A female Persian cat will serve the owner comfortably, Augustine will definitely reward it with one candy, but never two, because it is too spoiled, it will one day stretch out its paws to the owner, even if it is naughty, it will scratch the owner who does not know how to train.

"Help me get dressed. ”

He put away the quill pen, patted Madame Quentin's white and round peach-shaped arc, and motioned for her to get up, behind Gaia's mask was Madame Quentin's grief-stricken face, Augustine checked the book of judgment written on the Doctrine of Sardinia, there were no grammatical errors, no character blemishes, closed the papal books that no one cared about except him, stood up, and told her to tidy up their clothes.

Ignoring the kitten's murderous eyes, Augustine looked at the iron cage, was in a good mood, and said slowly: "The key to determining whether a race can occupy a place or dominate the continent is the level of fertility. If you look at the dragon race, every individual is an existence similar to a god, but their low fertility rate of only giving birth once in a lifetime makes the world's most powerful creatures limited to inhabiting the dragon veins, unless the warriors who are full of food and support try to slay the dragon, they generally do not take the initiative to attack humans, not that they don't want to, but they are afraid of humans who are as humble as ants but there are many humans. My personal magic teacher once joked that the most fundamental factor that determines that humans are the most prosperous race in the world is that humans can be in heat every day. Aunt Quentin, don't you think that's right?"

"Heat?"

Lady Quentin, who was crouching down to help Augustine with his clothes, sneered, "Do you need me to answer this question, but the knight who believes in saints can have a physical relationship with a 'bitch' on the Sabbath?"

Madame Quentin was visibly upset by the comments that Augustine had thrown at her.

"Oh, yes, what we just did proved that conclusion. Augustine said suddenly, his eyes continued to stare at the Colosseum, "The fertility of the half-orcs is about 0.7 of that of humans, but the humans finally defeated the two dark monarchs of the wolf clan and the vampire in the Epic Continent, but the poor half-orcs were reduced to street rats in the Muse Continent, and the muse [demigod] council has 72 seats, but it symbolically gives 1 seat to the vast variety of half-orcs." It's an interesting phenomenon, and ethnologists don't think it's a good reason, and that's that the Creator doesn't like this failed work either. ”

"It turns out that the Dark Archon was not only a good conspirator and a profound theologian, but also a brilliant thinker. Lady Quentin scoffed.

"The Holy Empire has not had a true all-rounder since Prince Otis treasoned. I've been working in that direction. Augustine walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with the Doctrine of Sardinia between his armpits, turned his head and smiled weirdly, "Who said that a knight's hand can't play the piano on Madame Quentin's body?"

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

If you want to conquer a woman, bring a leather whip and Caesar coins.

This is the absurd quote of a certain Rotonchild head of the family.

Augustine was convinced.

The minotaur chief in the Mississisi iron cage was first chased by several shamans to the junction of the Muse Continent and the Kamiao Empire, and then was rounded up and captured by the bounty hunters, the Bounty Society has reached an agreement with many secret organizations in the Muse Continent, one party pays the reward, the other party is responsible for driving the prey, neither side violates the sacred treaty made by the [Demigods] and the two Holy Sees, and makes cunning profits from the gray area, and every copper plate must be stained with the terrible blood of the half-orc race.

The Minotaur chieftain strangled his former ancestors in an iron cage, but now he is a despicable natural enemy, humans. In the eyes of the orcs, humans are synonymous with weakness, treachery, cruelty and blood. When it was pulled out of a blood groove in the back by a giant sword coated with anesthetic, it knew its fate before it fell to the ground, and its only wish was to be able to kill one more human in the Epic Continent, so it completely ignored the piercing of the knight's sword and the burns of its magic skills in the iron cage of the arena, and rushed wildly, once he grabbed his hands and feet, it was directly torn.

The biggest difference between Mississiy and other arenas is that it keeps a promise, as long as it gets out of the iron cage alive, it will immediately gain free status, and even become a servant of the Todd family, which is a glimmer of hope for any slave, and this is true for the 7 mid-level knights and 4 magicians on the field today.

They are fighting for freedom.

It's a pity that their enemies have abandoned their survival and are fighting only for the last dignity from which there is no way out.

So the balance of victory shifted from the initial stalemate to the Minotaur Chieftain, who ignored the trauma, and burst into full life potential, trading head-to-toe scars for the lives of two knights and a magician.

Covered in blood, it grabbed the neck of a human knight who was unfortunately caught by it, lifted it up and hit the iron cage, and the rough five fingers with all the nails peeled off clenched fiercely, twisting the neck of the knight in the white rose chain mail, and the head and body were split in two, which caused a burst of cheers from the Mississian audience. A knight plucked up the courage to swing his sword and slash at the bull-headed chieftain's thick arm, and in the arena, the knight was assigned a temple ivory sword to prove his knighthood, and a large sword more suitable for gladiatorial and melee combat, known as the "Great Bastard".

The great bastard did his job, cutting off the bull-headed chieftain's arm, which was twice as thick as a human female.

The Minotaur turned his head, and the red-eyed knight stared at the retreating knight without even looking at the severed arm.

He opened his mouth wide and let out a loud roar.

It lunged at the knight, a savage charge that pressed the knight against the iron bars of the cage, and the chain mail was forced into its body, and blood splattered.

The bull-headed chieftain, who had gone completely rampant, opened his mouth and bit the knight's head and bit it off.

The frenzy that had been brewing in Mississia for a long time reached a climax, and many nobles and lords had already shouted hoarse, and some rich people who had come from the imperial capital to enjoy the special games had also fallen into a state of madness.

A sharp knight's spear plunged into the unsuspecting Minotaur chief from behind.

The orc slowly turned his head, and the knight took advantage of the gap to increase his strength, deepening the spear piercing a few centimeters.

The Minotaur chieftain's only remaining arm grasped the spear and poked it so hard that it didn't stop until the spear pierced his chest, and the gladiators in the iron cage who were still alive palpitated.

Two of the three magicians were combat-ready, and one was sitting in the corner, dying after being punched in the chest by the Bull-Headed Chieftain.

There were only three knights left, but one more was soon killed, and the sneak attacker was chased by the bull-headed chieftain, who tried to escape to the corner of the cage, grabbing the iron railing and trying to climb up.

Fight for honor, fight for freedom.

It's all okay for knights.

But to die for honor, to die for freedom.

It would be foolish for a knight who is not firm in his faith.

The Mississinian audience burst into laughter and taunted as much as they could.

The Minotaur ran wildly, his bloody mouth biting the cowardly knight's buttocks, pinning him in mid-air, and then reaching out and tearing off one of the knight's thighs alive, and then biting off the other leg with his big mouth.

The knight falls to the ground.

The bull-headed chief spit out that leg, slowly walked back to the center of the iron cage, threw out two iron cages of victory in his hand, and smashed them on one of the nobles who shouted the most on the sidelines, the guy was stunned for a moment, and then vomited all over.

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

Eventually, the bull-headed chieftain, whose life was dying, knelt on the ground, stretched out his arm with a great sword, spread his fingers, and roared with his head up.

Somewhere in the shadow of the Mississippi Arena, a big man quietly made a gesture to wipe his neck.

The iron cage opened, and a large knight in rich armor walked in.

It seems that it is time to end this boring game.

Suddenly, a glass wall shattered completely.

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

If it weren't for the fact that their clothes were neat enough, many nobles subconsciously thought that the knights and noblewomen were too enthusiastic and fierce in their movements, which led to the destruction of the glass, in fact, many of them longed to one day be able to hold a beautiful lady against the glass wall and work fiercely, as for the Mississinian women audience, without exception, hoped that the knight could press himself against the glass wall to prove his courage and persistence in some way.

Someone who was about to step out of the shadows took a step back and completely disappeared into the darkness.

The young man who looked like a knight walked out of the well-arranged box of the Todd family, his smile charming, and the eyes of two or three noblewomen who had just recovered from the bloody competition of high tides lit up, and they quickly sat down gracefully, wanting to give this knight who had a good first impression the same grade of noble lady style, they were all famous rich widows or heirs to large territories in Marceaushire.

The man smiled gracefully at their wink, stepped into the iron cage, came to the Bullhead Chieftain, bent down and whispered in the Muse Continent language, "Warrior, are you willing to be loyal to me?"

The Minotaur Chieftain, who was ready to meet death, did not react for a moment.

"I can give you what you want. Augustine laughed in the broken muse language he had learned from Elizabeth.

The Minotaur looked ecstatic and nodded vigorously.

"What a vulgar passage. Augustine said something that even the Duke's parents could not understand, and he stretched out his hand, pressed it on the head of the bull-headed chieftain, and directly exploded its head with a high-density magic ball without warning.

Lady Quentin, wearing the Gothic mask of Mother Earth, stood in place in the room and sighed, "Augustine, you have declared war on Todd, the Lion King. ”