Queen and Her Duke

The sharp teeth cut the throat, and warm human blood sprayed out in large swaths.

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 the side of her cheek slightly stiffly, and the scalding heat came from her fingertips, which was unbearably hot.

As for the gladiator Ivan standing 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 terrifying wheezing sound is difficult to maintain intermittently, he said,

"I'm going home, under the old oak..."

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 were intoxicated, and he knew that it was hope.

The dull and mournful growl was because he was unwilling to be resigned to the fate of wanton enslavement.

Wen Lin's face was too pale, which was in stark contrast to the blood all over her body. Her thin and straight body was crumbling, showing the beauty of being about to break.

Everyone is watching her.

"Is this woman finally dead?"

"She's about to fall,"

However, Wen Lin's next move caused an uproar in the audience.

She raised her arms, made a false obeisance to the dead, and then rushed into the pack of wolves without a moment's hesitation.

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

"Just for a slave standing in her way?"

"Stupid, you really can't have extra expectations of women,"

The sighs became louder and louder, and there was a lot of discussion in the auditorium. Visia clasped the rim of the cup tightly, and the air in her lungs seemed to be slowly stripped away, and the heart that was compressed into a ball again made a clear and fragile thumping sound.

Everyone watched the queen stand up suddenly, and the smiles she had been keeping faded away. She walked quickly to the front of the high platform, her eyes fixed on a certain corner of the field.

This is her rare prey, and Visia doesn't want her to turn into a boring corpse before she is completely tired of playing with it.

With a whirl, the wolves were kicked away, and then, under the astonished eyes of everyone, Wen Lin twisted her body into a strange posture. She put her hand into the wolf's mouth, and with the impact of the landing, snapped the wolf's neck .

Those two wolves were the ones that killed Ivan.

The auditorium was boiling, who could clearly see how the woman on the field killed the wolf with bare hands?Who can see clearly how she escaped after killing the gray wolf again and again?

At the same time, the chaotic gladiators on the field began to become organized. With Wen Lin as the center, they circled into two circles.

Back and forth, left and right, it is no longer fighting alone, but cooperating with each other and fighting with wolves.

At this moment, they began to enjoy the joy of fighting.

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

Now, their eyes are no longer filled with fear.

Wen Lin raised her head slightly, wrapped her palms in a cloth strip, picked up Ivan's long sword, and without any unnecessary movements, reaped the gray wolf's life unequivocally.

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

The confrontation between man and wolf began to reverse.

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

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

audience:? ? ?

Looking at the situation on the field, Visia slowly stretched her fingers, and the viscous air around her began to lighten up. She turned to look at Ambassador Sistine with a pensive face, and said with a smile, "Ambassador, it's very Obviously you were wrong in your judgment."

Ambassador Tadine squeezed out a blunt smile unnaturally, "Your Majesty, she is just like you, which is unexpected,"

As a loyal supporter of theology, Sistine praised a Protestant queen.

It's not like a compliment, but more like a provocation, especially considering the purpose of their trip.

But Weisia didn't care, she raised her glass to signal to the audience, and then drank it down.

The spicy taste crossed the throat, and the laughter was happy.

"Wen Lin," Weisia repeated the name on the tip of her tongue, as if she wanted to wrap her in scorching heat before giving up.

With the arrival of the victory, it was a different celebration day than before.

The chorus from the audience lasted for a long time, a cult of absolute force.

Out of ten gladiators, there are still nine left. This is a unique record.

Although some people die, some people lose their arms, some people lose their legs...

But they are still alive!

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

The rest of the 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 Miletus Arena, any prisoner, slave, or captive who has been in the Arena for one year, as long as he wins on the celebration day, can obtain the status of a free citizen granted by the royal family of Golan.

"Artust, we won,"

Wen Lin repeated it, congratulating with a smile.

But everyone was cheering for the victory, and no one noticed that her smile was a bit forced. Her physical strength was exhausted, and her body supported by the sword was trembling violently.

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

And her subordinates have yet to be seen.

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

She withdrew her gaze, settled her mind, and guided the zhenqi in her body to swim through her whole body. She needed to make the best possible preparations for the battle that might start again at any time.

Not long after, the floodgates in the arena opened again, and Mrs. Yaz stood behind the gate.

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

Ivan's body was carried on Yatuste's back. When Wen Lin looked back, Yatuste waved his arm vigorously to signal her.

Wen Lin's eyes became hot, and she quickly turned her head away before anyone noticed, her calm expression was slightly broken, but only for a very short moment.

Mrs. Yaz, who had witnessed everything, had a twinkle in her eyes. She looked at Wen Lin meaningfully and said, "Only the winner is qualified to make a request."

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

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

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

The sharp pain in the muscles all over her body caused Wen Lin to kneel down with a muffled groan when she reached her destination.

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

There was the sound of gurgling water, a faint white mist floating in the air, and the scent of medicine.

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

Without thinking too much, Wen Lin put down the iron sword and plopped herself completely into the water.

The hot water stimulated the wound, causing bursts of stinging pain, but Wen Lin didn't seem to feel the pain, so she pointed the wound directly at the water inlet.

After a short rest, her stagnant thoughts began to revive. Wen Lin stared at the blistered and white wound on her palm, and Vicia's unfathomable smile popped up in her mind uncontrollably.

Smart, cruel, ambitious...

There is no doubt that Vicia has the talent to be a good monarch.

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

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

In order to avoid rubbing against the wound, Vicia specially ordered the maids to prepare the softest and most breathable clothes.

At this time, 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 loomed with her movements, full of sinful beauty, silently pulling out the dark evil thoughts in her heart.

Vicia's throat slipped, she slowed her breathing, and walked slowly towards Wen Lin.

As Visia approached, Wen Lin stopped wiping.

The moment Visia was about to touch Wen Lin, she clenched the hilt of the sword and turned around, and the cold blade lay across Visia's fair neck in an instant.

Zheng ~ a dull buzzing sound.

Both of them were a little surprised.

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

Weisia didn't panic at all, she slowly grasped Wen Lin's wrist and stroked it slowly.

There is a warm and smooth touch from the palm, like expensive silk, which makes people love it.

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

"Your Majesty thinks that I will take pity on the fragrance and cherish the jade?"

"of course not,"

Vicia forced Wen Lin to let go of the hilt without warning, and then forcefully pressed Wen Lin into her arms.

The gradually deepening blue pupil showed a triumphant smile, Visia explained in a good mood,

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

Wen Lin pursed her lips and said nothing, her face was a little ugly, not because of Weisia's words, but because of her aggressive hands.

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

She avoided Vicia Chi.With naked eyes, he said in a deep voice, "Is this His Majesty's new method?"

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

"Shameless, what on earth do you want to do? And what does Mrs. Yaz's words mean?"

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

After a brief moment of contemplation, Visia's face turned cold, and she looked at Wen Lin's pitiful and regretful statement, "Wen Lin, I never thought that you and I would stand in a hostile position,"

The queen's skin was too fair, and her blond hair shone with fine shadows. At this moment, her charming blue pupils seemed to be covered with mist on the sea before the sky broke, faint and seductive.deep.enter.

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

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

Under the beautiful rose bushes, there are usually deadly poisonous snakes.

With extremely clear eyes, she immediately pointed out unceremoniously, "Compared with sweet words, it is obviously more convincing to let me and my subordinates go,"

Visia, who hit the wall again, was not angry, she raised her red lips, her words were deep,

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

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