A large number of soldiers poured into the arena, some of them began to clean up the broken bones of the field, and some went straight down to check whether the beasts in cages were still safe and sound, and whether the sophisticated machines underground were still functioning.

After about half an hour, they climbed up from the ground along the passage at the edge of the field, and each one of them looked a little exhausted, and it was no wonder that the machines that were used to send gladiators and beasts into the arena by surprise were so large and cumbersome that it was certainly not an easy task to control them.

The soldier who had gone to report to Kastoh had returned, and with a pair of confused and glazed eyes, he shouted at everyone: "Cheer me up, the herald will be here soon!"

"Herald, oh my God!" Zeus, who was standing in the lion's head vent, jumped to his feet, "Dura, hurry, stop pecking, this golden cage is so strong that we can't open it!"

Dura, who was desperately pecking at the bolts on the carriage with a flock of pigeons, stopped, her wings flickered in mid-air, and she looked at Zeus in bewilderment: "Who is the herald? Why did he suddenly come here?"

"He's a personal entourage of the great general Stiliko, named Kasto, and he's pretty and very shrewd! He's the one who brought these vigorous guys—ahhhh

Dura turned her head to see several soldiers gesturing at them with their catapults.

"Where did these pigeons come from?" the soldier who told the news waved his fist impatiently, "get rid of them! Oh my God, there are broken bones and rotten flesh everywhere, don't you see them? Hurry up and clean them up! Drag up all the marble powder from the underground storehouse, and sprinkle bags and bags on the ground to cover all the blood stains! Count how many beasts have not escaped from the carriage? Push them all to the ground! Hurry up and set up all the lifts and get them all in place! Oh, by the way, the golden carriage is there, and no one is to move, this is a special order from the herald!"

The field was a mess, and the horses pulling the carts were all bitten to death by the beasts that ran out, and broken corpses, bitten pieces of meat, and messy skeletons were scattered everywhere.

The pigeon, who seemed to have dementia, was named Thoma, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he grabbed two wings and went through the vent and got into the carriage. When the rest of the pigeons saw this, they tried to burrow into the vents, and Dura shouted behind them, "Fly back to the temple, or it will be too late." ”

The pigeons reacted, flapping their wings and flying high in the blink of an eye.

"Dura, come in!" Zeus said, pointing to the largest vent next to him, to his beloved mount.

Dura followed Thoma's example, clamped her wings, held her breath, and squeezed in. She saw the flake of gold on the ground at a glance, "Ha, I finally found it!" and as she spoke, she flew over and picked up the treasure.

"It's weird. Zeus jumped on the head of the mother white tiger and said to her with a frown, "Do you see? The soldiers pushed all the carriages into the ground, whether they were empty or locked up in beasts—"

"Only we were left with this. The mother of the white tiger also seemed very puzzled.

"Castor has specifically instructed them not to move this carriage. But I think this is clearly an ulterior motive!"

"You're so clever, little one, and you can see the crux of the matter at a glance. The mother tiger raised one of her front paws, and the little mouse jumped up and slowly fell to the ground with that front paw.

Zeus smiled mischievously at the White Tiger Mother, then turned to Miss Pigeon and said with a smile: "Dura, you put that little piece down first, I suddenly have an idea." ”

Dura tilted her head and looked at Zeus curiously.

The little white tiger named "Meng'er" jumped up at once, and he wanted to pounce and grab the little mouse, but his mother's front paws were firmly pressed to the ground.

"You take me down to the ground, and we'll go and find out. ”

"Little one, what do you want to do?" the mother white tiger looked at the little mouse in surprise.

Zeus stroked his beard and deliberately said in a light tone: "Ah, when is it, I'm hungry too." Oh, don't you smell it, the smell of the cream muffins coming from the ground is still fresh!"

"I see—" Mother White Tiger muttered in disappointment.

The little white tiger roared at Zeus angrily.

"Haha, it seems that the slaves underground have not run out, at least the barbarian mothers-in-law with chains on their legs who cook for the gladiators are still there. ”

Mother White Tiger's eyes lit up suddenly: "You mean-"

"This is my territory, there's nothing I don't know! Last night, a gang of unscrupulous fellows came to the Colosseum in the middle of the night, drugged the vigil trainers, and when they fell, they took them away. It is estimated that they didn't take those mothers-in-law seriously, and they thought it was too troublesome to shackle them, so they left them behind. The mouths of the mother-in-law are broken, what do you want to know, run under their robes and hide for a while, and they will all hear it!"

The little white tiger was a little stunned, he didn't expect this little mouse that looked thin to spin so fast.

Mother White Tiger couldn't hold back her overjoyed expression, she looked at Zeus with a smile in her eyes, and praised her sincerely: "You are really smart and clever, but you let Dura take you, what if those mothers-in-law want to arrest her?"

"In case I am discovered, Dura will be able to help me out! Anyway, they were all handcuffed and couldn't get out of the kitchen. Dura can fly again, she can't be caught easily!"

"Aha, that's a brilliant idea!" Old Thoma flapped his wings and cried out, "I'll go, I'll go! Count me in!"

Zeus tugged at his beard and thought for a moment, "Two pigeons—it's double insurance!, well, come too!" As he spoke, he turned to Dura, and asked knowingly, "Would you like to help this time?"

Dura put down the golden flakes and smiled so hard that both of her eyes were bent into crescents: "Come on, let's go!"