War in Heaven

The sun began to fall to the other side of the arena. As the **** game ended, the crowds in the audience's seats were finally out of the game.

The stupid but crazy big man was **** by the soldiers with chains and dragged him with six talents. As for the slaves who were locked in the prison, they received the same treatment.

Under the gaze of Lin Chi, several soldiers dressed in silver armor and dressed in red cloaks came forward and opened the cages of the slaves. On the young faces exposed under the light helmets, there was an unrecognized scorn expression:

"Get out! Garbage."

Lin Chiben thought that other slaves around him would show even a little bit of bone, but he was disappointed to find that other people were very obedient to walk out of the cage, stand in front of the fully armed soldiers, and even reach out to the soldiers. Waiting for the moment to be picked up.

"come out!"

The soldier in front squatted on the cage where Lin Chi was, and the harsh noise that was sent out interrupted Lin Chi’s thoughts.

Lin Chi looked up and saw the soldier’s sabre hanging around his waist, and his flashy light armor. He is quite sure that he can directly kill the man with a short sword before he is caught, and maybe kill some nearby soldiers.

However, even if these people can be killed, several heavy-armed soldiers who are responsible for guarding on the other side of the arena are also difficult to cope with.

More importantly, Lin Chi wants to know what his identity is now, and by the way, find out where the equipment is.

- If you are really an inferior slave as the thin man said, the equipment brought into this game may still be in the slave owner.

So now, I can only temporarily "bear the burden".

Lin slowly swallowed his hands and looked at the hot metal shackles that were baked in the sun, clamping his wrists. Then, under the **** of the soldiers, walk along with the other slaves next to the side door of the arena.

The slaves walked down a few steps and entered the wet and cold area of ​​the arena. It was a basement with chains hanging on it. The ground was covered with yellow weeds, and the mouse could hear the tiny calls of the mice.

There was a rotten smell in the room, which smelled like a few dead bodies. Lin Chi and several other slaves just stood firm and saw a strong man in a red linen robes coming out.

This strong man who stays flat seems to be young, the two eyes are already white, and a long knife mark on the left cheek is particularly eye-catching. The silver lion pattern is sewed on the robes, and the dress should be in a low position.

"The man has already been brought." The captain of the soldier who walked in front bent a little and greeted the flat man.

"Okay, you can go!" The man waved his hand impatiently.

The voice of this person is very rough and does not sound like his identity at all. Rather than saying that the goods are slave owners, it is better to say that it is more like...

Lin Chicai just thought of this, the red text that appeared around the man confirmed his guess:

Gladiator instructor Clodias, heroic NPC, can not be recruited.

"Look up, you waste, I am not here to see you eat white food!" the instructor shouted.

"But I won't fight at all." The "hemp" that I just talked to Lin Chi, squinting at the swollen eyes, the spotted face showed a wretched smile: "I just came to eat and drink..."

His words have not been finished yet, and the flat-headed man suddenly screamed and scared the man to slam it:

"shut up!"

There are several blue veins in the eyes of the instructors, and the sound sounds even more terrifying than the madman who just killed on the court: "Remember, you are the ones who are personally selected from the slaves and qualified to be gladiators! Just in this competitive You can regain your freedom after winning five games in the field! Now, tell me, do you want to spend your life as a civilian, or go back and continue to be a slave?"

"I want to continue to be a slave... at least to survive." A bald slave behind me whispered.

Although the other slaves did not speak, Lin could see that these people also agreed with the opinions of the slaves who had just spoken. In the underground training room, there was a silent silence.

Lin Chi did not speak, the instructor opened again, a pair of hate iron does not become a steel look: "You waste, really do not have any desire for freedom? I used to be a slave gladiator, but I rely on my own Hands, defeated the original champion of the arena, and competed for the present glory for yourself! You guys..."

"Can I change another bedtime story next time? I have listened to this story for dozens of times!" said the man, a hippie smile, causing a burst of laughter from other slaves.

- Are these guys not afraid of death?

Lin was wrinkled and looked around, only to find that the slaves around him were still squatting, but they did not have any awe of the instructors, and this situation did not meet his understanding of this age.

If this place is really the arena of ancient Rome, if these slaves dare to ridicule the arena instructors, I am afraid that they will be directly smashed their heads. But from the current state of view, it is the instructor who eats the blasphemy. The slave seems to be the "grandfather."

"Ok……"

Seeing that the slaves all looked like they didn't cooperate, the instructors also took them completely, and they only shook their heads helplessly, and the voice was filled with repressed anger:

"Start training tomorrow, you still have to rest today..."

After that, the instructor turned and planned to leave the basement. At this moment, Lin Chi, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke up:

"As long as you win five games in a row, you can get free?"

When the words came out, not only the slaves around him were silent, but the instructor also looked back at him and asked aloud: "Yes, are you willing to train?"

"In fact, I don't need training, as long as I can get the original equipment, I can guarantee that I can win every battle." Lin Chi said confidently.

"Get it, man..." The "spirit" standing beside him sneered: "You just want to get the broken bread?"

Ignoring the laughter of the slaves next to me, Lin Chi stood in front of the instructor and looked at the other person's eyes seriously. He asked, "Where is my equipment?"

"Are you serious?" the instructor asked with a frown.

"I am very serious, as long as I get the equipment, let me play immediately. No problem." Lin nodded.

Seeing that this "slave" who is responsible for training is a serious look, he did not trust Lin Chi’s instructor at all, but his heart also produced a trace of suspiciousness. Shen Sheng said: "Follow me, I will test you with wooden weapons." Ability, as long as you can beat me, I will give you your original equipment."

"No problem." Lin nodded.

"In addition, don't think about running away. Last month, slaves used similar excuses to run, and now his body has sunk in the moat." The instructor added another sentence.

"I am not that stupid." Lin Chi smiled.

In fact, Lin Chi did not intend to escape. When he first arrived, he had not figured out the situation, and he was ready to set out the background information of this special map from the instructor's mouth.