Your type of online game is too fake, right?

Sighing, Dubin looked into the eyes of the stick-wielding man with a sincere tone.

"We all eat together, so why make things difficult for each other?"

"Ha, dinner? You deserve it too?"

The strong man like an iron tower sneered.

"Slaves are only worthy of pig food!"

Saying this, the stick in the strong man's hand stabbed out again.

Indeed, this kind of fight is meaningless, but it can let the new slaves understand what is awe and obedience-of course, if these slaves can show a certain wildness, that is also a good thing, aggressive slaves throw It is easier to achieve a good record in the duel arena.

Of course, everything had to wait for these slaves to pass the practice of the dueling school.

Those big guys in the corner can obviously pass through smoothly. They are all Gauls and Germans. Although these muscular barbarians are not civilized, they are not lacking in strength and physical strength-but the two alien races of unknown origin in front of them But it's different, this thin body can't bear any attack at all, even the wooden sword used for training can kill them.

God knows what tricks the slave trader used to sell these two emaciated monkeys for the price of a gladiator apprentice, but to the stern Lord Marktos, waste has no value in existence.

Either learn to obey and be in awe, and accept the beatings of Lord Marktos obediently, or show a little wildness, but still have to accept the beatings of Lord Marktos... A slave should behave like a slave!Standing in the cage and pretending to be with him!

"Well, since you must want to do this..."

A slight voice sounded in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the strong man named Marktos felt himself flying.

There was a break point in his consciousness, and he couldn't even hear any sound. At that moment, his surroundings were instantly silent, leaving only the pleasure of flying into the clouds.

Yes, happiness, he has never had such extreme happiness, all the good memories of the past are pouring out, and he is so happy at this moment.

"Save! Quickly save..."

Marktos, who had already flown to the clouds, finally heard some voices, but the content made him a little puzzled—help?save who?Has he not ascended to heaven, and returned to the bosom of Jupiter, king of the gods?Could it be that rescue is also needed in the Kingdom of God?There are also...

"puff!"

Just when Marktos was wandering in the sky, the huge force coming from his chest and abdomen made him spurt out a mouthful of blood.

It was at this time that his consciousness finally returned to his body.

"What's wrong with me?"

Marktos opened his eyes, only to find that he had been lying on the ground at some point, with his whole body on all fours, and even urinated all over himself.

"This is... what happened?"

"You just poked yourself with the stick."

A familiar voice sounded in Marktos' ears, and it sounded like deja vu.

"And then when you fell down, you almost broke your neck... Don't move, I'll straighten your bones for you."

"...?"

Before Marktos could turn around, another sharp pain came from his neck—only this time, he had already seen who the person next to him was, and it was clearly the alien he was going to beat up before. !

"Boss! Boss!"

Almost immediately, Marktos instinctively yelled towards the front of the convoy.

"A slave has escaped! A slave has escaped..."

"What's the name of the ghost, I'm here."

Before Marktos could yell a few times, a middle-aged man in a silk robe came over frowning.

"No slave ran out, I let it out. If you didn't have this slave to treat you, you would be dead by now!"

"I am dead?"

Mark Toth suddenly remembered the wonderful experience he had just had.

It's just that at this moment, that wonderful experience will only make him feel cold all over.

It is said that when people are about to die, they will see the happiest memories in their life. This is the human body’s reaction to avoid pain under excessive pain. Marktos has always regarded this as nonsense Speaking of it, after all, the number of opponents he has killed in the arena is not a small number.According to his observation of those opponents, this statement does not exist at all.

But who would have thought that such a dangerous journey, he himself went through it himself.

"Ah, ahh..."

When he saw the ordinary-looking foreign face again, Marktos was already unable to speak a word.

That is the fear from the bottom of the heart, the instinctive fear of death for living things.

It's just that the more he evaded, the more that alien came closer.

Marktos felt himself lifted up by a big hand.

"Okay, it's all over."

The alien's voice seemed very kind.

"What did you learn from today's incident?"

"I, I, I, I..."

Marktos opened his mouth, but couldn't form a complete sentence at all.

He who has just escaped from death has already exhausted his mind. For him at this moment, even the simplest thinking has become a luxury.

"Okay, you go to rest first."

Seeing that his subordinates were in such a miserable state, the boss of the dueling school named Mustard Lance had no choice but to wave his hand, signaling for others to take Marktos down.

Afterwards, Kaoru Lance turned his head and looked at the alien in front of him.

"When I bought the two of you, those slave traders said that you two were not cheap, and that you were transported from the Far East with powerful abilities, and that was a terrifying technology from a distant foreign country...To be honest, I didn't know that at the time. Xin, after all, if you really have such great abilities, how could you be captured as slaves?"

While saying this, Kaurolance looked up and down at the two aliens in front of him, especially Dubin who stood there quietly and seemed ordinary.

"However, looking at it now... an empty-handed counterattack can seriously injure Maktos. This is indeed not a skill that a slave can possess."

"I think so too."

Dupin grinned.

"so……"

"So we're here because of things that can't be said."

Before Dubin could speak, Lao Luo, who had already regained some strength, quickly grabbed the conversation.

"Some things, you know everything, and knowing too much is not good for you. Everyone has their own secrets, and we don't have to explore everything about each other... It's good for everyone to save each other's face, what do you think? ?”

"I think...you're right!"

Mustard Laurence laughed.

"You're an interesting person too! Then I won't ask! Someone! Bring me my jug! Give them a drink!"

"...what are you doing?"

Dubin couldn't help frowning and glaring at Lao Luo.

"I'm going to..."

"No, this really won't work."

Lao Luo shook his head again and again, then lowered his voice.

"I know you want to restore your status as a free man, but this really doesn't work... Have you forgotten what our mission is?"

"Ah this..."

It was only then that Dupin came to his senses.

Indeed, their mission from the very beginning was to be a gladiator.

But once they become free men, it can basically be said that they bid farewell to the gladiator industry.

Roman Holiday, Passion in the Arena: Chapter 131, Chapter 120, Difficulty of Hell ([-] words)

Although the current Rome questline looks more like a novice questline than the previous ones, in fact, its difficulty level is completely different from those novice questlines.

After all, those novice missions before, will not show the insidiousness of the designer from the beginning like this time the Roman mission line.

"Our mission looks free, but it's actually quite rigid."

In the following journey, Lao Luo explained carefully to Dubin.

"What you have to do before, my friends have done it before. After all, this team of gladiator apprentices may not be very strong in the eyes of you masters... But do you know what the result is?"

"The result is that you are both freemen and gladiators?"

Dupin frowned.

"You want both, can't you?"

"It's not impossible, if you torture the owner of the arena, you can indeed get this status."

Lao Luo sighed.

"Then you will find that you start to be boycotted by the entire gladiator industry. The arena will not be open for you, and no team will be willing to fight you. You are excluded from the entire industry, and no team is willing to fight you." want you."

Thinking of his previous failure experience, Lao Luo sighed for a while. Originally, he had the most hope of passing the test that time. Who would have thought that the route would be deviated from the very beginning.

"Once we are collectively boycotted, even if we win the status of a gladiator, it is equivalent to nothing, and after losing our status as a gladiator in a real sense, we will be sent back to the mission hall directly... So don't blame me for having to bear it, really It’s because if we want to win, we have to. Only passing the training of the gladiator school normally is the safest plan for us.”

"...you say yes."

Dubin didn't care much, anyway, he was here to accompany Lao Luo to complete the task, as long as the gold coins were given in place, Lao Luo said what he said.

"But there is one thing, I think you have to give me an explanation."

Saying this, Dupin pointed to the fresh burn mark on his thigh.

"You didn't tell me that when you become a gladiator, you have to be stamped with animal badges. You have to give me an explanation for this."

"Hey, it's a small matter. The branded slave badge is also in the mission line, and it will disappear naturally after it is cleared."

Lao Luo smiled indifferently.

"What's more, this little injury doesn't hurt... Yo."

Seeing Dubin's increasingly ugly face, Lao Luo realized that there was something wrong with his judgment.