Feeling the chaotic magical elements around her, Ivy felt a flurry of hair in her heart, like a beast instinctively wanting to escape from this place.

Foresight of danger is a good thing, but if you are too sensitive, it can be bad to the point of influencing your actions.

Following this instinctive reaction, Ivy jumped off the back of the baby beast and ran towards the exit, but the baby beast that had been dormant for a long time burst into attack as soon as Ivy's feet touched the ground!

This should be a desperate blow, the young beast did not make any sound, its body was like a rolling black cloud full of endless thunder, but it was as fast as lightning, its mouth was wide, and the shadow of blood shrouded Ivy's escape route.

"Granite Shield!" Ivy urgently activated a third-order earth defense magic to protect her whole body, forcibly urging the power of the Soul Piercing Needle, causing Ivy to feel pain in her brain.

Beamon's young beast, Ivy, and the other fighters in the Colosseum were all unable to escape to safety in the first place, and the middle-aged mage saw this excellent opportunity, and the long-brewing big move was about to come out!

"Storm Flame—who is it!?"

At the critical moment, the middle-aged mage suddenly felt a threat of death, and the magic released subconsciously shifted to the other direction, on the edge of the entrance of the Colosseum, and there was a girl with a ponytail standing, with such a playful hairstyle but a expressionless face, and extremely cold eyes!

The mage has a special means to target the natural enemy of his profession, the archer, and the sense of killing intent, which can alert him when he is locked.

However, the middle-aged mage realized that the other party was deliberately releasing such an obvious killing intent after the magic in his hand had deviated from the target, and the purpose was to interfere with his concentration.

Sure enough, although the white wooden bow in Annette's hand was raised, it was not aimed at the middle-aged mage.

"Arrows of the Soul, Ice Cubes. ”

A disembodied but cold spindle ice needle hit the baby's right eye, causing it to roll on the ground in pain.

At this moment, Ivy's barely activated protective magic also shattered after only two seconds, and without enough negative emotional energy bonus, her magic level was really poor and poor.

Ivy who escaped the catastrophe glanced at the young beast of Beamon rolling all over the ground, and was in the mood to spit out to Annette: "You specialize in shooting people's eyes, what a terrible woman!"

Having said that, Ivy was also worried in her heart: if Annette's ice arrow was half a second later, wouldn't she just be bitten into two pieces, and it was estimated that the entire upper body would be torn, right?

But it's not time to take it easy, and although the speed of the Wind Flame Technique is slow, the range is huge. Wind and Flame will only move forward in a straight line without accurately locking on to the target, and the middle-aged mage who deviates from the position after being disturbed by Annette is right between Ivy and Annette, but it envelops both of them in range.

"The arrow of the soul, Yaoli. ”

Annette raised her bow to Ivy, and without taking out the physical arrow, after making the gesture of pulling the bow, the moment she let go, her whole body turned into a white light, directly wrapped around Ivy, like an arrow from the string - this is a real "arrow from the string" flew out of the range of the wind and flames, and the aftermath kept crashing into the walls of the Colosseum.

"Well, you actually use me as a cushion" Ivy was smashed into the wall and turned into a human pit, snorting in pain, Annette was just stained with some dust, and she didn't look like a big deal.

"Aren't you physically strong, it's okay to smash the church of Keborah" Annette turned her head and dropped a rare but very sharp sentence, Ivy really wanted to know what kind of expression she had when she said this!

"However, I didn't expect it to be so soft, so pleasant to the touch, if only I could hold it a little longer. This is a kind of self-talk that only Annette herself can hear. ...,

Wind and flame roared past, and the entire wall on the opposite side was burned black. The young beast that had been swept in the middle finally crawled to the ground, its limbs still shaking, but it couldn't get up. Rao is like this, but there are no obvious burn marks on his back, this guy's magical defense is really regrettable.

Now's the time to make a contract!

Ivy struggled to get out of the pit and ran towards the baby Beamon.

"Stop those two women!" the middle-aged mage ordered, and the remaining heavily armed fighters walked towards Ivy again.

Because Ivy had just run away, the deflected Wind Flame barely hurt any of the fighters.

These fighters from the lowest backgrounds have long become puppets with numb thinking under the daily training of the family, not to mention that the middle-aged mage's big magic has shocked these people too much, and the young master with a sharp knife on his neck even cried and howled and ordered them to listen to the mage's words honestly, and at this time, as always, obey the master's orders.

The fighter who rushed to the front stopped in front of Ivy, and Ivy wanted to make this obstructive guy dodge, but when she made a move, her face changed.

In the face of these guys covered in iron armor, Ivy couldn't sense the flow of power!

can't give full play to the technical advantage, in terms of strength alone, Ivy can't shake these guys, but fortunately, she reacted quickly, and at the moment when the two of them had already made contact, she tightened her hands and feet, and the whole person curled up in a ball, just forming a posture of holding her head and squatting.

This posture is not recorded in any martial arts, to be exact, it is the same as the action of an ordinary little girl who is frightened and holds her head under the table.

However, Ivy's urgent action was actually aimed at shrinking the volume to a minimum, and it was just a coincidence that it was similar to the head-hugging and squatting posture.

Sure enough, with this posture and the launch of the low-level earth-based magic rock guard, Ivy really became like a stone embedded in the ground, and the tall and bulky fighter was tripped and gnawed on the mud after wearing the iron armor.

However, seven or eight ironclad fighters rushed up again!

It's bad to be surrounded!Ivy yelled at Annette as she rushed to Annette, "Help me!"

"Oh. Ivy was greeted by Annette's slender and powerful hands, pinching her cheeks, and then a pill was sent down Ivy's throat.

"Why?" a scent came from her throat, and Ivy became lethargic.

"Such an ugly monster, why do you have to take it as a pet? Besides, the time is almost up, and it will be too late to go back to class now. Annette hugged the sleeping Ivy, jumped three times and two to the entrance of the Colosseum, and left this place of right and wrong without looking back.

The two troublesome women just walked away inexplicably, and the middle-aged mage didn't come back to his senses for a while, and stood stupidly for a moment before realizing that he seemed to have achieved his goal?

"I didn't expect the life of a little baby beast to be so tenacious, I almost missed it, but this vitality is about to belong to me!" The middle-aged mage couldn't wait to approach the young beast Beamon, who was slumped on the ground and was dying, and recited the spell of contract magic.

"There are still three steps, two more steps, and finally?!" In the spiritual connection, the middle-aged mage discovered that in the depths of the spirit of the young beast, a will containing endless majesty broke all the magic runes he had constructed before!

"It's impossible, isn't it? This is a young beast with the blood of the Beamon royal family!" The well-informed middle-aged mage certainly knows such a common sense: it is impossible for a magical beast with royal blood to be bound by any contract!

The magic backlash caused the middle-aged mage to spit out a mouthful of blood.

And at this time, there was almost zero distance between the middle-aged mage's position and the young beast of Beamon!

Attracted by this breath of blood, the young beast opened its mouth and bit it, and the middle-aged mage's neck turned into two pieces.

"It's not good, it's too close," the middle-aged mage didn't have such a thought until the moment when the scene in front of him was upside down.

Filled with long-lost blood in his mouth, Beamona's murderous nature, which had been firmly rooted in the depths of his soul since time immemorial, burst out.

Every qiē in the world is my blood food!

In the northern town of Inos in Osford, everyone had a nightmare tonight when they dreamed of a terrifying roar from a hungry ghost coming from the abyss of hell.

Some people suspected that it was a dream, and others said that they had indeed heard terrible sounds.

What they didn't hear was the desperate wails of more than a hundred people under a brewery before they were chewed and swallowed raw.