"Try it, try it!" Adiana was a little panicked, but she was too thirsty. "Okay, then start... Move quickly... Just turn your head and touch it."

Karabis smirked, endured the pain, and twisted his swollen head over. Adianna's virgin face was extremely beautiful under the moonlight. Her chestnut hair was dyed with a hazy halo under the moonlight, but her eyes were full of disgust: "You, Karabis, are even more disgusting and ugly, clay jar..." Before she finished speaking, her lips were quickly "pecked" by Karabis, and then she broke away with her blow.

Adiana stayed for a while, then hesitated: "If you can get in touch, go and feed me with water." Karabis obediently did it, and then wrapped water in his mouth. Adiana greeted her lips obediently - and then the two people's mouths touched each other again.

Because of unskilledness and panic, a lot of water overflowed and flowed on Adiana's chin and neck. "What's the fool Karabis? Just wrap my mouth with you, won't it be enough."

"As for order!" Karabis said firmly in his heart, and then for the second time, he sucked water like a nose, and then slowly reached Adiana's soft little mouth like a snail's horn, and then opened it vigorously, tightly putting the princess's little red lips into his mouth. "Woooooooooooooo..." Adianna was a little embarrassed and instinctively pressed her tongue up, "fighting" with Karabis's tongue that was sending water.

Soon, the "water delivery channel" built by the two people through their lips ran very fiercely, with a slight tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk

After separation, Adianna swallowed the water, her heart pounded, and Karabis also had a sudden heart movement. She stopped temporarily, gasped, and waited for Adianna's reaction.

In less than a minute, Adiana said righteously: "Karabis, don't let your cowardice delay the noble master's request to continue drinking water. Keep it up, hurry up." Calabis nodded repeatedly, drew water again, and gently bit the other party's red lips, and sent it into Adiana's throat.

I don't know how long it took, the water was finished, but the two of them still stuck together, rubbing back and forth, humming, Karabis only felt Adianna's breathing and the fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, like a sub-apologetically.

"Bastard, what are you doing!" Adiana, who finally reacted, used her forehead as a weapon to knock Karabis back.

Karabis felt that the wounds were clear and bright, and he no longer hurt so much. He took a few deep breaths and was happy to get rid of his identity as a senior magician and successfully change his job.

Adiana on the other side couldn't see her expression clearly, so she could only hear her cramped breathing slightly. After a long time, she asked Karabis a question that almost sprayed water: "Carbis, do you say that between a lowly slave man and a woman like you can also get such noble pleasure when feeding each other water?"

"No, Your Highness, you can only have this sweetness when you do this with a noble woman like you." Karabis flattered hard in Greek.

"Sure enough." Adiana was very satisfied with Karabis's answer, then raised her head and sighed, and asked, "Karbis, if you explain that if the Legion sets off, will the centurion continue to punish us?"

"It's hard to say, what's going on tomorrow, I'll see you next time."

When the sun rose again the next day, Karabis opened his sleepy eyes, and his wounds continued to hurt. His tied hands had already lost consciousness in pain. In the camp tent, there was the noise of the camp slaves coming and going, but everyone was preparing for the pre-employment. No one dared to visit the two Karabi, and no one dared to send food and water.

The angry Karabis shouted, and Adiana next to her was silent, maybe she was so weak that she fainted.

As he cursed, Karabis slowly lost his strength and his eyes became dazed. No, if this continues, he will starve to death or die of thirst before the legion is launched. I want to live, I want to survive.

A mule sniff was a "owl". It was secretly untied by several slaves and slowly walked to Karabis. Karabis rolled his eyes and looked at it with a senseless look, "Hey, man, okay..."

The owl was slow and pissed in front of Karabis in a deep mood, "My man, that's great, man, you saved me." Karabis was grateful, and then stretched his neck and tongue out of his slut, and licked the owl's urine desperately.

Suddenly, a reflection of the urine was reflected in front of the sword. Karabis actually heard the sound of the dagger coming out of the sheath - it's over, was it Hebrida coming to execute me? He raised his head slightly, and a pair of slender legs in shining armor appeared in front of him. He was moving his eyes upwards, and there was a burning sunlight. He couldn't see the appearance of this person at all, but it was definitely not Hebrida.

"It's really interesting to drink the slave of horse pee." The man spoke, in a cynical tone, and then the light of the sword slid down instantly - Karabis closed his eyes fiercely...

"Thorny", the sword cut the ropes on him and Adiana, and both Karabi fell to the ground. The man smiled again, put the sword into the sheath, and then turned and left, leaving in the camp where Hebrida was, leaving only Karabis with a tall and thin back.

The moment before the Seventh Legion drove, Karabis and Adiana hid behind the camp. The soldiers and the tenth corpses were checking the equipment, and no one paid attention to them. Porty brought barley cakes and clear water. The two of them, especially Adiana, ignored their identities and directly ripped and bittened with their dirty hands.

Until the moment the troops entered, Hebrida did not come to cause trouble for them. It seemed that the centurion had almost forgotten it-Potty served him well last night, and he was in a better mood after the young officer who had cut the ropes left.

The camp slaves followed behind the soldiers' column. This time Lukulas issued an order to carry the marching - the soldiers of the Seventh Legion, each carrying a pickaxe on his shoulder. He had a shield, a bundle of blankets, a cloak, two javelins and lock curtains, helmets, and daggers were slapped across the waist with a strap. He wore a sweatshirt inside, and the sweatshirt was dyed with the logo of the Seventh Legion.

Seventh, the logo of the Bacchus Legion is very unique, it is the image of the God of Baccarat, a simplified human form, sheep-headed and sheep legs, surrounded by vines, and huge and exaggerated **tower towering high. This image is imprinted on the camp flag of each brigade in an open manner.

As the soldiers' column stepped on the earthy road and walked towards the east sky, after the dust raised, the city of Amesus, which survived the disaster, was still emitting wisps of blue smoke.

"Trumpeter, play a military song of the army!" Hebrida shouted in high spirits.

The trumpeters in front of the column bulged their cheeks and blew the bent horns shaped like "C" in their hands. Soon, the soldiers of the Seventh Legion of the Regiment and the Hundred-People Team sang in unison to respond:

“Don’t trust the philosopher, he tricked you into a barrel to recuperate;

Then go to bed with your wife.

Don't trust the doctor, he tricked you into taking out the copper coins in your wallet;

Then kill you in a noble way.

Don't trust the tutor, he tricks your son into going to school;

But he used ** to send it into your son's back door.

Only believe in the Legion, only believe in the Legion.

Only believe in Bucks, only believe in Bucks.

We fight for our fathers (elders), kill the enemy men, rape the fat and tender women, and steal all their wines. These are the sense of honor that our fathers teach us.

Fathers, give me a bushel of fine wine, and I can plunder three thousand tarante gold for you;

Fathers, give me three thousand tarantes of gold, I would rather exchange for a bushel of wine."

"This is also a military song!" Karabis was wrapped in three layers of inside and outside, sitting in a mule cart, complaining fiercely in his heart.

At this time, the soldiers of the Seventh Legion stopped singing and whistled loudly at the marching column next to them, mocking. In a blink of an eye, the column there was obviously different from the outfits of the legion soldiers. It was the auxiliary legion of the Samonai and Masi in Italy, with eight brigades, and they also followed Lukulas to act together. The weapons and armor of these soldiers were obviously one level behind the regular Roman legion. Many of them also carried simple Greek helmets with goose feathers, with only a bronze breastplate tied to them. Some of them were holding Greek swords and some held short spears.

"Romans, when you two consuls were naked, throwing down your weapons, and passing through the Thorn Gate formed by the wheels, they were as majestic as you!" The Samonai people over there were not willing to be outdone, and they also ironic about their glorious achievements in annihilation of the Roman troops back then, but that was more than two hundred years ago (the Second Samonai War, 321 BC).

You come and go, the noise swells up, as if people forget the fatigue of the march - "Hey, Karabis, the cunning double-eared pottery jar, don't forget what I told you before, go back to Karabi Palace immediately, pay attention to finding the whereabouts of my mother's little crown." On the mule cart, Adiana was still worried, "If this matter is successful, I will make you the personal slave of my daughter, and you can also consider doing last night's, that, that."
Chapter completed!