War Paradise

The sun began to fall to the other side of the arena, and as the **** match ended, the still-satisfied crowd in the audience finally began to leave the arena.

The stupid but crazy big man was **** with chains by the soldiers, and it took a full six talents to drag him down. As for the slaves who were kept in cages on the sidelines, they also received the same treatment.

Under Lin Chi's gaze, several soldiers in silver armor and red capes stepped forward and opened the cages of the slaves. The young faces exposed under the light helmets had expressions of undisguised contempt:

"Get out! Garbage."

Lin Chi thought that the other slaves around him would show even the slightest spine, but he was disappointed to find that the others got out of the cage very obediently, stood in front of the heavily armed soldiers, and even extended their hands to the soldiers. , Waiting for the moment of being handcuffed.

"come out!"

The soldier in front kicked the cage where Lin Chi was, and the harsh noise interrupted Lin Chi's thoughts.

Lin Chi looked up at the soldier's saber around his waist and the flashy light armor on his body. He was quite sure that before he was handcuffed, he could directly grab the dagger and kill this person in seconds, and maybe he could kill several nearby soldiers.

However, even if they could kill these people, the heavy armored soldiers who were guarding on the other side of the arena would still be unable to cope with the lack of equipment.

More importantly, Lin Chi wanted to know who he was now, and by the way, to find out where the equipment was.

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

So now, I can only "endure the humiliation" temporarily.

Lin slowly stretched out his hands, looked at the metal shackles that were scorched by the sun, and clamped his wrists. Then, under the **** of the soldiers, walked to the side entrance of the arena with the other slaves beside him.

The slaves walked down a few steps and entered the damp and cold area under the arena. It was a basement with hanging chains. The ground was covered with yellow weeds. The small rat sounds could be heard in the room.

There was an aura of decay in the room, and it smelled like a few dead bodies were hidden. Just as Lin Chi and the other slaves had just stood firm, they saw a strong man in a red linen robe coming out.

This slender man with a flat head seemed to be quite old, his temples were already pale, and a long knife mark on his left cheek was particularly eye-catching. The robe is sewn with a silver lion pattern, which seems to be of high status.

"The man has been brought." The soldier captain who was walking in front bent slightly to greet the flat-headed man.

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

This person's voice is very rough, and it sounds completely inconsistent with his identity. It's not so much a slave owner, it's more like...

Just when Lin Chi thought of this, the red text that appeared next to the man confirmed his guess:

Gladiator instructor Clodias, a heroic NPC, cannot be recruited.

"Look up, you rubbish, I am not here to see you eating for nothing!" the instructor roared.

"But I don't know how to fight at all." The "stuff" who spoke to Lin Chi just now stared at his swollen eyes, and his speckled face showed a wretched smile: "I'm just here to eat..."

Before he finished speaking, the flat-headed man suddenly yelled, and the man shivered in fright:

"shut up!"

Several blue veins appeared in the corner of the instructor’s eyes, and his voice sounded even more terrifying than the madman who had just killed on the field: "Remember, you are personally selected from slaves and qualified to become gladiators! Just play here. You can regain your freedom by winning five games in a row! Now, tell me, do you want to live your life as civilians, or go back and continue to be slaves?"

"I want to continue to be a slave... at least I can survive." A bald slave in the back murmured.

Although the other slaves did not speak, Lin Chi could see that these people also agreed with the slave who had just spoken. There was an awkward silence in the underground training room.

Before Lin Chi could speak, the instructor spoke again, with an expression of hating iron and steel: "You rubbish, do you really have no desire for freedom? I used to be a slave gladiator before, but I rely on my own. With both hands, defeated the original champion of the arena, and fought for the current glory for yourself! You guys..."

"Can you change to another bedtime story next time? I've heard this story dozens of times!" said the man with a smile on his face, causing a burst of laughter from the other slaves.

——Aren't these guys afraid of death?

Lin Chi frowned and looked around, only to find that even though the slaves around him were still handcuffed, they had no respect for the instructors. This situation was completely inconsistent with his understanding of this era.

If this place is really an ancient Roman arena, if these slaves dared to taunt the arena instructors, they would have their heads cut off, but from the current state, it is the instructors who are crippled, and the slaves seem to be the "uncle".

"Ok……"

Seeing that the slaves were all uncooperative, the instructor also completely mistreated them, and could only shook his head helplessly, with a suppressed anger in his voice:

"Training will start tomorrow, and today you should rest first..."

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

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

As soon as he said this, not only the slaves around him were silent, but the instructor suddenly looked back at him and asked loudly: "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 victory in all battles." Lin Chi said confidently.

"Come on, buddy..." The "spindle" standing beside him sneered, "You just want to get back the broken bread, right?"

Ignoring the laughter of the slaves nearby, Lin Chi stood in front of the instructor, looked at each other's eyes seriously, and asked, "Where is my equipment?"

"Are you serious?" the instructor frowned and asked.

"I'm very serious. As long as I get the equipment, there is no problem for me to play immediately." Lin Chi nodded.

Seeing the serious appearance of the "slave" who was in charge of training, he didn't trust Lin Chi's instructor at all, but there was a trace of suspicion in his heart, and he said in a deep voice, "Come with me, I will give you a wooden weapon to test you. Ability, as long as you can beat me, I will give you your original equipment."

"No problem." Lin Chi nodded.

"Also, don't even think about running away. Last month there was a slave who tried to run away with similar excuses. Now his body has sunk in the moat." The instructor added another sentence.

"I'm not that stupid." Lin Chi smiled.

In fact, Lin Chi didn't intend to escape. He hadn't figured out the situation when he first arrived, and he was ready to pull out the background information of this special map from the instructor.