"Hmph! As soon as he finished speaking, the priest was already brandishing his staff and running towards Srimore. Duke saw that someone wanted to hurt his daughter, and immediately raised his sword and prepared to fight, when the priest picked up the staff and was about to touch Duke's blade, he could no longer control his body, and a powerful magical force made his whole body float instantly. The proponents of the sacrifice in the audience immediately erupted in thunderous applause, and they thought that their future leader had used magic to fly up to the roof. "Are you stupid? Get the out of here. The priest threw away his staff, kicked his legs and shouted loudly.

Amos couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw this, and he grabbed a chair out of the air, and sat on it to rest and watch the interesting battle with great interest. After a while, he spoke, "Andy, isn't it shameful for you to play like this on someone's turf?"

Andy didn't reply, he looked at the priest drifting farther and farther away, coughed dryly, and unloaded his magic, then bent down to pick up Sreemore. At this time, Beatrice had completed her transformation, and the Saxons exclaimed in surprise at the black dragon that suddenly appeared in the gladiatorial arena. They thought they were tall and burly, and they always had a contemptuous attitude towards the bodies of other races in the vast continent, but the sudden appearance of the black dragon was almost able to break through the roof, which definitely taught the unprepared Saxons a lesson.

Amos glanced at his companions, then looked down at his own outfit, he didn't think the Calby elves should be so scruffy, but there were shirtless and brutal Saxons with clubs in their hands, and he really couldn't find anything to replace his dirty clothes. After thinking about it, he thought it would be better to get out of here as soon as possible. "Don't make a fuss, are you ready to go?" he asked solemnly. Andy hugged the fainting Sremore and replied, "I don't have a problem here." ”

Duke swung his sword, and the ground in the arena trembled instantly, and the Saxons who rushed down from the audience were blocked from the circle. The priest, who was supported by the crowd, searched everywhere for the lost staff, and had no time to care about anything else. As a lame Saxon coolie ran towards the sacrifice with the staff in his hand, the auditorium was suddenly overturned by a powerful force, and the rocks splattered everywhere, and the gladiators who had come to dodge were swept into the massive roots with the churning of the earth.

The priest was really angry this time, and he shouted loudly with a frowning brow, "Lord Amos of the Akatsuki Council is sitting here, which bold fanatic dares to come here to spread wild?" The voice spread far away, and the oval-shaped gladiatorial arena instantly fell silent, and even Andy, who was about to leave, stood still. He glanced back at the messy stands and asked, puzzled, "Something seems to be going on up there." Amos heard the shouts of the priest, and he felt that this obscene-looking creature seemed stupid, but he was accustomed to the tricks of a fox and a tiger. He stood firm and shouted back to the audience: "I'm not an adult, you can see clearly, my clothes are not even as glamorous as yours." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the priest immediately climbed up to the roots, and then searched everywhere for his staff. "Are you looking for this stick?" a humble greeting came from under the roots. The priest was stunned at first, he felt that he was indeed very ashamed just now, and he was humiliated instead of pleasing Amos, and now a root came out of the ground but treated himself so kindly, he felt that this was a golden opportunity. The priest replied confidently, "Yes, yes, yes...... Hahaha, I'll just say! This place still belongs to the Saxons, and whoever it is, we need to leave a little bit of flour for our ancestors. "He completely regarded the root that had emerged from the ground as his ally.

"You must have misunderstood, stupid Saxon, I just asked you if this stick was yours. Nesu's attitude has not changed this time, and he is still so modest, but his words are very casual, and he actually uses the word "stupid". It was unacceptable for the word sacrifice, he was facing not only the Saxon gladiators who were ready to fight for the throne of the chief, but also the Saxon "nobles" from the Bone Wilderness, and he could not accept such a humiliating title.

The priest clenched his fists and shouted, "I don't care who you are......!" Ahh "Bang!whoosh" The roars could no longer be heard in the stands, and the tendrils bounced the sacrifice away like a ball, and a leader selection contest was disrupted.

Amos looked at the roots that suddenly emerged from the ground and muttered, "It looks familiar." Andy walked closer to the stands with Srimore in his arms, he also felt that there was something wrong with the roots, but he didn't know what the problem was. "Forget it, let's go! what are you doing with that Saxon idiot?" Atwood finally snarled with anger. Wright frowned and smiled, and he slowly stroked his palm on Atwood's back to ease the "leader's" anger.

Andy nodded and replied, "You're right, we still have business to do." As soon as the words fell, Andy pointed at Ralph with the staff of Benedict in his hand, and the originally gray-faced ghost wolf suddenly became irritable, and the ghostly light all over his body crackled under the effect of lightning. The little mischievous spirit has awakened, and the snow beast has also felt the call of the power of thunder, and its primordial spirit, which was invaded by the ancient gods, began to recover rapidly, a golden light flashed, and the huge snow beast jumped to the middle of the gladiatorial arena. "Whoa......," the snow beast let out an angry roar, and the energy that had been stored in the little gas for several days was like a hurricane that blew away all the originally tattered auditoriums. The hapless sacrifice that was bounced off clung to a totem pole and fluttered over the arena like a flag.

"Are you going to demolish the Greystone Castle?" cried out the priest with his eyes closed. Andy smiled and motioned for the little mischievous to rest for a while, and when the surroundings gradually calmed down, the Saxons who crawled out of the ruins stared in amazement at the huge snow beast and the black dragon supporting the roof with its body. Amos looked down at the ruins on the other side, he knew that the Saxons were getting more and more obscene under the leadership of Banturu, but such an act of "revenge" seemed to be a bit excessive. He looked at the slowly moving roots and said, "Alright, let's get out of here, the heart of nature is in a hurry." ”