"Ah......h Andy's Staff of Benedict had been clutched tightly in his hand, and he was well aware of his current situation and the responsibilities that came with being a "Storm Prophet".

"Amos, I'm going to use the power of thunder to protect everyone......" Andy's shout was extremely indistinct in the trembling echoes of the chaotic space-time, and Ralph, who was closest to him, kept the little mischievous in his mouth, and he had no way to give his own advice. As for Atwood, he was like a drunken coolie twisting his body around, and the crumbs of the Dragon Feast in his stomach that had not had time to digest all gushed out with a burst of suffocation.

Duke pulled the sword out of his waist, ready to use his magic to stop his body from spinning. Just as everyone was on the verge of collapse, there was a sudden chirp behind them, and a huge magical red falcon galloped by. "Tyron, everyone, stay out of the ......," Andy reminded loudly. As soon as he finished speaking, he finally unleashed the power of thunder, and the lightning that burst out from Benedict's staff instantly weaved a huge protective net around everyone.

"Andy, you have to keep the energy outflow, I'm going to fly fast and take you through the portal quickly!" The magical red falcon pressed its sharp beak against the edge of the protective net, and as if a new life was about to break out of its shell, it flew to the end of the portal with everyone.

After a loud bang, Amos broke into a brightly lit underground hall with a large net made by Andy. "You are so bold that you dare to disturb the Saxon in a gladiatorial fight!" shouted a sturdy Saxon elder with a staff in hand. Andy got up from the ground, his ears buzzing, and the world was still spinning, and he didn't hear what the Saxon had just said.

"Are you alright?" Andy asked loudly as he bent down and dangled in front of him as his companions dangled in front of him like unclear images. Amos slowly regained his human form, the Calby elf was not prepared to linger in this place, he quickly escaped into the darkness, and in that space he could not only quickly regain his magical state, but also do something more hidden.

Duke vomited violently on the ground, and Srimore had already fainted, only Ralph seemed to be in a normal state, and the ghost wolf stood there stupidly, staring at the Saxon who had just shouted with a pair of glowing eyes. "I don't know if I'm asking you, why don't you answer?" the Saxon, with his staff, asked again aloud. As soon as the words fell, the surroundings immediately became noisy, and it turned out that the protective net made by Andy crushed the two gladiators who were dueling in the middle of the arena when they landed, which made all the Saxons watching the game immediately go crazy. "Kill them...... Kill the invaders......" There was immediately a chorus of crusades around them.

Andy shook his head a few times, and he felt sick to his stomach, but he could already hear the noise around him. "Look, monster!" said a good-eyed creature standing up in the audience, pointing at Beatrice's tail and shouting excitedly. Andy immediately rushed to Beatrice, the dragon girl was in the transformation stage, but she no longer had the strength to transform into a black dragon.

"Silence!" the Saxon with the staff knew that the comer was not good, and as a sacrifice he had the right to punish the trespasser. With his warning, the surroundings slowly fell silent. Duke cocked his sword up and plunged it into the ground, which he used to prop himself up and barely stand up. "I'm the Great General from Auston City, and I need to speak to your leader. Duke blinked vigorously to keep his mind clear.

"Our leader has abandoned us, and now the sacrifice is our new leader. A Saxon, who was fluent in Auston, replied with great pride. "Nonsense! Banturu will come back to save us, the high priest is a hairy, and he is worthy of leading us!" As soon as the words fell, a huge Saxon stood up next to him, and he kept shouting: "The sacrifice will only develop some diarrhea medicine, is he also worthy of commanding our gladiator legion?" Obviously, the Saxons in the audience had different opinions on the choice of leader.

Amos came out of the darkness, he was like a humble gentleman who had finished grooming, which made people look awe-inspiring, and the audience who were still arguing actually quieted down. The priest saw Amos, and he knew very well that the Saxon territories were all "gifted" by Tyran, and although there was no trace of Banturu, the ownership of the territory was still indisputable, and he immediately ran down the auditorium quickly, and then bowed deeply. Amos glanced at the crowd, he glanced at the groveling priest and smiled, "It seems that we have not come at the right time. ”

"No, no, you have come at the right time, honorable Lord Amos!" said the priest humbly, his words filled with awe. "You know me?" asked Amos, squinting his eyes. The priest immediately flashed to the side and bent down and replied: "I have seen your portrait, I can't hide it, Bantulu has long collected the noble portrait of the Calby elf in the council chamber, I have seen you, but not a single portrait can depict your majesty and nobility!"

It was the first time Amos had seen such a sycophant Saxon, and he pointed to the audience around him and asked, "Is that guy Banturu back?" Hearing Amos's question, the priest immediately raised his staff, then lowered his head and replied, "Banturu has disappeared, and the last time we saw him was in the basement, which is the ancestral altar of the Calby Elves, and there has been no news since then." ”

"Oh, it looks like that stupid guy got lost. A hint of joy tipped at the corner of Amos's mouth. "I've seen those people, they're guides and robbers escaping in the dungeons. A Saxon covered in strips of cloth recognized Srimore on the ground and Andy holding the Staff of Benedict.

The priest was shocked by the news, and he felt that he should have ascended to the throne of the Saxon leader a long time ago, instead of hiding in his house all day like an alchemist studying herbs. As for the life and death of Bantulu, he actually didn't care at all, he just wanted to use this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to become the leader of the Saxons logically, and he hadn't thought about everything after that. Since someone recognized the prisoner, it was natural for him to show his attitude as the most powerful contender for this leader selection conference.