War Paradise

Lin Chi knew that in the Xiongnu regime, the four nobles with the highest status were called the "Four Corners" except for the "Shan Yu" who was the ruler.

"The Book of the Later Han-Southern Xiongnu Biography" records clearly: "The noble minister Zuo Xian, the second Zuo Guli, the second right Xian, and the second right Guli, are called the four corners.

The Huns respected the left, and there has always been a saying that the left is respected and the right is inferior. Therefore, the position of the Zuo Xian king is actually much higher than that of the Right Xian king.

But even so, Lin Chi did not dare to take it lightly. After all, he knew very well that he was not facing the right-hyun king who was a human, but the walking corpse resurrected by the "death of death"!

Boom.

Heavy footsteps sounded from the shadows behind the iron gate, and the rancid smell in the air became more and more intense, but even if the smell was disgusting, the crowd in the audience did not mean to leave the venue, but stared with expectation. Metal gate, waiting for King Uhyun to appear.

Then, a figure as tall as an iron tower slowly emerged from the shadow. At the moment the King Right Hyun appeared on the stage, the audience in the first two rows of the arena all began to vomit.

That was a huge man with a height of three meters. If he stood up straight, he was at least six meters tall, but his back was almost bent into a U-shape, and his spine protruded, as if he had grown a huge one. Bone spurs". His ugly and deformed head stretched forward, and it looked much more flexible than a normal person, and it could even be turned one hundred and eighty degrees directly.

King Youxian is wearing a brown fur coat, revealing a metal breastplate full of spikes on his chest. Although most parts of his body were covered by the gray metal armor, the indescribable stench floated from the person's head and hands that were not covered by the armor, and the night wind continued to spread around.

"Damn, the enemies of this stuff were all smoked to death, right?" Lin Chi complained, covering his face.

The position of these slave gladiators is the closest to the "Yu Xian Wang". The horrible stench exuding from the other side, the slave gladiators are also the first to "enjoy" the taste.

For Lin Chi as a player, the smell in the game has also been reduced a lot, but the other slaves next to him are different.

——At this time, with the exception of the man who can barely stand, most of the other slaves next to him knelt on the ground and vomited wildly, and even a few people were smoked and fainted.

"This is terrible..."

Even though he took out a red cloth to cover his nose and mouth, the instructor standing next to the cage was still so smoked that he couldn't open his eyes. He staggered to the cage where Lin Chi was and said, "Your opponent...is him... "

"It's impossible to fight at all." Lin Chi shook his head, resisting the urge to vomit, and cast his eyes on King You Xian who had just entered the arena.

He knew very well that unless he had equipment such as a gas mask, he would have no chance of winning in the face of this foul-smelling corpse!

"The gladiators against the Huns will be equipped with special masks, which the soldiers will send to you later." The instructor said, covering his nose, and stumbled towards the rear side door and planned to run: "I will leave it to you next. !"

"I want to know, how to fight this guy?" Lin Chi stared at King Youxian's head.

The guy's head seemed to be covered with a honeycomb. The skin on the top of his bald head had long been ulcerated, and there was no even place. The skin on his face even fell off a lot, exposing the rotten muscles and white bones underneath.

At the position of the eye sockets, two turbid red eyeballs were turning constantly. King Right Hyun opened his big mouth with a few teeth missing, stretched out his rotting right hand and waved to the auditorium, the spine behind made a clicking sound. .

"You...we...well..." he stammered in a hoarse voice, a green gas wafting from his mouth.

"Can you stop talking? The audience won't be able to hold it!" The host complained while coughing, apparently being smoked like everyone else.

Hearing this, King Uhyun raised his head and looked at the audience who was vomiting neatly in the front row. A strange light flashed in the dark red eyes of this decomposing corpse, and the voice became much lower:

"No more nonsense... one sentence, I'll take your skin... to wipe your butt."

"Do the undead still need to go to the toilet?" Lin Chi couldn't help but complain.

"This guy's head is the weak point. You need to find a way to attack his head." The instructor used his right hand to support the wall, and said with difficulty, "Find a way to kill him! Otherwise, if he reappears in the future, we will all be smoked to death here. ..."

After he finished speaking, the instructor who had been smoked and began to cry, hurriedly supported the wall to leave the arena.

As the instructor left, the two groups of soldiers wearing airtight silver helmets walked to the front of the cage, opened the iron lock outside the cage, and roughly pulled the slaves out, and then opened the shackles on their hands.

"Put this on." The soldiers threw a black iron mask at the slave's feet, and then quickly turned and left before they were smothered to death.

The mask only exposed two round holes in the position of the eyes, and the back was fixed on the back of the head with rope, which looked like the standard equipment of perverted murderers in horror movies.

Just after Lin Chi put on the mask, he immediately breathed the long-lost fresh air, with a hint of grass--and earth.

The mud hidden inside the mask concealed the "poisonous gas" released by King Youxian, which was tantamount to a simple ancient gas mask. After putting on the mask, Lin Chi was finally able to breathe normally.

It's a pity that those unreliable "comrades" around him lost their combat effectiveness before they put on the masks, and they all looked weak, and they seemed to be unable to live long.

Several short-handled swords were thrown down from above and landed on the sand beside the slaves. Seeing that the others had finished, Lin Chi picked up two short knives and directly triggered the Titan Grip skill of level 4, immediately increasing his strength and agility by four points.

"call……"

He tried to wave the two light weapons in his hand, and it felt relatively smooth. With the bonus of Titan Grip skill, now his own strength has reached 19 points, and his agility is 17 points. Finally, he can barely fight.

However, to challenge King Youxian on his own is obviously not good enough...

Lin Chi was thinking about ways to fight when he heard the host begin to explain again:

"The'Hun' from the Alexandria Arena is our guest tonight! This gladiator is known for his super power and unparalleled stench! His murderous methods are extremely brutal. It makes everyone feel terrified. And tonight The gladiators who are going to fight against the'Hun' are those slave fighters who don't even have armor on the sidelines!"

"These slaves who desire freedom, can they kill the'Hun' and complete the impossible reversal? Let's wait and see! So now, the game begins!"

With the host’s voice, there was a burst of cheers in the audience-and then directly turned into a loud vomiting sound.

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