In the midst of the audience's cheers rising higher and higher, Arthure leaned heavily against the back of his chair.

"They love her," the black priest said with satisfaction, "Listen, the cheers of the people, they call her 'Silver White Mother Lion', even have a nickname."

Arthure's face flushed red.

He heard very clearly that the laughter and shouting from the people was not only "Silver White Mother Lion," but they also called her "Conqueror of the Ogre Conquerer."

-- he led his troops to conquer the Ogre Court, he is the "Ogre Conquerer."

He glared fiercely at the audience. The enemies of the Enrille family were too many. He didn't know how many people were taking advantage of the situation to stir up trouble and tarnish his reputation and make fun of him.

Arthure covered half his face with his hand and redirected his gaze to the towering figure in the death match, his eyes nearly spitting fire.

A woman does not understand or care about the audience's screams. After so much time, the black shaman's language magic has lost its effectiveness.

Twenty steps away, four giant beasts surrounded the spearmen and shield men who were dining. In no time, they would devour the two corpses leaving only bones.

She faced the four lions, knelt slowly with one knee, and used her bronze sword to pry off her shackles.

During this time, the lions curiously looked at her. When they found that she had no intention of approaching them to fight for food, they no longer paid attention to her and focused their attention on the flesh and blood in their big mouths.

The heavy shackles were removed from the woman's ankle.

She stood up, moved slightly and regained her light feet. She walked two steps forward confidently. This made the leader of the lions interrupt his meal and raised his head to look at her warily.

But she did not approach any further and stopped beside the body of the spearmen.

The leader of the lions looked at her for two seconds, and when he saw that the woman was no longer approaching and the three other lions were gobbling down food, he reluctantly gave up the opportunity to waste time eating and buried his head to fight for food with the other lions.

She took the opportunity to quickly and skillfully remove the spearmen's thick-soled sandals.

She picked up the shoes, but encountered difficulties.

She compared her feet to the shoes. Although the spearmen was tall and burly, he had small feet. The shoes were one size smaller than her feet.

She simply pulled off a few straps from the front of her shoes, making the opening for her toes larger, and successfully put the shoes on her feet.

She breathed a sigh of relief, finally no longer having to step on the scorching yellow sand barefoot.

Next were the loincloth and leather waist protector on the long spear-wielding body.

She held the bronze sword in her mouth, quickly fastened the loincloth, and then put the leather waist protector around her waist, fastening the buckle and pulling it up to above her chest muscles. The tassels of the waist protector hung down, providing some coverage for her snow-white, toned abdominal muscles.

The audience laughed and cheered, expressing their regret that the spring scenery was gone.

The last thing to put on was the cowhide armguards that joined over the shoulder.

After putting on the armor, she held the bronze sword in one hand and picked up the shackles from the ground with the other hand, maintaining her stance facing the cave lion, and slowly retreated to the locked passageway.

Everyone in the audience shouted "open the door".

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The scene of the muscular naked woman wearing shackles fighting with a man and the lion feasting on a live person have greatly satisfied their appetite.

"Show mercy, my dear, even for my sake."

The noble girl smiled gently, "I'm about to have my birthday, and my father is holding a female gladiatorial contest in the Emerald Lion Hall in my name."

She looked down at the "silver white mother lioness" and her eyes shone, "I hope this woman can appear in my arena, compete in my name, and win the championship."

Aschel's face was dark as he suddenly snapped his fingers.

The female slave responsible for serving tea in the room came over to Aschel's side.

"Tell your master," Aschel said coldly, "the death match entrance must not be opened until that prisoner kills a lion."

The slave obeyed and left.

The sword sorcerer Barnimell was silent. The black priest in the back row moved his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing.

Aschel turned and stared at the shocked noble girl. His gaze seemed to eat people.

"Did you hear what the audience said?"

He looked at her, with disgust and hatred in his eyes, "You know, that prisoner humiliated me, humiliated my family. And you, Cynthia, it seems you have forgotten, you should be my fiancé! You, should stand by my side!"

In the center of the arena, the four lions finished eating the bodies of the spearman and the shieldman, and chose the easiest food to reach.

The largest lion leader took the lead and monopolized the body of the nearest lanceman, feasting on its flesh and blood. The other three lions also wanted to come over and join in the fun, but unexpectedly, the lion leader raised his blood-filled head and roared at them.

The other three lions retreated.

They turned and ran towards the body of the archer in the distance.

One of them started a little slower and was half a body behind. When it was about to catch up, it was overtaken by the other two lions and excluded from the feeding circle.

In the moment of discord among the lions, the woman turned and ran, rushing towards the tunnel entrance. However, when she arrived at the entrance, she found a very sturdy iron gate blocking her way.

The slave trader stood on the other side of the iron gate, looking at her with mixed emotions through the fence.

"You have to kill a lion," he said, "I don't want to do this either, you can make me a lot of money. But I have no choice."

She didn't understand a word he said.

She examined the iron fence gate by herself and knocked on the door with force, confirming that she couldn't open the door with her strength.

At that moment, she heard the audience's exclamation from behind, felt the sharp gust of wind, and smelled the strong smell of blood!

The hungry lion roared and circled restlessly. When it turned its head, it saw the woman running towards the entrance of the tunnel.

It pushed its four paws on the ground and leaped into the air like a gust of wind, slapping its giant paw towards the woman's back!

Just as the giant paw was about to feel the soft and warm skin of the prey, the lion suddenly realized that the woman in front was gone.

Immediately, there was a sharp pain in his lower body.

Before the slave trader could figure out what was happening, he heard a loud crash, and a massive lion's paw slammed against the opposite side of the iron fence.

The iron fence made a loud crash.

The black iron gate was instantly dented and deformed, and several thick iron nails shot past him from the side and hit the wall of the corridor, making a loud noise.

His head was buzzing, and he stood there numbly.

He couldn't control the flow of warm urine, wetting his pants.

In the moment when the lion charged close, the woman fell to the ground, kicked the iron gate with her feet, and used the reaction force to roll on the spot, drilling from under the lion's belly to behind the lion.

She raised her hand, and a sword pierced the lion's perineum, with the handle completely gone, and then pulled down with force.

The roar of unbearable pain startled the other three cave lions.

Three lions raised their heads at the same time.

They saw their companion make an unprecedentedly mournful roar, ignoring the white food standing aside, and jumped around like a madman. When it jumped up high, the shattered testicles and intestines were thrown out of the lower body, and the bright red blood was scattered on the scorching yellow sand under the sun.

Three cave lions put down the food in their mouths at the same time, and looked at their companion in surprise and uncertainty.

At this time, the companion had quieted down, but the body soon became shaky.

They watched it fall to the ground with a bang, limp in the sand, and panting weakly. The roar soon stopped, and only the left rib facing upwards was still together.

They watched as the creature that should have been food circled to the side of the companion's back, raised the sword, bent down, and picked up the companion's huge head with blood-stained mane.

The three lion ears were pressed against the sides of the head together.

In the thunderous cheers, the woman inserted the bronze sword at her feet and raised the lion head with both hands, raising her head to drink the blood of the dead lion's neck.

The whole person was suddenly blood-red.

Hunger and thirst prompted her to drink passionately.

Until she was full in her belly and could no longer drink, she casually threw away the lion head.

Ashuer looked blankly at the passageway. The slave trader executed his orders without fail, and the iron gate opened to her.

The lion head thumped on the ground, splashing up a yellow sand.

Under the scorching sun, the woman bathed her blood-stained tall body and the blood-soaked sand around the dead lion, steaming up a faint scarlet, like smoke and mist.

She wiped her mouth and turned to look at the three lions lying in the distance, lowering their heads and growling uneasily. But none of them, including the leader of the cave lions, dared to approach her or roar.

A creaking sound came from behind her.