There is always a deviation between the plan and the reality, and this is the current situation.

People have to bow their heads under the roof, and in this case, Clifford has nothing to do, and with Christopher, the champion knight, his only remaining reliance is no longer a threat.

However, Clifford still made a final effort, "We can take us in, but the place where we are being held must not be too far away from Your Majesty, and we must leave two of our people by Your Majesty's side, otherwise, we will fight to the death." ”

"Good!" said Angelbena.

All they have to do is to completely empty the Grand Duke of Borg, ensure that he is not seriously injured and die, and there is no way to make waves, and they don't really want to do anything to the Grand Duke Borg.

The advantage of keeping them by the side of the Grand Duke of the Borg is that once the Grand Duke of the Borg has three strengths and two weaknesses, it can also prove their innocence.

The Grand Duke of Borg has already arrived in this field, even if he is a great knight, nine out of ten lives have gone, the chance of survival is very slim, and they will never want to be charged with killing the king.

Taking advantage of the handover between the two sides, Angie Bena deliberately created a gap period, and Sean, who was hidden in the shadows, slipped like a ghost to the seriously injured and unconscious Grand Duke Borg.

This male lion who has been leading the Manyu army for many years looks like a gray-haired old man at the moment, and the only thing that is different from ordinary people is his huge size.

The Grand Duke of Borg was even fatter than rumored, more than one meter nine tall, with three thick waists, and an estimated weight of more than half a ton, piled up there like a hill.

This kind of body type is rare even in Sean's previous life, not to mention this world where food is scarce and fat is a rare species.

Such a situation in the Grand Duke of Borg is a normal situation in Sean's opinion, when a person maintains the amount of food and digestion of the great knight, but does not have the corresponding amount of exercise, it is hellish not to be fat!

Sean didn't dare to slack off, and directly went deep into the body of Grand Duke Borg to check his physical condition, this place has become the biggest place of right and wrong in the castle, and the longer he stays, the easier it is to get into unnecessary trouble.

Sean didn't know whether to say Archduke Borg was lucky or unlucky.

The spear did not hurt any of his vital internal organs, nor did it cause internal hemorrhage, but it passed close to his heart, and then it was the great artery of the heart.

If it hits here, not to mention the big knight, even if it is a champion knight, he will have to be killed on the spot.

But the worst thing is that the Grand Duke Borg is too obese, and half of the spears are submerged in the body, and they are flooded by the accumulation of various important organs.

Not to mention that Sean is just a knight now, even if he is a champion knight who has reached the peak of his power control ability, he does not dare to move this spear at will, and the slightest carelessness is murder.

The only way is to open the chamber, and the risk is higher than direct extraction.

In other words, Grand Duke Borg is hopeless, at least Sean is helpless.

"Who are you, and where am I?"

Just when Sean successfully completed the task and was about to retreat, Grand Duke Borg, who had been in a deep coma, woke up and grabbed Sean's arm, obviously not fully awake.

Sean felt that it was not a hand holding him, but an iron gate, his bones were moaning, and he secretly screamed bad luck, he didn't wake up early or late, but he waited until this time to wake up.

However, Sean was not stunned, and pressed his other hand directly above the heart of the Grand Duke of Borg, and his whole body thoughts surged instantly, and an invisible big hand pinched the heart of the Grand Duke of Borg very hard.

Grand Duke Borg, who had not fully recovered consciousness, snorted, rolled his eyes, and fell into a coma again.

Sean didn't dare to stay for another second, and retreated the way he came.

He had just left for five or six seconds when the guards outside who heard the movement rushed in, and then they didn't leave an inch, and if they dared to force them again, they would be killed.

When Angel Bena saw that Sean had come out of it, she half-pushed and half-pushed, and no longer deliberately embarrassed them.

"What's going on? Just asking you to find out, how do you look like you've just had a major surgery?" asked Angelbena.

Sean does look a little miserable now, his face is pale, languishing, he will fall asleep at any time, and he is obviously overdepleted, but his eyes are bright and radiating excitement, like a big boy who has discovered a new toy.

Attacking Grand Duke Borg's internal organs with his mental power was completely a knee-jerk reaction, and it wasn't until he came out that he realized what a remarkable thing he had done.

One word kept echoing in Sean's mind - fighting cattle across the mountain.

This is a precursor to becoming a peerless master, Sean has a good YY in his heart.

"It's just a little accident, and it's been dealt with. ”

The steady personality is destined that Sean will only steal pleasure and will not show off, and briefly described the diagnosis of Archduke Borg to Angel Bena, with her current medical skills, she can judge for herself.

"This is the best result. ”

Angie Bena was overjoyed.

A lively Archduke Borg, or a dead one, is not in the interests of Angelbena, on the contrary, a half-dead Archduke Borg is in her best interest.

Even if the Grand Duke Borg is seriously injured, as long as he can appear in front of the world, the Manyu military leader will not be completely chaotic.

The slave gladiator revolt had to be a series of processes, and only by snowballing into a behemoth could it truly shake the foundations of the Manyu Army.

It can be said that now is the most vulnerable time for the slave gladiator uprising, not to mention the regular army of the Faeron family, only General Christopher needs to lead five thousand city defense troops to be able to kill them.

Gladiatorial fighting and military formations are completely different things, and in order to truly grow, slave gladiators also need to change their fighting style.

If the level of chaos is not enough, Anjibena's goal of shaking the current ruling policy of the Manyu military leader will not be achieved.

But if the Grand Duke Borg died, it would also be bad for her.

After all, she is an illegitimate daughter and is not in the ranks of the heirs, and once the Grand Duke Borg dies violently, the first in line to the throne, Viscount Philip, is the natural successor, and most of the lords and nobles of the Manyu military territory will swear allegiance, including Angie Bena and General Christopher, unless they want to become traitors to the Manyu military territory.

The Grand Duke of Borg is now hanging alive, and Angie Bena has more to do.

Although she had never heard the story of blackmailing the Son of Heaven to order the princes, this method was self-taught.

It is entirely possible to use the name of Archduke Borg to make the waters even more muddy during the time Viscount Philip returns to the Manyu military territory from the Broken Blood Keep, which will help her to take advantage of it.

"No, I can't hold on, find me a room, I'm going to squint for a while, and call me again if there's something." Sean yawned.

So far, the fastest way he can find to regain his mental strength is deep sleep, and the so-called meditation also refers to deep sleep, at least in this world.

Sean will never casually find a place to enter an unguarded deep sleep, it's not that he has a poor sense of security, it's really too fucked up in this world, if you're not careful, who knows when your little life will be gone, he has never been so hypocritical in his previous life.

Fortunately, Anjibena had been prepared for this beforehand, not only the manpower of Anjibena Hospital, but also the staff of the restaurant were evacuated, and the important people were arranged near the Castle of Faerun, and after the riot, they were taken in as soon as possible.

These include Valesta the Butcher, who has been renamed Bun, and Barton, Shaun's Andes Hound.

If you talk about trust, it should be the head dog Barton, it is not too much to say that it is like a brother to Sean, this is the first hunting dog raised by Sean, and he has been eating and living together for fifteen years, and he is about to develop spirituality, except that he can't speak, and his intelligence is no worse than those half-sized children.

The only regret is that as Sean's strength grows, Barton can't keep up with him, no matter how smart he is, it can't change the fact that he is a dog, and it can't become as strong and strong as a bear.

Especially after leaving Andes Mountain, without the hounds to dominate it, Barton's IQ advantage is not visible, there is no place for real heroes, there is nothing to do, can only hide far behind, protect yourself as the first priority, only the share of waving the flag and shouting.

Patton's temperament is very similar to Sean's master, he can be a majestic hound general, but also a wagging tail and a pleasing Taiping dog, and when the restaurant is busy, he can even act as half a waiter, which is very pleasing to those old customers.

In just a few months, he has gained nearly two laps, and he seems to notice that he is not as vigorous as before, Barton is on a weight loss plan, after all, it is a hunting dog that has undergone modern education and knows how to maintain health, and must not let himself be planted on the threshold of old age fat, it is to be a longevity dog.

The second is the bun, Sean has a natural affection for people with a tendon, because this kind of person's mind is not so complicated, how you treat him, he will repay you.

Although one of the tendons of the bun is acquired, the dependence on Sean can already give him a certain degree of trust, no matter what, he is also a person with the peak skills of a great knight, and even has the potential to become a champion knight.

Many pure people are deficient in a certain aspect, but they are easy to succeed in a certain aspect, and Baozi seems to be in this state.

He has now become the kind of person who is extremely pure, and most of the time every day except for eating and sleeping, there are only two things left, one is to practice the sword crazily, and the other is to accompany Barton in the sun in a daze.

I don't know if it's because of the focus, Baozi's swordsmanship has become more sharp and furious, and at the same time, his strength and speed are also steadily increasing, if it continues, it is not a dream for Sean to have a loyal champion knight fighter.

With this discovery, Sean is even more determined to turn the Valesta Butcher into a bun and start a champion knight training program.

Don't be misled, Sean's Champion Knight Training Plan is not to help Bunzi make a training plan, what are you kidding, he is still a knight himself, what qualifications does he have to make a training plan for a big knight, although this big knight is now training completely on instinct.

Sean is still what he does best - configuring high-energy, easy-to-digest nutritious meals.

Physical strength is also one of the important criteria for becoming a champion knight, regardless of whether you are an ordinary person or a champion knight, physical strength is not blown by the wind, but eaten from the mouth, reasonable nutrition matching, undoubtedly twice the result with half the effort, but how much effect it can really have, it is unknown, after all, the bun is just a fool, and he can't reflect his feelings to Sean.

Baozi's only flaw is his IQ, but the caretaker and Barton are a perfect match.

It's also interesting to say, Baozi and Barton are very close to each other, except for Sean, Baozi listens to Barton's call the most, as for how a person and a dog communicate, I don't know.

With one person and one dog here, Sean can sleep peacefully, even if Solo City is turned upside down, for a short time, Faeron Castle is safe.

No matter how well prepared Starbuck is, it will not be easy to gather a force that can capture Faeron Castle.

After all, the gladiator is a plate of loose sand that has never been condensed, and it is not easy to kneeze it into a ball now.

For the sake of secrecy, it was impossible for Starbuck to contact all the gladiators in a big way before, and the real core personnel belonging to him were no more than three digits at full play, and the other gladiators were improvised and instigated.

Rao is so, or Angel Bena helped them cover up in secret, otherwise Starbuck would have been hung on the cross at the corner of the street to show the public.

Starbuck and Dicron didn't waste much time in the Colosseum of Solo, and after suppressing the only resistance they had, they summoned the rebellious slave gladiators and rushed out, a cruel road paved with blood and corpses.

They didn't know that behind their uprising, there was a hidden behind-the-scenes man, and their hearts were full of tension, racing against time to gather slave gladiators, and only when they gathered enough people could they do more.

In the process of gathering the staff, Starbuck's jealousy was filled with a sense of pride.

The jealousy is due to the fact that he is also a multi-time gladiatorial champion and the king of gladiators, but when it comes to influence among slave gladiators, he is not as good as Dicklon.

The slave gladiators I met along the way said that it was a bit exaggerated to bow down, but the servants were like clouds but they were a true portrayal, and after only five streets, there were two or three hundred more people behind them, most of whom came for Dicklon.

Pride is naturally his own discernment, and he dragged Dicron over alive.

If it weren't for him, Dicron would still be a lackey for others, how could he have the chic scene now.

Dicron joined the rebel army, not entirely voluntarily, Starbuck's hand said that it was a good invitation, but it was actually a means to force Liangshan to go up.

But Dicron was one of those who either don't do it or do it for the best when he does, and the same is true when it comes to uprisings.

Dicron had a lot of experience in how to turn gladiators into soldiers, and Bill's gladiator army was brought out by him.

The experienced Dicron knew that the gladiators had already formed their own fighting style, and rashly restraining them with strict military discipline would not only not show greater combat effectiveness in a group, but would instead produce all kinds of internal contradictions, which would greatly reduce their combat effectiveness.

Skirmishers are the right way to regroup, to set a general direction, to let them combine freely, in squads, like wolves, swarming, they only need to center and adjust the squads that are deviated.

Before the number of people did not exceed 10,000, this method was the most efficient for gladiators.