with the "Sardinian Doctrine" under her armpit, turned her head and smiled strangely, "Who said that the knight's hand cannot play the piano on Mrs. Quentin's body?"

Mrs. Quentin snorted coldly, but she didn't have any confidence.

If you want to conquer women, please bring a whip and Caesar gold coins.

This is a ridiculous quote from a certain head of the Luotong Child family.

Augustine believed it without doubt.

The tauren chief in the Mississian iron cage was first chased by several shamans to the junction of the Muse Continent and the Kamiao Empire, and then was surrounded and captured by bounty hunters. The bounty association has reached an agreement with many secret organizations on the Muse Continent. One party pays the reward and the other party is responsible for driving away the prey. Both parties do not violate the sacred treaties established by the [Demigod] and the two major churches, and make cunning profits from the gray area. Each copper plate must be covered with the shrill blood of the half-orc race.

The Taurus Chief strangled his former ancestors in the iron cage but now he is a despicable natural enemy, humans. In the eyes of the orcs, humans are synonymous with weak, treacherous and cruel and bloody. When it was pulled out of a blood groove on its back by a giant sword coated with anesthetic agent, before falling to the ground, it knew its destiny. Its only wish was to kill one more human on the Epic Continent, so it completely ignored the puncture of the knight's sword and the burns of magic skills in the iron cage in the arena, and collided wildly. Once he grabbed his hands and feet, it would tear it apart.

The biggest difference between Mississy and other arenas is that it adheres to a promise. As long as you walk out of the iron cage once, you will immediately gain free status and even become a entourage of the Todd family. This is a slight dawn for any slave, and for the seven intermediate knights and four magicians on the field today.

They are fighting for freedom.

Unfortunately, their enemies abandoned their survival and fought for the last dignity that had no way out.

So the balance of victory gradually shifted from the stalemate at the beginning to the Taurus Chief who ignored the trauma. It burst out with all its life potential, using head-to-toe scars as a price to exchange for the lives of two knights and a magician.

It was covered in blood and held the neck of a human knight who was unfortunately caught by it, lifted it and hit the iron cage. The rough five fingers that had all the nails peeled off were clenched tightly, and the neck of the knight wearing white rose mail was broken. The head and body were divided into two pieces, which attracted a cheer from the Mississian audience. A knight mustered up the courage to take the opportunity to swing his sword and chop the thick arm of the bull-headed chief. In the arena, the knights would be assigned a temple ivory sword that proves the knight's identity, and a great sword that is more suitable for gladiator and melee combat. They are known as the "great bastard".

This great bastard made a contribution and cut off the arm of the bull-headed chief, twice as thick as a human woman.

The bull-headed chief turned his head, and with red eyes it stared at the knight who was afraid to retreat, and it did not even look at the broken arm.

He opened his bloody mouth and let out a huge roar.

It rushed towards the knight, and a savage collision pushed the knight against the iron bars of the iron cage, the chain mail was forced to be embedded in the body, and blood splattered.

The completely rampage chief of bullhead opened his mouth and bit the knight's head and bit it off in one bite.

The fanatic atmosphere that had been brewing for a long time reached a peak. Many nobles were already hoarse in their voices, and some rich people who came from the imperial capital to enjoy the special games were also in a state of hot and crazy.

A sharp knight gun penetrated into the unprepared Taurus Chief from behind.

The orc turned his head slowly, and the knight took advantage of this gap to increase the force and deepen the spear by several centimeters.

The only remaining arm of the bullhead chief held the spear and stabbed it hard. It stopped until the spear pierced through the chest. The iron cage gladiators who were still alive had a palpitation.

The three magicians and two have combat power, and one of them is sitting in the corner and is punched by the bull-headed chief and is dying.

There were only three knights left, but one more was soon sacrificed. The sneak attacker was turned around and chased by the bull-headed chief. The knight wanted to escape to the corner of the iron cage, grabbed the iron railing and tried to climb up.

Fight for honor and fight for freedom.

It's OK for the Knights.

But sacrificed for honor and died for freedom.

It's too stupid for a knight who has no firm faith.

The Mississian audience burst into laughter and tried their best to mock them.

The chief of bullhead ran over, and his mouth was rushing out of blood and bit the timid knight's butt, fixed him in the air, then stretched out his hand, tearing off one of the knight's thighs, and then bit off the other leg with his big mouth.

The knight fell to the ground.

The chief of bullhead spitted out his leg and slowly walked back to the center of the iron cage. He threw the victory in his hand out of two iron cages and smashed the most clamored nobleman outside the field. The guy was stunned for a moment, and then vomited in a mess.

It took advantage of the victory to chase and killed the remaining knights and magicians in the iron cage one by one.

Finally, the bull-headed chief, whose life was severely passed, knelt on the ground, stretched out his arm with a big sword, spread his five fingers, raised his head and roared.

In a shadow of Mississy Arena, a big man quietly made a gesture of wiping his neck.

The iron cage opened and a large knight with luxurious armor walked in.

It seems that it's time to end this boring game.

Suddenly, a glass wall was completely broken.

A handsome knight and a young lady wearing a mask are revealed.

If their clothes were not neat enough, many nobles subconsciously thought that the knights and ladies were too enthusiastic and intense, resulting in the destruction of glass. In fact, many of them longed to be able to hold a beautiful lady and work hard on the glass wall one day. As for the women of Mississy, the audience hoped that the knight could press himself against the glass wall without exception, to prove his courage and persistence in a certain aspect.

Someone who was about to step out of the shadow took a step back and completely hides in the darkness.

The young man who was following the knight walked out of the box carefully arranged by the Todd family, with a charming smile. Two or three noble ladies who had just recovered from the bloody competition of high orgasm lit up and sat down gracefully, hoping to give this knight of the same grade of noble ladies of the same grade, they were all famous rich widows or heirs of the great territory in Marceau County.

The man smiled gracefully at their charming eyes one by one, walked into the iron cage, came to the chief of the bull, bent down and asked quietly in the muse language, "Soldier, are you willing to be loyal to me?"

The bull-headed chief, who was ready to welcome death, did not react for a moment.

"I can give you what you want." Augustine smiled in the crappy muse language he learned from Elizabeth.

The chief of bullhead showed an ecstatic expression and nodded vigorously.

"What a vulgar story." Augustine said something that was probably not even the duke's parents could understand. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the head of the bull-headed chief, and directly exploded its head with a high-density magic ball without any warning.

Mrs. Quentin, wearing the Mother of Earth Gothic mask, stood in place in the room and sighed: "Augustin, you have declared war on Todd, the Lion King."
Chapter completed!