Warhammer Seal

Chapter 428 Slave Arena

"Hi, I'm from Necromonda's hive capital. In order to pay off my debts, I took the initiative to become a slave in the arena. How about you?"

Wende has already been transferred to another slave pen, because his human identity still attracts some friends who are also human.

"I'm a friend of Sasamundin, the Harbor Master here, and I was forcibly brought in."

"Hey, if you don't want to tell where you came from, don't tell me. Why are you making up these lies? Don't worry, no one cares whether you fled here because you fell in love with a nobleman's daughter, or you owe a lot of gambling debts and are forced to do nothing. Come here Now that we are all human beings, we are all brothers."

"I am really Sasamundin's friend, why don't you believe it?"

Wende still wanted to quibble, but he didn't know that as long as he entered the slave pen, every word he said would be meaningless.

However, the human partner next to him seemed to think that Wende had something to hide. Maybe he came to this place because he was a combat nun of some state religion, so his mouth was tighter.

"Believe me, believe me, how can I not believe it? I also believe that you saved the world 5000 million years ago, and you were even an emperor, your lover was captured by Slaanesh, you fought with a mouse as tall as a man, and you even tamed a giant With dragons as pets, I will believe everything you say, but these are not important anymore."

The human from Necromonda's Hive City pointed to the giant arena next to it.

"Afterwards we will go there to fight, perform well, the better you are, the more money you will earn, and one day you will be able to redeem yourself, and even make a lot of money. As long as the Dark Eldar have extreme emotions, for That's what they're happy to pay for."

It's really good to say that if you want to make your voice meaningful and someone believes it, you have to live now.

This arena of the Dark Eldar is not a playground like a back garden, it is full of blood and broken limbs that have not been cleaned up in the last match.

Organs and various pieces of meat were scattered in the sand, and there were various erected stone pillars and platforms in the site.

The audience around came from all corners of the country, but most of them were Dark Eldar, and the arena was their life for them.

If they cannot absorb the extreme emotions of others, they will soon be sucked dry of their own soul by Slaanesh.

The gladiatorial field, where death, slaughter and fear and pain are always exuding, is of course their favorite place, and today, there will be the most outstanding duel performance.

"Multi-racial joint gymnastics is about to begin. Now, please take your seats and enjoy the most exciting performance!"

A tall and bright-haired Dark Eldar host held a huge microphone, and the noisy opening resounded throughout the arena.

As the lights focused on the center of the stage, two beautiful female Dark Eldars lay on the smooth black marble slab.

Everyone present was excited.

That's right, the multi-racial joint chaos, the lights were concentrated in the slave cage, and locked on a few unlucky ones.

In addition to Wende who represents humans, there are also gene stealers, Eldar, orcs, snake people, Tau people, Thales, Sahaduin, and many alien races that Wende does not know.

One after another, they were driven into the duel field by the slave owner's fork, looking at each other, not daring to take the lead.

And Wende's eyes have always been locked on the Dark Eldar witch spirit who is also in the arena, like, too similar.

The host above the arena once again used loud noises to focus the attention of every audience and even every contestant on him.

"That's right, there can only be one survivor in this gladiatorial fight. As time goes by, you will be randomly given airdrop supplies, a battle where luck and strength coexist! Now the battle begins, and the first wave of airdrops begins!"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of black boxes were projected in from outside the arena. Everyone frantically looked for the box closest to them, and at the same time prayed for good luck.

Wende also opened the black box beside him, what kind of thing is this.

A stick more than one meter long was initially judged to be made of steel, but it was hollow.

Looking at others, although the first wave of airdrops were all melee weapons, some people were lucky enough to get a machete, which was very powerful both in terms of damage and hand-to-hand combat.

Some people have already started to bleed, and the moment they were touched by weapons, they turned into strips of flesh, and fell into the sand of the arena, soon staining the surrounding land red.

This exciting new mode, which combines strength and luck, made all the audience elated, shouting and roaring continuously, in order to release the most primitive desire in their hearts.

As for Wende, he didn't have much desire to fight from the beginning to the end.

If someone shows hostility towards him, Wende will choose to avoid and dodge, or use the field advantage card vision to keep the enemy from staring at him.

In this short period of time, the death toll had already soared to a terrifying number. Apart from the dead bodies, there were only four living people left in the entire arena.

The witch spirit that Wende noticed at the beginning was already surrounded by two enemies. An orc and a snake man both wanted to take the guy's life first, and they flew over together.

Titanium family?What titanium group?Such a race that can't melee at all was torn in half by the orcs at the beginning, and the head was torn into four pieces.

The next thing to be dismembered will be this witch spirit.

A long stick flew out of the open space and hit the orc hard on the head, causing it to lose the speed of its charge.

This also gave Wu Ling a chance to kill the Snakeman, and then turned his head easily, and placed two long daggers on the neck of the orc who had just been stunned.

Using force with both hands, a head rose from the ground, and the blood in the artery rushed up to a height of more than three meters. Regardless of why the orc passed out during the charge, there were only two people left in the entire arena.

Wende, and herself.

"Hey, listen, I don't want to fight you, and there's no need to fight to the death."

"Ho Ho, you don't want to fight me, but it doesn't mean I don't want to fight you."

After all, the witch spirit wiped off the blood stained on the daggers on his arms, and rushed towards Wende.

(End of this chapter)