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Chapter 104 Slaves, Heroes, and Gladiators

slave!

What a harsh word, Maximus did not expect that he would be sold as a slave one day, but these are not important anymore, he is alone, nothing is important now, even, in his heart, there is no reason at all because From a general to a slave, such a drastic change of identity caused some waves.

After the slave caravan delivered these slaves to the slave market, Maximus sat alone in a relatively rear position among a bunch of slaves, leaning on a small pillar the size of an arm supporting the old shed, with his head bowed Indifferent.

The feeling of weakness in his body, coupled with his grief and death, made Maximus look lifeless, like a walking dead.

At this time, an old man with a long black cloth wrapped around his head, wearing a robe and a gray beard, who looked like a client brought by a slave trader, came among the slaves under the guidance of the slave boss.

"Does any of them know how to fight? I have a match recently!" the old man said.

"Proximo, my old friend, although you need people who are good at fighting, you should also need people who are good at fighting!" As a businessman, selling your own products is a necessary skill.

The old man named Proximo ignored the slave trader who was speaking. He was a businessman with rich experience and sharp vision, so he naturally had his own standard of judgment.

After a while, he selected six slaves including Maximus. After negotiating the price with the slave trader, he put them in cages and pulled them back to a huge courtyard with a carriage. It is the home of Proximo.

Oh, I forgot to mention that he makes a profit by training gladiators and letting his own gladiators fight with other people's gladiators. He is the slave owner of the gladiators.

Maximus was driven out of the car, followed behind a group of slaves with a numb expression, and stood in a row with them with his eyes out of focus, despite some servants in long robes sprinkled white on his bare chest and back. powder.But he looked at Proximo's mouth opening and closing, and didn't listen to a single word he said.

"I am Proximo. The next few days will be your most miserable days. In the last few days before the end, I will be very close to you, even better than the mother who brought you into this damn world, but, I didn't pay you for company, I'm not a good person, I'm going to profit off of your death, when your life begins with your mother and when it ends, I'll be by your side until the fate of death When it comes, you will be sublimated by people's cheers!"

Having said this, Proximo applauded lightly, lowered his head slightly, and said, "Gladiators, I salute you!".

Prosimo's words speak to their impending fate, to become a gladiator.

In Rome, the gladiators in the arena, when they won one victory after another, could indeed become the admirers of all spectators, all, they were the heroes of the arena.

Although they are basically slaves, they still have an identity in the arena, that is, gladiators, heroes!

Some people have even said that what maintains the lifeblood of Rome is not the marble in the Senate, nor the sword in Caesar's hand, but the yellow sand in the arena!
Gladiators in the arena are the easiest people to harvest the worship of the people!

Gladiator!
There was astonishing heat in the eyes of some slaves. They didn't feel terrible in the face of such a fate, but felt slightly excited. Yes, they wanted to be the ones that all the audience cheered for, went crazy for, and worshiped, that Heroes of the arena!

Maximus didn't fluctuate a bit.

hero?so what?
Wasn't he a hero in the eyes of the soldiers before?
But what did he get?
Family ruined?Brother died tragically?
Hehe, hero...

Maximus' chapped lips moved slightly, bending a sarcastic arc.

"Stop him!"

"Quick! Someone broke in!"

"quick!"

At this moment, there was chaos at the entrance of the yard. The slaves who were listening to Prosimo looked over in confusion. Who had the courage to break into the home of a gladiator slave owner?

The person who came was wearing a brown robe with arms exposed. His figure was as slender and powerful as a black panther, exuding a faint sense of threat. Under the short black hair, there was a pair of dark eyes like a secluded pool. At this time, those black eyes The eyes are looking at them slaves.

No, to be precise, it was one of them.

"At the end!" Maximus squeezed out a word that only he could hear through his hoarse throat, his numb eyes were filled with surprise, and a burst of anger quietly gushed out, making him feel like he was walking like a flesh in the last moment His whole body 'lived' over.

The intrusion at the end of the season, like a drop of water dripping into a frying pan, provoked a violent reaction.

Near the door, more than a dozen gladiators who were training, and several guards hired by Proximo, surrounded the intruding quarter-end.

Glancing at the people around him, there was no movement in his eyes at the end of the season. During training, in order to prevent the gladiators from resisting, the gladiators only held wooden daggers. As for the guards, except for a few guards who came over Apart from watching the excitement, most of the guards still stood where they were.

In their view, a person, those gladiators who are specially trained for gladiatorial fighting, are much more terrifying than them, enough to teach others that even their mothers can't recognize them.

However, for the end of the season, this person is really not a problem.

There was no pause in his footsteps, as if the gladiators in front of him were nothing but air.

Such an attitude immediately aroused the fierceness of the gladiators, and they waved the wooden weapons in their hands and attacked towards the end of the season.

Facing the wooden dagger falling towards his chest, Ji Mo turned his body slightly, stretched out one hand, grasped the blade, and punched a gladiator in the chest, knocking him back and grabbing the opponent's weapon.

In the next second, the dagger in his hand slammed into another gladiator's body, causing the wooden dagger to break, and the gladiator who was attacked was thrown flying.

Step by step, the gladiators fell one by one, pressing their chests.

When he walked less than 30 meters at the end of the quarter, the dozen or so gladiators surrounding him had all fallen to the ground moaning in pain.

Seeing this scene, all the gladiators and guards opened their mouths in surprise, and looked at the inexplicable man who barged in in disbelief, but then they became furious because of the attitude at the end of the season.

But when they were just moving, the owner here, Proximo with inexplicable gleams in his eyes, glanced at Maxim who started to tremble slightly, raised his hand, and said, "Stop!" .

After the words fell, the others obediently stopped in place, but Ji Mo walked step by step towards Maximus who was standing there, staring blankly at him.

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