"There's no time, Shag, quick!" Zeus jumped to his feet in a hurry, and he urged the beagle to open the carriage.

Shag rushed out in the blink of an eye like a golden bolt of lightning. As soon as he appeared, he attracted the attention of many soldiers: "This golden retriever is the bodyguard of the holy mouse! But it's strange, he should be staying underground now!"

"Early in the morning, this dog coaxed the crows all over the field, as if he had an enmity with them!"

"What about the holy rat?"

"Then he showed up once, and then he was gone!"

"Look, how he got out from under the carriage—yes, how he ran over and bit the bolt! Oh my God, he pulled it out with all his might!"

"It's a big deal, the carriage is open!"

The carriage was really opened. Shag gritted the bolt with his teeth, pulled the thing out, then lifted another leg and kicked the carriage open. His movements were extremely fast, and a large amount of light suddenly poured into the dim carriage, illuminating the pair of white tiger mother and son who couldn't open their eyes.

"Come out quickly, I'll take you away!"

"Mom!" the little white tiger jumped up suddenly, he broke free from his mother's embrace, and looked impatient to try.

"Where are we going to run?"

"Hurry up and put Dura on my back!"

"Meng'er, don't go anywhere, stay, be obedient!" Mother Baihu was afraid that if they acted rashly, they would bring disaster to themselves. When they are locked in the carriage, they are "mythical beasts", and if they escape, they will become "prey" to be chased and captured!

"I don't want it, Mom!" Meng Er stepped back step by step, "I've been here enough, I'm going to escape!"

"There's danger out there! As soon as you get out, those soldiers will pounce on you, and there are so many traps in the field—"

"Mom, you come with me, as long as we escape, they will definitely not be able to catch up with us!" The little white tiger was right, once the tiger runs, the speed is very amazing, and no war horse can catch up with them.

"Quick, I'll take you out, and if you continue like this, it'll be too late!" said Shag barking wildly.

Seeing that his mother was still hesitating, the little white tiger turned around desperately and rushed out of the carriage. A beautiful flying body, like a storm of wind swept up, Meng Er jumped out of the carriage and landed on the field covered with thick marble powder outside.

"OMG!"

The sun shone on the little white tiger, making him flicker like a blazing white sun—he was so beautiful and vigorous, even though he was a small one, he was enough to be terrifying!

Shag looked at Meng Er as if he was stupid, and after the exclamation just now, he forgot what to do next.

Zeus was also stunned, and the soldiers on the field were even more shocked. This series of accidents happened quickly and unpreventably, so that they couldn't come back to their senses for a while.

The little white tiger was very vigilant, he glanced at the soldiers standing in the distance, armed with weapons, and saw that they were all stunned, so he turned his head and shouted at his mother: "Quick, mother!"

Seeing that her son had escaped, Baihu's mother couldn't hold it anymore. She jumped to her feet and rushed out of the carriage like a white gust of wind.

After falling to Meng'er's side, she flicked her long tiger tail and patted the big hound: "Shage, take us away!"

Shag snapped to his senses, but in his opinion, the adult tigress was much more beautiful and charming. He imagined the scene of the white tiger mother and son running on the Guangmiao grassland in Bangladesh, and his eyes were full of admiration and fascination.

"Follow me!" shouted Shag and ran.

The doors of the Colosseum were wide open, and hundreds of jaw-dropping Roman subjects had just entered, leaving their seats and flocking there, just to catch a glimpse of the young emperor and the great general!

Just now they had seen the procession of oncoming people along the wide avenue outside the gate, and the huge and complex group of ministers, nobles, soldiers, gladiators, and common people looked really spectacular.

The Emperor and his queen stood proudly on two golden chariots drawn by white warhorses, one of them dressed in a splendid royal robe, a dazzling crown, and a large cloak of crimson embroidered gold thread on the floor, and the other, regardless of her attire, her beauty alone was thrilling enough!

These two supreme beings made all the people fall for it, and they were mad for it, and the shouts, the shouts, the prayers, the voices—the voices were intertwined, and the voices formed a huge and terrifying wave that literally swept the heavens and the earth, and shook the mountains and rivers!

In front of the golden chariot, the great general Stikoli rode on his tall war horse, which was known for his bravery, and he looked so majestic and magnificent.

Behind the chariot were thousands of noble-minded courtiers, dressed in splendid toga, standing on their own bronze chariots, riding on carefully selected horses, carrying them by slaves in their exquisite palanquins, and still others walking with great grace and grace—once the eyes fell on these Roman elites, it was difficult to look away.

They are not only the most wonderful embodiment of Rome's atmosphere, but also the ultimate embodiment of Rome's majesty and luxury.

The courtiers were followed by thousands of gladiators, slaves, infidels, and condemned prisoners, who came from different countries and peoples of the world, and whose distinctive attire was difficult to describe, such as their strange hairstyles and words. Their feet were chained, and the chains were joined together, forcing them to keep as much pace as possible, but how easy was it for tens of thousands of people to do it at the same time?

They sometimes fall awkwardly, and occasionally they are dragged and crawled on the ground by the people in front of them, and they will break bones and lose teeth as a result - the sound of "dang chang" made when the iron chain is driven gathers together, and it is transmitted by hundreds of thousands of feet, how strong the momentum is, if you don't hear it with your own ears, you really can't imagine it. It was mixed with moaning, crying, wailing, and swearing, making the loud noise sound like it came from hell.

It is difficult to count the number of the people who were in the city of Rome and the people who came from all over the land. They were interspersed with the procession, full of excitement and joy. They are here to celebrate the holidays and celebrate the big things. They were eating and drinking, and some were throwing spices, coins, and fresh fruit around. They were proud and proud to be Roman citizens.

When they think of the carnage they will see at once, the sight of the endless blood, and the screams that they can't stop screaming, they will dance with extreme excitement and excitement.

There were also many soldiers guarding the team, wearing shiny and majestic military uniforms, holding murderous weapons in their hands, all of them as if they were the reincarnations of the gods of war or heroes.

Countless more people of all colors crowded into the procession, some foreigners, some merchants, some thieves, some worshippers—and behind them were small groups of self-contained processions, governors of distant provinces who had come to watch the gladiatorial performances, and their courtiers.

When the subjects gathered at the gate of the Colosseum saw such a procession, they unconsciously cried out, for their mood at that moment was indescribable, and all kinds of extreme enthusiasm had gathered in their hearts, and then turned into a deafening cry of joy, which roared out of their trembling high-pitched throats.