Listening to this story of the change of royal power, Jing Ling looked stunned, and he sighed heavily and said, "Right, a nightmare that makes people crazy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Lin Yan nodded in agreement, Jing Ling looked at him and smiled, and then gave him an encouraging look.

Jing Ling has a feeling of sympathy for the slightly emaciated young man in front of him, perhaps because they are both slaves, or because they both have a seemingly strong appearance, but the heart is compassionate and soft.

They talked a lot that night, and it was not until the sound of the insects in the middle of the night that they closed their sleepy eyes and fell asleep.

Many years later, a classic movie was filmed called "The Heavenly Dynasty". There is one scene that has been criticized by historians. The director believes that the great Thunder Emperor and the patriotic general Lin Yan became friends on the journey to attack the Ice City, while historians believe that they met when they were slaves, and the Thunder Emperor first worshipped Lin Yan before befriending the Hades Rakshasa as brothers.

Of course, these are all things that I don't know how many years later, Jing Ling, who is snoring at the moment, doesn't know that he will become an emperor of the ages in the future, let alone Lin Yan, who sleeps next to him, will become the general of the dragon and tiger of the world.

When the noisy shouts shook through the stone wall to the eardrums, Jing Ling and Lin Yan were both awakened.

"Kill him! ... Kill him! ... Kill him! ...”

The sound came from the top of the dungeon, Jing Ling motioned for Lin Yan to squat down by the wall window, while he himself stepped on Lin Yan's shoulder, and through the small iron fence window, he saw an extremely shocking scene.

"Kill him! ... Cut off his head! ”

The dense crowd sat in the stone chairs of the arena, shouting at one of the gladiators in the center of the arena, while another prisoner of war covered in blood lay on the ground and twitched, the blood scattered on the ground indicating that a thrilling battle had been fought here. At this moment, the winner was holding the broadsword in his hand against the neck of the prisoner of war, and the gladiator cut off the prisoner's head to the boast of the spectators, and the arena suddenly resounded with a deafening sound of excitement.

"The warm-up performance is coming to an end, now let's officially start the competition!!" The presenter, who was standing on the tower, shouted with an impassioned face holding a wooden megaphone in his hand.

Jing Ling climbed down Lin Yan's shoulder with a sad face, and he instructed Lin Yan: "No matter what happens later, don't leave my side." ”

"Big brother...... Lin Yan said worriedly, "If you can get out, please help me find my mother and two younger sisters." ”

Jing Ling looked at Lin Yan's eyes in a trance, he knew what kind of eyes it was, because those comrades-in-arms who had saved him had shown this kind of look before they died. I'm afraid that Lin Yan has already made up his mind to let his eldest brother regain his freedom no matter what, even if it is to give his life.

"We'll be able to get out, trust me!" Jing Ling clasped Lin Yan's arm and comforted.

Suddenly, a dozen jailers came not far away, and they opened the iron locks of each cage while shouting, and Jing Ling, Lin Yan and other sturdy slaves were pulled out of the cage by them, and then they were taken to the heavy iron-inlaid wooden door.

In a few moments, the wooden door was opened, and the horse-faced officer entered the aisle first, and the soldiers behind him were armed with all kinds of weapons and equipment, including axes, swords, shields, maces, spears, bows and arrows, and so on.

"Come here and pick out your best weapons, then don your team outfits." The horse-faced officer commanded a hundred young slaves.

Seeing the rest of the slaves scrambling forward to pick up weapons, Jing Ling was not to be outdone and grabbed a machete, but after hesitating for a moment, he put the machete down and chose two ten-centimeter-long wooden-handled daggers, while Lin Yan grabbed a long sword and a pair of wooden round shields.

"Big brother, will these two knives..."Lin Yan worried.

"Brother, the right weapon is the king, don't worry, I know it." Jing Ling said confidently, but in fact, his heart was extremely worried, because he didn't know what would happen next.

Lin Yan saw that his eldest brother looked very sure, and his heart was a little more settled.

After the slaves finished selecting their weapons, the horse-faced officer asked his subordinates to assign each of them a blue cloth coat with a tulip pattern, and Jing Ling learned from Lin Yan's mouth that the tulip was the symbol of the Nolan Northern Chamber of Commerce, which meant that the sponsor of their team's weapons and equipment was the Nolan Northern Chamber of Commerce.

After the assembly was completed, the slaves were brought into the back of the wooden door, which was a crossroads, flat in front and back, and each with a wooden door, through which they entered through one of the wooden doors, and behind the other wooden door were also rows of cages.

To the left and right of the intersection are staircases, with a rusty iron fence at the top of the staircase, leading to the center of the arena on one side and the outer perimeter on the other.

The moment Jing Ling walked into the center of the arena, the blazing air waves and the noise suddenly hit his face, and he looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, as if he had come to the World Cup arena.

The whole arena is like a football field, at least tens of thousands of spectators sit on stone chairs, a team of guards patrol back and forth in the field, and the center of the arena is a loess open space with an area of thousands of square meters, under the ground of the circular audience platform is the dungeon where the slaves are held, there is a staircase connecting the dungeon and the arena in the east, west, north and south, at this moment the slaves in various clothes are walking to the center of the arena from the four connections.

On the VIP stage of the audience, there are more than ten gorgeous stone chairs, more than a dozen men and women dressed in silk and satin slowly walked into the VIP stage under the escort, and a heroic man sat on the main seat generously, he was about forty years old, wearing a gold-patterned blue robe, a tiger head and silver belt around his waist, and a sun-patterned lake blue cloak on his shoulders.

His shoulder-length brown-red curls and beard under his face added to his unique charm of a man, his three-dimensional facial features exuded the aura of a king, and his brown eyes glanced at the slaves in the clearing below.

"Dear Lord Badero, is the red clan yours?" The middle-aged man said to a fat man with sinister triangular eyes and fat lips, who looked like a frog if it weren't for the fact that his garlic-shaped nose hadn't turned out.

"Dear Lord Bais, the Red Team is indeed a contemptible investment." The city lord of Badiro held his hands and said with a look of flattery.

"And what do you think your chances are?" Bais glanced at the city lord of Badilo and said meaningfully.

The city lord of Badilo rolled his eyes, and then leaned in front of Bais and whispered, "If they really come, I am sure to destroy them completely." ”

Bais raised his eyebrows slightly, and also whispered: "You can't talk too much, this year's drought in the north of the empire, and the food in winter is even more than enough to make ends meet, although the Black Land Kingdom has the name of the continental granary, but it will take a while to completely conquer the Black Land Kingdom." And I, as the Pope's nephew and the generalissimo of the Light Army, will personally lead the Northern Expedition at that time. But the Fili family didn't want me to lift the Holy See up. If the Fili family is indeed secretly supporting this powerful group of ringing horses, then as the left arm and right arm of the Pope, they will definitely take the opportunity to pull out this thorn in my side. ”

Badilo slammed his left fist into his right palm, put on a frank and sworn appearance, and said: "Lord Bais, today you have participated in this grand competition, then the fine work of the Xiangma army must also know that you are in Karl City, and our scouts have reported that they have found traces of a large group of cavalry near the Li River, I think the storm will come in the next few days, and the subordinates must swear to defend the dignity of the Holy See." ”