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The slaves around uttered all kinds of shouts, most of which were "killed, killed", and one or two who were close lay down on the ground and vomited acid water. Li Gang's distorted face had been deeply imprinted in their minds. I'm afraid I will never forget it in my life.A gladiator slave will die when he dies. No one will pity them, and no one will stand up for a worthless and domineering slave, joking, and don't look at who the other party is?Some people even showed a little snicker, shouting in their hearts that it is a good death.

Su Li, who had been watching from a close distance, covered her eyes in fright. She had never seen such a bloody and cruel scene. How could a person cut open the stomach of another living person and break off his head?Is this still a person?
Although she was very disgusted with Zhang Huen's cruelty, her professional ethics did not allow her to make unfair judgments based on her likes and dislikes.

Su Li immediately marked three bronze stars after Zhang Huen's evaluation, and added a sentence after that, "This person is extremely cruel and easy to kill. It is recommended to recruit him as a long-term supporting role."

Formally registered film and television companies can rate the Bronze Medal and below, and the Bronze Medal and above are all up to the actors themselves to fight for. As much attention as there is, there is a high level, which is completely divorced from the so-called film associations, video associations, and industry guilds. control.That is to say, no matter what you are blocked in your own country, as long as you have fans supporting you, the crown is still the crown, and the diamond is still the diamond. )
"Maggots! Your days are over!"

The sound of leather whips hitting the ground sounded at the door, and two heavily armed soldiers walked in. A big black man in a short leather jacket with a whip came in. When he saw No. 119 lying on the sand in a miserable state At that time, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he laughed and said:
"It seems that you don't like him very much, but I like your cruelty very much. Go out and please your audience and master. I hope you can be as fierce as you are now!"

The slaves bowed their heads and walked out through the wooden door one by one. When Zhang Huen walked past the black man, a black message appeared in his eyes:
"Raykovandis - the hero of the drama

Status: healthy
Attack Difficulty: Larger Attack Reward: Slightly Increased Power"

"Snapped!"

Zhang Huen's gaze was rewarded with a whip, and the whip hit his body, splashing a trace of blood, Laikovandis's white and neat teeth looked so glaring against his dark skin, and his laughter was so harsh:
"Interesting guy, if you can survive the arena, I can train you to be a qualified gladiator."

Zhang Huen gritted his teeth and glared at Laikovandis, and in exchange for another whip, he walked into the Medica arena in pain, and found that the mountain-like shouts were getting louder and louder, and the enthusiastic audience on the wooden stands Their expressions were already ferocious, and only death and blood could give them more stimulation, be worth the fare, and soothe their anxiety of waiting.

Like other slaves, he was driven to the center of the arena by two soldiers. The circular arena is about a little smaller than a football field, and there is no architectural style to speak of, except for the marble columns used to support the stands. All of them are of brick and wood structure, and the dome is even patched with some cloth and animal skins to cover part of the sunlight.

Slaves were also driven out from the other four wooden doors. The soldiers around the arena drove 999 people to the center of the arena with long guns. The 999 people crowded together like sardine cans. No physical contact, just staring at the weapons in the hands of the soldiers with a horrified expression. All 999 people crowded into a group, occupying less than one-tenth of the entire arena.The outer circle was surrounded by heavily armed black armored soldiers.

The noon sun shone on this group of slaves, and the yellow sand scorched the soles of their feet with a terrifying temperature. Many slaves screamed and jumped, and their monkey-like movements were exchanged for the laughter and insults of the audience at the beginning of the stage. In the arena, the good side of human nature is completely covered, while the evil side of human nature is infinitely magnified like the scenery under a solar eclipse.

Zhang Huen stood there quietly, scanning the surrounding environment, to survive, to pass the assessment, and to earn money.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The audience all stood up and kept waving and shouting. In the independent stands on one side of the arena, there were several gorgeously dressed men and women, who commented on the slaves with great interest. A thin white man was holding a piece of parchment and using a quill pen Record their bets on it.

When the audience was almost shouting, a white-haired old man sitting in the middle of the group of men and women stood up, stretched out his hand to signal to the audience on both sides, the audience's shouting gradually decreased, and gradually regained their calmness and sat back in their seats. , Many people looked at the white-haired old man expectantly. The organizer of this wrestling fight was less nonsense, and he was willing to devote himself, which won the hearts of the people.

The old white man coughed twice, and said in an old and vigorous voice:
"Good citizens of Chennaz, to celebrate the Festival of the Fire, the generosity of Romola and Anderpias has brought us a wonderful gladiatorial display."

Two middle-aged men in fancy attire got up to pay their respects, and there was a burst of sparse applause. Gladiator slave traders are greedy leeches, and they don't deserve too much attention from noble citizens. The two sat there dissatisfied Back to his seat, the white-haired old man went on to say:
"As an appetizer for this fire casting festival, and to celebrate the victory of General Daniels in Laclas, these thousand slaves from Laclas will be offered as sacrifices to the great Vulcan. Next, let us have Enter the valiant gladiators."

Accompanied by the audience shouting the slogan of long live three times, four gold-masked men standing on a separate platform on the east side of the stand began to recite poems.

"Evil Lakras people, who drink blood and disrespect the gods, blood flowed across the ocean, polluting the ears of the gods, brave gladiators, they come from the hometown of the god of war, please use the sword and shield given by the gods to cleanse the world's largest sores."

Zhang Huen watched the recitation of the four gold-masked men heartlessly, and four teams of gladiators armed to the teeth poured into the arena from five directions.

Zhang Huen squeezed among the crowd, looked at the five teams of gladiators, and found that each team consisted of between 50 and [-] people, wearing all kinds of strange-shaped helmets, full-body armor, armed with knives, guns, swords, halberds, shields, net bags, rakes, Hammers, giant axes and other weird weapons are lined up on the sidelines in an orderly manner.

After they lined up in five squares, the soldiers surrounding the slaves began to retreat slowly. It was not until they had retreated to the edge of the arena that a majestic horn sounded from the sidelines, distracting the noisy audience. It was suppressed.The recitation of the four golden-masked men has entered a new stage:

"Praise the selfless gifts of the gods, and let the blood of heresy water the ground under their feet. Everyone should remember the generosity of the city lord. Only the feast of killing can heal the wounds of the expeditionary warriors. Praise Comeo, praise Marion Land, praise the gods! "

After finishing speaking, the four golden-masked men all bowed to the white-haired old man to salute. The old man nodded, raised his right hand high, made a gesture of pressing down with one hand, and shouted with all his strength:
"start!"