I take the witch with me to conquer the world

Coupled with the accumulation of blood in the prison over time, it has formed a force that cannot be underestimated. Fang Sheng is convinced that all it takes is a simple opportunity for this force to burst out and create a great chaos. Fang Sheng's eyes flashed slightly. He had some ideas about his escape plan, but he also had to consider the defense capabilities inside the arena to prevent these people from being suppressed at the first opportunity...

Entering a new prison arranged for him by Aldrich, Fang Sheng lay on the bed obediently. Aldrich also left with satisfaction after repeated inspections to ensure that there were no hidden dangers. Before leaving, Donald did not forget to take a look at Fang Sheng, but found that the other party was as plain as ever, as if he was an outsider, and he was inevitably a little disappointed in his heart.

He came here to see his own kind feel sad, not to see the other person as a wooden man who doesn't care! Donald felt depressed, but then he thought about it. In a few days of gladiator riots, those war nobles would make life worse than death for their kind!

The depression in his heart couldn't help but dissipate, and a vicious smile appeared on his face. He couldn't wait to see the gladiator riot a few days later, and this calm man was dragged into it. By then, I guess the other party won't be able to maintain such a calm expression...

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In the prison, after Fang Sheng gave the reply, he lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest. He wanted to find a way to save himself, and then he wanted to inform Lewan about the situation in the prison underground in the arena. When the time comes, the inside should be coordinated with the outside, and wouldn't it be beautiful to escape from the arena in one go?

Just as Fang Sheng was thinking about it, a word suddenly came from the next door, "Um, sir, are you okay?" There was a little worry in the voice. Fang Sheng was stunned. He didn't expect that the person next door was still conscious and could talk to him peacefully.

After thinking for a short time, Fang Sheng replied softly: "I'm fine." After he finished speaking, the person next door replied immediately, seemingly waiting for Fang Sheng's reply.

"Oh! Praise the goddess of glory!" There was a feeling of relief in the delicate voice, and Fang Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing this familiar vocabulary. Waiting for the other person's next words.

But Fang Sheng remained silent, and the words on the other side were a little impatient, "Sir? Sir??"

"Is something wrong?" Fang Sheng replied coldly. He always felt something strange. The person next door was deeper, so he didn't see what was going on inside. But now we are in a place that has been corroded by the bloody air of the Skull Lord, and all the gladiators we see along the way have been corroded. But now there happened to be a subject who showed no such signs, but whose words were still brilliant.

"No, I'm worried that sir, like my companions, has also been eroded by blood." The owner of the voice said truthfully. These words made Fang Sheng even more alert, and he silently released the dead crow. Then he replied to this person's words and began to make insinuations.

"Are you a transcendent? You can actually feel this blood?"

"No, no, no! Sir, you have misunderstood. I am just an ordinary soldier. How can I be a noble extraordinary person?" The other party explained quickly, and one could hear the other person's desire for the extraordinary.

"Listen to what you said, you are a soldier of Aram. Why did you appear in the arena of St?" Fang Sheng asked, pretending not to know, what else could be happening to the Aram soldiers who appeared here? They are nothing more than the captured soldiers of Hailagt City.

The dead crow flew out of the gap in the fence with difficulty, and then followed the owner's instructions to the cell next to it and watched the situation inside.

I saw a handsome young man in the cell with his ear pressed against the wall, talking to Fang Sheng with some difficulty. The conversation between the two continued, and the man also frowned to understand Fang Sheng's words. He said with some embarrassment: "Sir... can you speak louder? I am not an extraordinary person, and I can't hear your voice clearly. .”

Hearing this, Fang Sheng was stunned, with a strange expression on his face. Isn't this right? Although the rock used to isolate the two of them is indeed thick, it is too weird to block the transmission of sound, right? Is this thing also made of special stone?

Putting this question aside, Fang Sheng spoke louder: "Okay."

When the young man heard this, he was a little happy, and then continued: "I was forced to enter the arena because I was captured. Where is sir? From what he said, it seems that he is not an Aramean." Although he felt that he, the new man, was not from Syria. The voice of the neighbor who came was very familiar, very much like the extraordinary person who stood in front of many soldiers that day and used magic to open a bloody path for them.

But, how is it possible? How could someone so powerful end up like this? He asked himself, and at the same time felt resentful in his heart. If he had the power of the Nameless One, he would not have to watch his colleagues die, but he could not do anything!

"...I was framed." After a moment of silence, Fang Sheng casually made up a topic and replied. What he replied after being silent for a long time seemed sad at first sight, and he didn't believe that the person opposite would get to the bottom of it!

Of course, if he wanted to get to the bottom of it, Fang Sheng could make up one for him. Such vulgar stories are common in novels. He could easily make up a sentence or two to deal with this young soldier.

As expected, the young man did not ask any further questions, just left after chatting, and then chatted with Fang Sheng about other things. But this child was so depressed that he didn't talk to anyone for more than half a month. It was fine when he first came in. He could talk to his colleagues to relieve his depression, but now his colleagues are all troubled by this. The "bloodiness" in the gentleman's mouth has been eroded. He only knows killing, and his normal conversations have a sense of madness.

The Dead Crow flew back to Fang Sheng, and after telling Fang Sheng everything he saw, he prepared to complete another of Fang Sheng's orders and fly outside.

Faced with the young man's words that were firing like a machine gun, Fang Sheng listened leisurely and responded at the same time. Anyway, I am idle, why not chat with this guy, maybe I can get unexpected gains?

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On the outside of the arena, Lewan, who was hidden in the darkness, looked at the two people walking out of the back door and thought to himself, preparing to wait until the two people were far away before going inside to explore the way.

But the number of guards is a bit ominous. You don’t need so many guards in the arena, right? Is it because you guessed that someone would come to rescue you? Lewan's face was solemn, and various thoughts appeared in her mind one after another.

At this moment, a pitch-black bird flew out from above the arena and flew straight towards the dark alleys of the city.