Sharp teeth cut the throat, and the warm human blood splattered.

Wen Lin's body swayed but did not fall, and the iron piece in her hand fell with a clang at the same time.

She stroked the blood on her cheek slightly stiffly, and the hot heat came from her fingertips, which was unbearable.

And the gladiator Ivan stood in front of her, the wound on his neck was still gushing blood like a spring.

The nose and mouth are also overflowing with scarlet, and the hollow and terrible snoring is difficult and intermittent to maintain, he said,

"I'm going home, under the oak tree in my hometown..."

Everyone knew that he was going to die soon.

In order to save Wen Lin, he died.

He glanced at Wen Lin with difficulty, then raised his head to look at the sun above his head, his eyes intoxicated, he knew that it was hope.

The dull and sad low roar is for the fate of being unwilling to be arbitrarily enslaved.

Wen Lin's face was too pale, in sharp contrast to the bloodstains all over her body. Her thin and straight body was crumbling, showing a beauty that was about to shatter.

Everyone is watching her.

"Is this woman finally dying?"

"She's about to fall,"

However, Wen Lin's next move made the audience burst into an uproar.

She raised her arm, bowed towards the dead, and then rushed into the wolves without a pause.

"Is she going to take the initiative to die?"

"Just for a slave standing in front of her?"

"Stupid, you really can't have superfluous expectations on women,"

The voice of sighing became louder and louder, and there was a lot of discussion in the audience. Vicia clung to the rim of the cup, the air in her lungs seemed to be slowly being stripped away, and her heart, which was once again constricted into a ball, made a clear and fragile thumping sound.

Everyone watched the queen suddenly stand up, and the smile she had always maintained faded. She quickly walked to the front of the high platform, her eyes fixed on a corner of the field.

This is her rare favorite prey, and Vicia doesn't want her to become a boring corpse before she gets tired of it.

A whirl, kicked the wolves away, and then, in the eyes of everyone's astonishment, Wen Lin twisted her body into a strange posture, she put her hand into the wolf's mouth, and snapped the wolf's neck with the impact of the landing .

The two wolves were the ones that killed Ivan.

The audience is boiling, who can see how the woman on the field killed the wolf with her bare hands? Who can see clearly how she got away after killing the gray wolf again and again?

At the same time, the chaotic gladiators on the field actually began to become organized. With Wen Lin as the center, they formed two circles inside and outside.

Front and back, left and right, no longer fight alone, but cooperate with each other and cooperate with each other to fight with the wolves.

At this moment, they began to enjoy the hearty battle.

The wounds of different depths on the body gradually increased, and sweat and blood swayed freely.

Now, their eyes are no longer filled with fear.

Wen Lin raised her head slightly, wrapped a cloth in her palm, picked up Ivan's long sword, without any extra movement, unequivocally reaping the life of the gray wolf.

The number of wolves is constantly decreasing, and the fighting spirit and fighting spirit of the gladiators on the field are unprecedentedly high.

The confrontation between man and wolf begins to turn.

However, what caught most people off guard was that the wolves gradually gave up the active attack, they retreated to the wall, and began to feast on the dead wolf.

When the hungry wolf is full, it means the battle is over.

audience:? ? ?

Looking at the situation on the field, Vicia slowly spread out her flexed fingers, and the viscous air around her began to lighten up. She turned to look at the thoughtful Ambassador Sistine, and said with a smile, "Ambassador, very Obviously your judgment is wrong."

Ambassador Tadein's face unnaturally squeezed a blunt smile, "Your Majesty, she is just like you, which is unexpected."

Sistine, a loyal supporter of the religion, praised a queen who believed in Protestantism.

It's less of a compliment and more of a provocation, especially considering the purpose of their trip.

But Vicia didn't care, she raised the glass of wine and gestured to the field, and then drank it.

The pungent taste ran down his throat, and he laughed happily.

"Wen Lin," Vicia said the name on the tip of her tongue, as if wrapping her in a scorching temperature before she would give up.

With the arrival of victory, laid the groundwork for a day of celebration unlike any other.

The cries from the audience were long-lasting, a cult of absolute force.

Of the ten gladiators, there are still nine remaining, which is a unique record.

While some died, some lost their arms, and some lost their legs…

But they are still alive!

Artust rushed to Wen Lin and hugged her excitedly, "Wen Lin, we really won, we can leave alive,"

The remaining gladiators couldn't hide their excitement. With tears in their eyes, they looked at Wen Lin with gratitude.

They knew very well that without Wen Lin, this would be their burial place.

According to the rules of the Arena of Miletus, any prisoner, slave, or prisoner who has entered the arena for one year, as long as he wins on the celebration day, can obtain the status of a free citizen approved by the Golan royal family.

"Artust, we won,"

Wen Lin repeated it, smiling and congratulating.

But everyone was cheering for the victory, no one noticed that her smile was a little reluctant, her physical strength was exhausted, and her body supported by the sword was shaking violently.

If there is another game, it will be difficult for her to continue.

And her subordinates have not yet been seen.

Wen Lin looked at the high platform again, this time, there was no Vicia on the high platform.

She withdrew her gaze, settled down, and guided the infuriating energy in her body to travel all over her body. She needed to make the best possible preparations for the battle that might start again at any time.

After a while, the gates in the arena opened again, and Mrs. Yaz stood behind the door.

Soon the people who were alive were escorted away, and Wen Lin was taken out alone and went to another passage.

Ivan's body was carried by Artust on his back. When Wen Lin looked back, Artust waved his arm forcefully at her.

Wen Lin's eyes were hot, she turned her head quickly before being noticed, her always calm expression was slightly broken, but only for a very fast moment.

Witnessing everything, Mrs. Yaz's eyes flashed. She looked at Wen Lin with a deep meaning and said, "Only the winner is qualified to make a request."

Wen Lin's brows were slowly raised, she swallowed the **** smell in her throat, lowered her eyelids, looked at the iron sword in her hand, and remained silent.

It was a long passage. Wen Lin staggered behind Mrs. Yaz, holding her sword, trying her best to hide her weakness.

But in Mrs. Yaz's faster and faster pace, it was exposed.

The severe pain from her muscles made Wen Lin groan and kneel on the ground when she reached her destination.

Mrs. Yaz glanced at her, closed the door, and disappeared like a ghost again.

There was the sound of gurgling water in my ears, a faint white mist floating in the air, and the scent of medicinal herbs.

Wen Lin stood up slowly and looked around. She walked to the water's edge and was surprised to find that it turned out to be a pool of flowing warm water with some treated wormwood in the water.

Without thinking much, Wen Lin put down the iron sword, and poof~ immersed herself in the water.

The hot water stimulated the wound, causing bursts of stinging pain, but Wen Lin seemed to feel no pain, so she faced the wound directly to the water inlet.

After a short rest, her stagnant thoughts began to come alive again. Wen Lin stared at the blushing wound on her palm, and an uncontrollable smile popped out of Vicia's mind.

Smart, cruel, ambitious...

There is no doubt that Vicia has the gift of being a good monarch.

What will she do next? Wen Lin muttered to herself, and at the same time got up from the water and put on the loose burqa that was put aside.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that Wen Lin didn't notice that the door was gently pushed open.

In order to avoid rubbing the wounds, Vicia specifically instructed the maids to prepare the softest and breathable clothes.

At this moment, Wen Lin was standing by the water against the light. She was wiping the blunt iron sword, and the light passed through the clear burqa.

Scattered scars are looming with her movements, full of sinful beauty, silently pulling out the dark evil thoughts in her heart.

Vicia's throat slid, she slowed her breath, and walked slowly towards Wen Lin.

And as Visia approached, Wen Lin's wiping movement stopped.

The moment Visiah was about to touch Wen Lin, she clenched the hilt of the sword and turned around, the icy blade lay on Visiah's white neck in an instant.

Zheng ~ A dull humming sound.

Both were a little surprised.

"Your Majesty," Wen Lin called softly, but did not move the sword in her hand.

Vicia didn't panic at all, she took Wen Lin's wrist slowly and rubbed it carefully.

There is a warm and smooth touch in the palm, like expensive silk, which makes people addicted.

"Your Excellency, I know in my heart that you will not hurt me,"

"Your Majesty thinks I will pity Xiangxiyu?"

"of course not,"

Vicia used force without warning, forcing Wen Lin to release the hilt of the sword, and then forcefully pressed Wen Lin into her arms.

The deepening blue eyes showed a successful smile, Vicia explained in a good mood,

"If anything happens to me here, the bishops of Golan will immediately raise the restoration banner. Neither you nor your subordinates can escape. You know this better than I do,"

Wen Lin pursed her lips and didn't say anything, her face was a little ugly, not because of Vicia's words, but because of her hands.

The cool temperature made her uncontrollably light. Trembling, Wen Lin struggled to push the person away, the heat and blush silently spread on the side of her neck and cheeks.

She avoided Vishiyachi. With naked eyes, he said solemnly, "This is His Majesty's new method?"

"I don't mind if you use it as a new means,"

"Shameless, what are you trying to do? And what does Mrs. Yaz mean?"

Wen Lin didn't buy it, her usual calm and vigilance interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere, and there was no trust in her eyes.

After a short period of contemplation, Vicia's face turned cold, looking at Wen Lin's regrettable and regretful statement, "Wen Lin, I never thought you and I would stand in a hostile position,"

The queen's skin was too fair, her blond hair was shimmering with fine light and shadow, and at this moment, her charming blue eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist before the sky broke on the sea. deep. enter.

Like an unknown new continent, people unconsciously indulge in it, to spy and conquer.

Swallowing silently, Wen Lin sniffed the cold fragrance lingering on the tip of her nose, daring not to relax for a moment.

Beneath the beautiful rose bushes, often entrenched deadly venomous snakes.

With extremely clear eyes, she immediately pointed out unceremoniously, "It is obviously more convincing to let me and my subordinates go than to say sweet words."

Vicia, who hit the wall again, did not get angry, she raised her red lips and said with deep meaning,

"Your Excellency, you can always provoke my anger easily, but you will come and beg me, tonight,"

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