I take the witch with me to conquer the world

With this thought in mind, the middle-aged nobleman set his eyes on Angus and carefully explored him. At the same time, his intuition told him that something was wrong with Mr. Angus.

The middle-aged nobleman observed carefully, and he discovered that Lord Angus today was wearing a dark blue velvet coat with a golden pattern on the upper body, and the collar and cuffs were inlaid with fine white mink fur. The shirt under the coat should be made of silk and looks very smooth, and there is a silver lapel pin at the collar of the shirt...

"Mr. Ashbourne, your eyes have been on me. Is there anything wrong with my behavior just now?" A magnetic voice sounded. The middle-aged nobleman Ashbourne was sweating slightly on his forehead and looked at Angus said with a smile on his face.

"No, Lord Angus, I just think your clothes are very good today." Angus's clothes today are indeed very good and luxurious, which is in line with the impression that a luxurious noble should have. But... Lord Angus would not wear such ostentatious clothes!

Ashbourne was already a little distrustful of Angus in front of him. The other party's actions were too abnormal, giving him a strange feeling.

"Really? These are new clothes that I asked my personal tailor to make at short notice. I didn't expect that they would be praised by Mr. Ashbourne." Angus said with a smile, and he was curious about the middle-aged man in front of him. It's not a small interest, but it's just a piece of clothing that makes you suspicious of me. It's really suspicious. But now that it's done, this little thing doesn't matter.

After the words fell, the nobleman beside Angus smiled and said: "This dress is naturally excellent, but it doesn't suit your temperament well, Angus." When Angus appeared in front of them in the past, the clothes he wore were not Gray is black and looks very serious. And now Angus was uncharacteristically wearing an eye-catching outfit, leading him to think that his serious friend had finally made a change.

At this time, the noble suddenly discovered that Ashbourne had been winking at him. The noble was a little confused, but after looking around, he found nothing wrong. So he responded to Ahiburn with doubtful eyes, hoping that the other party could provide more information.

The nobleman's confused eyes were noticed by Ashbourne. He sighed, and then glanced at the door of the private room with the corner of his eye. To be honest, he wanted to run away.

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In the field, DeWitt looked at the familiar army, and his eyebrows were about to turn into twists. He didn't understand why the city lord wanted to mobilize the garrison. This is the battlefield of extraordinary people! Why send mortals to die? Only three hundred were sent...

His thoughts stopped abruptly, and he looked a little surprised at Fang Sheng who took advantage of him and launched an attack. Fortunately, he subconsciously waved his sword and took it down.

Wait, something is wrong with this army! DeWitt glanced at the army walking towards the center of the arena with his peripheral vision. His slow mind finally made him realize that something was wrong. As long as he glanced at this army, his attention could not help but drift upwards. It was messy and chaotic. Meaningless thoughts flooded into my mind.

A flash of cold light flashed, and DeWitt counterattacked hastily. Looking at the bloody figure in front of him, he gritted his teeth and roared: "Is this your trick too?!" The sudden appearance of the strange garrison reminded him of the scene in front of him at the first moment. On this equally strange war demon.

He said deliberately: "War demon! You are tarnishing the fair and sacred battle."

Fang Sheng curled his lips and did not defend himself, but just focused on attacking.

He didn't know what this sudden army was, but the vague evil aura on the other side made him feel very bad, so he wanted to deal with the commander in front of him first as much as possible.

But at this moment, an angry roar resounded through the arena, followed by an elegant and easy-going greeting: "Fuck you! You are the one who tainted the sacred duel! You still want to slander our boss? What the hell are you doing?" Do you have any sense of shame?" Although the common language in mainland China was very awkward, DeWitt still understood it.

He looked around in confusion, only to see a three-meter-two-meter-old little giant standing not far from him, looking at him with a look of hatred. In his right hand was a solid cutting axe. DeWitt could even use the ax body to See the image of a red-eyed devil with four corners!

Damn it! This guy is getting stronger again! DeWitt cursed in his heart, and then felt a little distressed. This guy's strengthening would mean the death of Arishi. Now the blood wolf is the only one left with the transcendent. What a dereliction of duty...

The commander laughed miserably, looked at the blood-red figure intersecting with his sword, and said very seriously: "This... War Demon, can we make a deal?" Then he looked at what should be the eyes of the demon in front of him, Since the war demon who can speak Common Language calls this bloody figure boss, according to the fact that war demons respect strength, the demon in front of him must be stronger than that war demon, and he must also be able to speak Common Language.

Fang Sheng didn't speak, he retracted his sword and continued to chop. The commander's face looked a little bad, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "War Demon, we are risking our lives. I will fight you with all my strength. If I win, you can let me go." Everyone on the field, if I lose, their lives will be decided by you.”

As soon as the words fell, the fighting gladiators stopped their fighting in unison and looked at Fang Sheng. At the same time, the garrison beside the gate also stopped, as if they had received instructions from others, and seemed to want to watch this matter develop in a more interesting direction.

The muscular guy not far away twitched his mouth and put on a sneer. To be honest, he really wanted to cut off this pretty boy's head to see if a monster had eaten his brain. To actually say such stupid words, it is impossible to agree to such a thing at first glance. If it weren't for the boss now, he would have wanted to make some mocking remarks.

But it’s no problem. The boss is too intelligent to agree to such a stupid thing. After the boss sternly rejected this idiot, he continued to mock this idiot without asking...

"I promise." The hoarse and unpleasant voice spoke out the unfamiliar common language. The big muscle man's mouth opened wide, his eyes widened, and he looked at his boss in disbelief. If he wasn't his boss, he really wanted to hold the other person in his hands and open his head to see if he was mentally retarded. Can you agree to such a stupid deal? ? ?

The commander was overjoyed. The previous bad influence on Fang Sheng was instantly overturned. What, isn't this a very qualified war demon? He is eager to fight. As long as he wins the next battle, everything will be considered a loss. The blood wolf still has a chance to save it, and he has not neglected his duty!