It wasn't until the last insignificant bit of dusk light in the dreary dungeon had disappeared with the fall of night, that Qi Wuce woke up from his sleep and a golden light flashed in his eyes. ◢ with * dream ◢ small *.lā

The darkness of the Colosseum dungeons was so dark that the Romans would not waste a torch or a candle for a group of slaves.

If there is only one light, there is only a little moon white from the small window in the corner.

Humans have never been creatures capable of living in the dark, and Qi Wuce could even hear the trembling voices of his fellow inmates in the cell in the distance, with whom he had not yet communicated.

It's not that these guys are so timid that they are scared and tremble by the darkness, but the reason for this is due to the few pairs of beast eyes in the darkness that unabashedly bloodthirsty and emit a stunning green light.

Sharing a room with a man-eating beast in the endless darkness, although separated by an iron cage, as long as the thought of being about to fight such a beast to the death amid the cheers of the Roman people, I am afraid that not many people can maintain a normal heart.

In the end, there are only a few people who are trembling, according to Qi Wuce's estimate, these should be the same as him, who have just come in for a long time, and as for those long-tested bigwigs, they are now resting comfortably against the cold wall with their eyes closed.

In the entire dungeon, there are no cells with beds, and this is the only one.

Qi Wuce carefully observed the cell with a pair of eyes that saw through the darkness, and he found that in a cell where several people were mixed, in order to prevent the body from getting cold and causing diseases, almost everyone was huddled together and slept against a wall, which made the cell look a little crowded.

Although the bars of the cells can be leaned on, no one will choose to fall asleep by relying on the bars, after all, doing so is tantamount to hanging themselves.

Between every cell in the dungeon is a hungry beast, or a huge bear, or a lion with sharp teeth and claws, and no one who dares to lean against the bars will not end well.

Turning over and getting up and walking towards the iron bar, Qi Wuru's footsteps were particularly loud in the quiet dungeon with the sound of the iron chain falling to the ground.

No one will care what Qi Wuce wants to do, in the eyes of the Colosseum veterans, this is just another poor person who can't bear the reality and chooses to commit suicide, it is difficult to save his life in this Colosseum, no one will care about other people's lives anymore, after all, one less opponent that may be met in the future can be regarded as a good thing.

Qi Wuce's vision in the darkness was not hindered in any way, his body had long surpassed the boundaries of human beings, and even in another drama, he was called a perfect creature, the kind of perfect creature that could become a star and give up thinking (laughs).

Qi Wuce's cell was the innermost room of the entire dungeon, so apart from the one in the cell across the aisle, his only neighbor was a lion who didn't know how many days he had been starving.

A lion, a bloodthirsty lion, a hungry and bloodthirsty lion. Such a beast is completely synonymous with danger for ordinary people, it is such a fierce and dangerous lion, but he just meets the same hungry Qi Wuru.

The sound of flesh being torn echoed in the silent dungeon, the sound of chewing and crushing bones made the scalps of some veteran gladiators tingle, and the strong smell of blood stimulated the sense of smell of those who had not yet slept.

Tonight is destined to be sleepless.

With the sound of the dungeon's doors, the soldiers of the Colosseum began to send out the gladiators' daily breakfast, a bowl full of barley porridge and beans, enough to fill the stomach of a strong soldier.

Pushing the wooden dining cart, the four soldiers walked into the dungeon.

The smell of blood made the soldiers subconsciously pull out their swords, they were all veterans who were sent from the battlefield to work in the Colosseum, although they had not been on the battlefield for a long time, but the most basic combat quality was still completely retained.

Luckily, the dungeon wasn't very large, and a few soldiers discovered the source of the smell of blood after a little observation.

The soldier who took the lead put the saber back into the scabbard at his waist, and the other three soldiers also put their swords back into their waists when they saw that the boss had taken a stance, but out of caution, all four soldiers kept their hands on the hilt of their swords and never left.

Qi Wuce, who was lying on the bed, glanced at the four soldiers casually, and after praising the training ability of the Roman army in his heart, he began to close his eyes and recover from his injuries.

The four soldiers cautiously came to the empty lion cage, and found nothing but a striking pool of blood on the floor of the cell and a complete lion skin, after all, these men were soldiers, not detectives.

Looking at the empty cell, a strange feeling grew wildly in the hearts of the four soldiers.

The lion who was in the cell died, and died so suddenly, obviously yesterday he still looked like a tiger, but today there is only a pool of blood and a complete lion skin.

This situation is simply chilling.

The leader of the soldiers randomly picked one of the soldiers and handed over the task of reporting the news, and then he took the other two soldiers to probe in the dungeon.

It happened at night, and the dungeon, where you couldn't see your fingers, was so dark that the soldiers couldn't get any useful news from the mouths of the rest of the slaves.

Qi Wuce's existence was subconsciously ignored by the three soldiers, Qi Wuce was the person brought in by Abius in his own name, so as long as Qi Wuce didn't do things and didn't rebel, there would be no guy who didn't have long eyes to deal with him.

Having been in the Colosseum all year round, they knew very well that some gladiators, even if they were only slaves, were not something that ordinary soldiers like them could afford to mess with.

After asking for a round to no avail, the leader of the soldiers could only focus on Qi Wuce, who was there by the old god, and now Qi Wuce had not asked in the entire dungeon.

The footsteps gradually approached, Qi Wuce raised his eyebrows, and now he was fully focused on recovering from his injuries, and he didn't want to talk to this group of soldiers.

"No need to ask, I was hungry last night, so I ate, don't bother me, as for this matter, someone should have explained it to your superiors."

Hearing this, the leading soldier's eyes lit up, and he didn't ask anything more, and quickly finished his breakfast and led his two subordinates away.

Qi Wuce continued to close his eyes and recuperate, seizing every minute and every second to try to recover from his injuries. According to his estimates, it won't be long before he will be in the Colosseum.

Now in the age of the gods, the devil knows what strange enemies and monsters will be encountered in the Colosseum of ancient Rome. Therefore, every bit of strength that can be restored now becomes even more important.