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Originally, Claudi, who was forced to calm down, rode slowly on the horse, pretending to be nothing, and crawled through the gaps of the gladiator surrounding him. He also specifically highlighted the symbol of the identity of the civil guardian. The red boots, as long as they were in one go, seized the opportunity, and with his riding skills, he could completely escape like in the Kingdom of Bosphorus.

Terry Ali was proud, pointing at Claudi under the horse and shouting, "Look, how beautiful the boots of the civil guards are. Maybe we will peel them off immediately, in exchange for five Seth's wine."

All the gladiators laughed, shaking various weapons in their hands, making Claudi panic, but he ignored Terry Ali's provocation. Perhaps he was just scaring himself and did not have the courage to kill a civil guardian who was given sacred power in the street. This guy was just the same level as him and was even a knight with no background.

At the moment when the two were intertwined, a gladiator from Thrace next to Terry Ali suddenly threw out a javelin with a lasso. Claudi leaned over to dodge, but the javelin had a pull ring. The gladiator pulled his hand back, and the serrated teeth of the javelin that flashed back quickly, wounding Claudi's arm, "Kill him, kill him!" All the gladiators let out a terrifying roar, forming an iron wall ring, blocking Claudi. All the weapons greeted him like raindrops. Fortunately, Claudi's entourage were also carefully recruited out of the desperate. They pulled Claudi, who was seriously injured, pulled him down from the horse's back like a blood gourd, and dragged him out of the circle of people.

At this moment, about hundreds of people from the Claudi Party, who had noticed nearby, rushed out of the alley behind the Temple of Bellow, and followed Claudi to break into the direction of the temple, "Triali. You'd better kill me today, or I'll kill you in the future!" Even so, when Claudi lay on the carriage carried by everyone, he still stretched out his bloody arms and intimidated the people of Triali who were chasing behind him.

As a result, at the intersection of the Temple of Bellow and the Tiber River, Ignagius and the second wave of gladiators launched a second fatal attack on Claudi. The husband and team carrying the carriage were killed and dispersed. Claudi was dragged aimlessly along the dirt road by several loyal accomplices. Finally, they discovered a crude tavern next to the road. Claudi's head was no longer able to hang down. But under the bumpy inertia, he kept trying to lift it up. The dazzling sunshine shook and constantly impacted his dispersed mind. His legs were no longer in control, and the two blood stains in front of him continued to extend.

A burst of dust and a muffled sound. The accomplices placed Claudi on the floor of the front porch of the tavern. The bedbug began to crawl around on his body in panic, looking for a place to escape. "Kill everyone and surround them!" Gladiators shouted everywhere outside. Terry Ali and Ignajius issued this death order. Claudi only had a pitiful number of subordinates, and soon fell one by one in a pool of blood under the storm-like attack.

About half a moment later, when Li Bida arrived here with his men, Terry Ali had all slipped away. Li Bida trembled in the muddy depression after the rain, mixed with the smell of blood, and walked to the abandoned tavern. The door posts and railings were covered with scars of knife and axe. Claudi's entourage could almost be said to have been cut into pieces, but when Li Bida stepped on the flesh and blood and walked into the front porch, Claudi, who was lying in the dirty dust, was still breathless, because the enemy saw that he had been stabbed to the vital point and intended to let him die of blood.

Timothy, who came to hear the news, touched Claudi's body, shook his head at Li Bida, so the Duzhi official half-kneeled down and grabbed Claudi's outstretched hand. The other party swallowed a few mouthfuls of blood. Because his internal organs were pierced, it made him extremely difficult to speak. "A sad joke, I didn't expect to die here... The enemy is Pompey, he is afraid of me. Unless I die, the consul will definitely belong to me next year, right..."

"Yes, since I could help you become a civil servant back then, I would definitely help you become a consul. Pompey was afraid that we would join forces, so he could only use such despicable tricks."

"I'm going to die, and the war is about to break out. Promise me and take good care of my sister." After Claudi said this, his anger began to be unable to responsively sobbing in the darkness. "I'm very afraid of the darkness. Sister, come quickly, sister, come quickly, your brother will still be afraid of the darkness. Come quickly..."

Gradually his voice stopped, Li Bida stood up slowly, "Replace the body of the guardian's corpse in a clean robe, put it on a stretcher, pass through the entire Roman city, and go straight to the Paladin Mountain, yes, go up the Paladin Mountain!"

Everyone handled the matter as required. They collected the cinnamon twigs, woven a stretcher, wrapped Claudi's cold body in white cloth, and placed it on it. At this time, the thousands of Claudi Party who heard the bad news rushed from all directions, bringing out the army soldiers and tens of thousands of people to reinforce the army, and sending out a trembling mourn. "Today, a civil guard in Rome was killed!" Everyone shouted this slogan, "And the people who killed him were trying to get away with the law."

When Claudi's body was carried to her house, Claudiya and Fulivia tore their clothes in front of everyone, exposed their chests, and shouted like crows, especially her sister. She climbed forward and pulled her brother's shroud again in front of the onlookers. Her eyes were bleeding, counting the wounds on her brother one by one. Then Fulivia held a piece of lead, pulled out her hairpin, and scribbling it with her hair disheveled hair. Each stroke called the name of a god to curse the murderer.

"Don't do such a futile thing anymore!" Suddenly, Li Bida shouted, pointing to everyone and said, "Since someone is trying to kill Claudi and hopes to achieve his ulterior motives, everyone now does not need to have unrealistic fantasies. The war has broken out, and today the offense and harming the body of the civil servants are all the remnants of the Capua Gladiator School. What should we do next!"

"Go with peace of mind. Whoever dares to defend my husband's death, I swear to the goddess of vengeance that in the future, he will nail his head and hands to the bronze pillars of the Grand Plaza!" Fulivia shook her bare chest, raised her hands, and shouted to the sky.

On the Paladin Mountain, tens of thousands of Claudi Party holding various weapons came down all over the mountains. They lit torches and swept across the blocks of Rome City, searching for the murder participants hiding in taverns and brothels. If they encountered resistance, they would burn all the places. Countless mobs joined the frenzy, walking all the way, burning all the way, killing all the way, and eventually they rushed to the main square.
Chapter completed!