All human beings watch my farming

The red scorpion rushed over, moving like a gust of wind, its sharp tail hook lifted upwards, and it stabbed fiercely at the soldier's forehead.

The tip of the tail hook is shining with a cold light.

Slave Yan Que seemed to be accustomed to being surrounded by people. He heard the wind, raised his slightly cloudy eyes quickly, raised his fists, and let out a "ha!" Shengsheng grabbed the tail of the red scorpion, clenched his teeth, and flew it aside.

The surrounding audience burst into exclamations and cheers.

Lin Shuo's audience stood up, patted the back of the chair, eyes were red, and shouted: "Bastard, bite him! Kill him!"

"Go on!"

Seeing the stalemate between Red Scorpion and Yan Que, he spat: "Useless things."

The fight was fierce and blood was flying everywhere. Lin Shuo couldn't bear it, and was afraid that the audience around would find out that he was wrong. He raised his hand, covered his mouth, and asked Hui Ling in a low voice, "Why do I think this fighter is a little weak?"

It's not that he looks down on people, nor is it an illusion. Looking at the physique of the slave on the field, he should be a fighter. The faint totem lines on his body during the fight also illustrate this point.But Yan Que's strength, speed, and agility in the fight with the red scorpion were far inferior to the fighters of the Big Bear Tribe? Even young people like Fenglin, Jing, and Yudian couldn't match them.

Hui Ling glanced at Lin Shuo, and complained in his inexplicable eyes: "Not every tribe is as strong as you and the Big Bear tribe."

"what?"

"It's not that we are too weak, but that you are too strong!" He said, "Besides, the strength of the warriors comes from their ancestors. After leaving the forest and the firepit, our power is limited. Don't you feel it?"

Lin Shuo: "..."

"I don't feel it, maybe I'm too strong." He said at Vernes Circuit.

Hui Ling's eyes became even more resentful.

Lin Shuo was helpless, his exoskeleton armor was well worn on his body, the climate in the desert was dry and sunny, and both batteries were fully charged, so naturally he couldn't taste the sense of loss that Hui Ling and others felt.

"It's not my fault, technology is the primary productive force." Lin Shuo muttered.

But he glanced at Tie Dan, who seemed to be a little more listless than usual.Lying in his arms, he neither grinds his teeth nor bites.

The two were talking to themselves, while the Colosseum was noisy and lively, with constant exclamations.Humans and beasts fight to the death. In this colosseum where the soil is compacted and blood-stained, both sides abandon their rationality and turn into wild beasts that only rely on instinct to bite, doing everything in order to survive.

In the eyes of fighting beast lovers, this bloody fight is obviously very exciting, and the audience in front of Lin Shuo almost choked their throats.

He waved his fist: "Go! Red Scorpion! Eat him! You trash!"

At this time, the scene turned sharply, and after a scream, the winner was already divided.

Saw a stern look in Yan Que's eyes, he suddenly gritted his teeth, lifted the Red Scorpion, and tore it in half on top of his head.

Yan Que's arm was torn open by the red scorpion's poisonous needle, and blood was dripping on the ground.

However, no one cared about this, unprecedented cheers erupted from the auditorium, many usually reserved city residents stood up, raised their hands and waved above their heads, they shouted: "Yan Que! Yan Que!"

Yan Que threw down the red scorpion, and threw its corpse at his feet. He moved silently and walked towards the sidelines with a slightly heavy weight.

The host clasped the bronze collar back around his neck with his own hands, and said with a smile on his face: "Let's congratulate Yan Que! This is his third victory!"

"As long as he wins another 97 games, he will be pardoned by the noble city lord, leave the Colosseum, and obtain the status of a city citizen!"

The audience cheered even more.

Part of the reason for this is that the bottom line counterattacks the top, and the script of slaves fighting to become civilians can stimulate people's adrenaline no matter what era it is.

Of course, the more important reason is——

"97 games, impossible."

"How many games did the slave who persisted the longest fight?"

"Twelve or thirteen games. After that, the Colosseum got a mad armored beast from somewhere, and the man's head was bitten to pieces."

……

The host doesn't care what the audience thinks, or it doesn't matter if they know it.He ordered people to clean up the red scorpion corpses in the field, poured clear water on the ground, and flushed the remaining blood into the ditch beside it.

Hui Ling opened his eyes wide, and through the shaking robes in front of him, he saw Yan Que, who had just won a victory, being led into a chain around his neck and locked into a cage that was not much better than a stable.

"Click." The cage door was locked with a lock.

He just sat on the ground like this, and no one healed him.Yan Que opened his palm, and there was a piece of pale pink meat in his palm, which he just took out from the belly of the red scorpion. He sat on the ground, gnawing on the raw meat to replenish his energy.

He wants to live.

Lin Shuo went to the stone platform and exchanged a piece of stone for the prize money he bet on winning - 12 shellfish coins.

He asked Hui Ling: "Are you still watching?"

Hui Ling came to the Colosseum for the first time, and was frightened by the frantic and brutal scene, her heart almost flew out.However, thinking of the purpose of their trip, Hui Ling gritted his teeth and nodded, "Look! We haven't figured out where the slaves Boulder City got from the Hyena Tribe are kept, when will they be auctioned? What conditions are required to participate in the auction ?”

"There are a lot of people here, so it's a good place to collect news."

Lin Shuo glanced at him appreciatively, and handed over two shellfish coins to the waiter: "Then keep watching."

The two of them watched the sun go down, and it was completely dark. Unfortunately, most of the slaves behind were prisoners of war in Boulder City, and they didn't see any slaves like Yan Que again.

Lin Shuo bet on the outcome of several games, some won and some lost.It may be that after living in the forest for a long time, he naturally has a judgment on the strength of people and beasts, so he wins more and loses less. And a few more shellfish.

Because the bet was small, no one noticed, only the waiter who served the two at the beginning glanced at him when he left, and thought: This poor man didn't lose everything, he was lucky.

Watching the beast fight all afternoon was not in vain, and Lin Shuo learned a lot of news from the conversations of the people around him.

He summed it up, and said to Hui Ling: "The auction in Boulder City will be held in 7 days. During these 7 days, the Colosseum will hold large-scale beast fighting activities, allowing barbarian slaves to fight various precious beasts. Show it to the city lords around you."

"This is to show the strength of Boulder City, and also to make the slaves they finally obtained sell at a higher price."

"Seven days later, the auction will be held in the council hall in the center of Boulder City. The city lords, consuls, and big businessmen of nearby cities have all received invitations. The rest of the people who want to participate must pay 7 shellfish coins to the city lord. "

"1 pieces..." After saying this, Lin Shuo and Hui Ling looked at each other.

"How much money do we have now?"

"45 shellfish."

Hui Ling said with a sad face: "Brother Shuo, you should sell me."

Lin Shuo: "Are you worth it?"

Hui Ling: "..."

Lin Shuo sighed: "I didn't expect that in another world, I would still be a poor man."

Painful realization.

While worrying about having no money, the two walked out of the Colosseum and walked towards the courtyard where they lived. At the gate of the courtyard, they met Yantong.Yantong seemed to have picked a beast that could sell for a high price, and he was in a good mood. He asked Lin Shuo and the two: "How is it, does it look good?"

Lin Shuo acted like a countryman entering the city for the first time, patted Hui Ling's arm and said, "It's wonderful! It's the first time I've seen such a strong slave, and I want to see it tomorrow."

Yantong laughed loudly, "Everyone who comes to Boulder City for the first time is like this, tomorrow..."

Suddenly, his eyes turned to the side, and his voice paused.

The vendors on both sides of the street avoided to the side, and a dozen or so carts pulled by camels drove in from the main entrance and came along the middle of the street.

"Four camels pull the cart, which city's lord is this?" Yan Tong muttered, seeing the mark on the cart.

He was surprised: "Why are the people from Huangsha City here?"

Lin Shuo: "Yellow Sand City?"

"Let's avoid it." Yantong pulled him and said, "Huangsha City is a very small and broken city. It became famous only after a new city owner changed in the past ten years. Although they are poor, the people in the city It was very fierce, it was crazy to fight, and it won several battles with the surrounding cities, and took away a lot of slaves. The city owners of several nearby cities did not allow caravans to go there."

"That's why you came from afar, so you want to go to Huangsha City to do business." Yan Tong glanced at them, and said: "If it weren't for the order of Central City, the people nearby would not be willing to recognize Huangsha City at all, nor would they Acknowledge the status of their city lord. This person does not know where he came from, and no one has seen him before."

"So mysterious?" Lin Shuo became curious: "What is the name of the Lord of Huangsha? What does he look like?"

Yantong: "How would I know?"

He pulled two people: "Come, come, you can't hide if you can't be provoked. Be careful that the people in Huangsha City will catch you as a slave."

Apparently he wasn't the only one who thought so. The nearby vendors put away their goods and hid in the stone houses.

Hui Ling and Lin Shuo followed Yantong into the store, passing by the motorcade from Huangshacheng.

In the convoy, a pair of bright eyes opened.Rosh sat in the tall, painted and decorated carriage, lifted the curtains that fluttered around, and glanced outside.

"What's the matter, City Lord?"

"It's okay." The thin curtain closed,

Rosh was thinking about his plan, thinking: Do the business first, and then deal with you.

——I didn’t look at you for a day, and I talked badly about me to a stranger!