At this point, Luga suddenly stopped what he was doing, wiped the sticky juice of the fruit from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Aetius.

"As far as I know, I am indeed an excellent centurion, because my promotion made Anthony feel uncomfortable, plus Guy, this one is the Senate, the other is the Holy See, you did a balance in it to kill the killer, didn't you?" Luga's eyes were full of anger, and he did not fear anything because of his lack of strength, or flattery for fear that Aetius would kill the killer and protect himself.

Half a circle passed in the blink of an eye, and the rest of the time was already measured in seconds, and finally, the blue beast could not bear it anymore, and he began to show his fangs, which were the sharp long knives hanging from the sides of the wheels. In the sunlight, the long knife swirled, shimmering with a silvery blinding light.

At the corner, the blue chariot began to accelerate, and it became more and more obvious that his intention was to use the long knife on his wheel to break the wheel of the red chariot when he was about to reach the finish line.

"You finally decided to kill me, you just didn't think I would survive at the time." Luga said, squatting tired, sitting on the ground, looking up at Aetius, who was sitting in his seat, but his expression had changed color.

"I knew you wouldn't be so weak, so weak that you forgot all the mistakes you had made." When Luga said this, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, lowered his head, picked up a grape, blew away the dust on it, and then stuffed it into his mouth, and said coldly: "But as you wish, that Aurius. Luga, indeed, is dead, he died in that sea of fire, and he saw you faintly in the flames, reaching out and waving at you, hoping to be saved by you. But you, all along, showed not the slightest sympathy, and I really wanted to know how screaming you were. Speaking of this, Lu Jia couldn't help but close his eyes and take a deep breath, and then said slowly: "I don't know if you smell it, the smell of burnt flesh and blood is still in my nose." And the meat, it was really exactly the same as the meat roasted at the banquet, except that the roasted sheep were dead, but the man was alive, and he watched his flesh be roasted to the ground. The people stopped screaming, and their faces were as dead as if they didn't know it hurt. ”

Luga said this sentence by sentence in a very gentle tone, but the speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and the other people present were sallow, and lost their colors in front of Luga. It was probably what Luga said that hurt their stomachs, and no matter how much they thought about it, their stomachs were even more unbearable, but they still endured it, and kept themselves like soldiers who had seen the world in front of Luga.

"So what, this is war, as you saw at the time, the Burgundians surrounded you like a flood, and our cavalry stormed many times but could not tear a way out of their crowd." Aetius defended himself, his eyes looking sincere, not like he was lying, but Luga didn't think so.

"You're lying!"

As soon as Aetius's words fell, Luga directly interrupted him and said decisively, which really made Aetius a little dazed. Aetius obviously couldn't bear it anymore, and just vented his anger after venting, and then Luga didn't do a smooth push but added fuel to the fire, causing Aetius's right hand to involuntarily grip the hilt of the sword. The soldiers around them understood what Aetius meant, and they realized that Luga was playing with fire at this time, and everyone put their hands on the hilt of their swords, waiting for Aetius' order and then swarming them up.

"You don't recognize me because you're afraid of me, Lord Aetius!" Luga said, then picking up the last apple under the overturned fruit bowl.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you? Flavis. Luga! Aetius gritted his teeth at Luga's name, and the voice was like a squeeze between his teeth.

"Oh, Lord Aetius." Luga shrugged his shoulders, took a bite of the apple, and said, "I have proven to you that I am not afraid of the iron sword in your hand when I come here. However, you must know that if you kill the captain of the Imperial Army in such a public eye, then your reputation as a traitor is already established, and of course, imagine how long will a traitor live if there is a traitor in the Roman capital? It's a question, the answer, and it's in your hands. Luga pointed to the sword in Aetius's hand, said casually, and by the way, he stretched out his hand and swept the surrounding audience, and said to Aetius: "Do you think that I am not prepared for anything?" Of course, I can't live, and neither can you! ”

At this moment, only a loud crash was heard behind him, followed by an exclamation from the audience. Looking at it, it turned out that the blue chariot in the rear had overturned. The magnificent chariot completely lost the appearance of the departure, and shattered into several sections, and the rider was thrown out directly, landing unconscious in an inconspicuous position in the corner. The horses neighed, driving the wreckage of the car behind them forward, even if they overtook the red chariot in front of them and crossed the finish line, but there was no horseman, so they were defeated.

The rider of the red chariot stopped the horse, he was already victorious, so it didn't matter whether he hit the finish line or not, but he raised his head and enjoyed the cheers from all directions, swaggering back to the finish line like a triumphant.

"Who won?"

Aetius asked coldly at this time with the guards around him. But they were all silent, only Majorian hesitated for a moment, and then said slowly: "My lord, the car we pressed lost the car. ”

"I see."

Aetius' right hand rubbed against the jewel on the hilt of his sword, and his expression was solemn, listening to the cheers of the crowd, and he knew that it did not belong to him.

"The cheers of the audience are the lives of the competitors, and in the same way, the support of the nobility and the people is also our life, and we live for it." Aetius muttered as the guards beside him slashed at Luga's back as if they had read what he meant.

"Dang!"

With a crisp thud, the sparkle flew up, and the guard's sword was snapped off his hand, and it arced through the air and landed on the audience not far behind, causing quite a stir.

The guard was stunned, kneading his red, swollen and numb right hand, and looked back to see that it was Luga's guard who had arrived, and the person who had flown his iron sword was Andrew.

"Look, I just said that I was prepared." Luga said, presumably because he had eaten too much fruit and couldn't help but burp, but it didn't matter, but he saw that he held the last apple in his hand, looked at Aetius, and said with a smile: "Oh, I forgot to answer your question, what is there to keep flies away, the answer is to eat up everything they attract, so that you won't provoke them." ”