War Paradise

The breath of Death and fear permeated the Alexandria Arena, and even the cheers of the audience became much smaller.

"Ahhhhh..."

The gladiators who were thrown into the field fled in all directions, and those warriors who were not afraid of death in peace were like two of them. These muscular and brawny men looked like frightened sheep at this time, without even a bit of fighting spirit.

In ordinary games, this coward would have been hacked to death by the guards on the outside of the arena. But now, no one is paying attention to these gladiators running in all directions. The eyes of all spectators and soldiers are focused on the knight in the middle of the arena.

Ziegfei, wearing black armor, covered half of his face with a black helmet with sharp horns in the shape of a dragon, only showing a rigid chin. He holds a big sword in his hand, and the blade is shrouded in a light blue light, as if some kind of magic is condensed.

The guy didn't even need to move, just standing there on a military horse, he revealed an incredible sense of oppression, which made it impossible to look away.

——He is the incarnation of "Death".

Even though he has died, he is still invincible, his existence seems to be bringing death to others. What's more weird is that this murderous arena champion seems to be holding a bit of guilt.

The rotted lips under the helmet moved slightly, making a faint sound:

"sorry."

Then, he waved the big silver sword in his hand and chopped it down at the gladiators who were fleeing from the sidelines.

A blade-shaped blue cold light swept out of the big sword. It only appeared for less than two seconds before disappearing. The gladiators on the sidelines suddenly stopped in place, and their upper bodies slowly slipped from the gap between their waists. The internal organs smashed to the ground.

Seeing the bloody and crazy scene, the audience was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly there was a shock of cheers.

"The invincible dragon slayer Ziegfei has won again!" The host shouted excitedly, as if he had forgotten his work as an interpreter: "Look at him, he is so handsome! He is so powerful and beautiful! A perfect combination, a beautiful incarnation bestowed by heaven!"

Everyone in the arena focused their eyes on the knight standing in the arena. Behind the wooden fence door at the side entrance of the arena, a few unseen gladiators in leather armor also saw the competition through the gap. The slaughter that took place in the field all showed horrified expressions on their faces:

"Fortunately, Daddy didn't play today, otherwise I'm afraid I will be reimbursed..." A bruised man touched his chest with lingering fear, and stared at the black knight standing on the field without blinking.

"Haha, maybe you will meet the'Hun', that lunatic is far more fierce than Zieg!" A gladiator beside him laughed.

"It's okay, I heard that the Huns were borrowed from the Caesar Arena next door." Another gladiator whispered.

While these rude and violent men were chatting, a young man who was still sleeping on a wooden chair slowly opened his eyes, focused his gaze on the knight in the center of the court, and rubbed it in confusion. Eye:

"Have I seen him in any mobile game?"

"What did you say?" The gladiator beside him frowned at the incomprehensible vocabulary.

"It's okay, I just think this guy is a bit familiar. I seem to have seen him more than once. And it's all bad memories." The young man in light leather armor casually explained.

At this moment, there was a confused expression on his thin face. He noticed this new face that he hadn't seen before. Several other gladiators who were paying attention to Ziegfei next to him all turned to look at him. One of them asked, "Friend, are you new here? What's your name? "

"Just call me'gatekeeper'." The man gave a pseudonym that was obviously a code name.

"Haha, can you really be able to fight when you are so skinny? Isn't it a slave who was thrown into the court to die?" A dark-skinned man next to him mocked: "Are you really a gladiator, kid?"

The gatekeeper ignored the opponent's provocation, but continued to focus on the black-armored knight. Two seconds later, a line of scarlet text appeared in his sight:

"Dragon Slayer" Zigefei, a hero-level NPC (leader-level), cannot be recruited.

Seeing this familiar name, the gatekeeper seemed to recall his previous painful experience when playing a certain mobile game, gritted his teeth and made an angry voice: "Damn, it was you..."

With Siegfei's exit, the audience quickly dispersed, and the crowded arena was no longer empty in less than five minutes.

"Where are they going?" the gatekeeper asked.

"Ha." The big man standing in front of the door answered the "newcomer" question: "Should I go to the Caesars Arena to see the Huns?"

...

At the same moment, Lin Chi, who was still locked in a cage on the sidelines, also noticed that the audience on the sidelines began to increase.

The rookie pecking in the arena continues. The gladiators currently fighting in the arena seem to be very weak, not as strong as the instructor said, even if they take a weapon, they can easily handle it.

The audience is obviously not here to watch this level of competition, so...

——Are there any real powerhouses about to appear on the stage?

Lin Chi was thinking about it, and saw a few soldiers walk over quickly, stood beside the instructor, and said something to the instructor.

Hearing what the other party said, the instructor who was still calm suddenly shouted: "No! They haven't trained yet, this is not a game at all!"

"The gladiator who was scheduled to play committed suicide, so I can only send someone on it temporarily!" The soldier who spoke also raised his voice: "Do you want them to play, or go up and die by yourself?"

"..."

The instructor lowered his head and murmured a few more words. It was not until the soldiers left that they turned to the slave gladiator's cage and yelled, "Get up, don't sleep!"

"What's the matter?" Lin Chi asked, "Do you need us to play?"

Although he only heard part of the conversation just now, he already understood the current situation. As expected, the instructor nodded solemnly and said loudly:

"There is no time to train, now the official insists on sending you to play, so there is no way..."

"Huh?" The man who just woke up snorted, and a wretched smile appeared on his skinny face: "But we don't know how to fight at all. Honorable spectators won't like to watch this kind of game."

"No, this time it is a special player." The instructor shook his head solemnly: "The audience is not here to watch your game at all, they just want to watch the special player kill people..."

Before he could finish his words, he was overwhelmed by the host's roar, and the originally quiet arena finally began to lively:

"Dear viewers, the finale of the Caesars Arena night arena has begun! This time we have invited one of the most popular players in the arena-the Xiongnu! Please experience it yourself!"

The spectators continued to enter the arena to fill the vacant seats in the auditorium, and the spiked metal gate on the east side of the arena began to slowly open outward.

The door had just opened a slit, and Lin Chi, who was on the other side of the venue, smelled an indescribable rancid smell that almost made him unable to breathe.

The rancid smell seems to come from an ancient tomb soaked in water, which can only be described as "disgusting". The sitting audience covered their mouths and noses with red scarves, which seemed to be an official gift provided by the arena.

"Uh, you'd better cover your noses quickly, the Huns have killed the audience!" The host's voice was a little fuzzy, as if he was covering his mouth and nose.

There was a heavy shadow behind the open door. Before Lin Chi saw what the "Hun" looked like, the red text of the character introduction appeared in his sight:

"Youxian King", a hero-level NPC (leader-level), cannot be recruited.

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