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

The record in the Book of the Later Han Dynasty - the Biography of the Southern Xiongnu is very clear: "Its ministers and nobles are the Zuoxian King, the second Left Valley Li King, the second Right Xian King, and the second Right Valley Li King, which are called the four corners."

The Xiongnu respect the left, and there has always been a saying that the left respects the right and the right is inferior, so the status of the Zuo Xian King is actually much higher than that of the Right Xian King, and the people and territories under his command will be greater.

But even so, Lin Chi didn't dare to take it lightly. After all, he knew very well that he was not facing the Right Virtuous King who was a human being, but a walking corpse who had been resurrected by the "Grim Reaper"!

Boom.

Heavy footsteps sounded from the shadows behind the iron gate, and the smell of rancid air became stronger, but even if the smell was disgusting, the crowd in the auditorium had no intention of leaving, just staring at the metal gate expectantly, waiting for the appearance of the Right Virtuous King.

Then, a tower-like figure slowly emerged from the shadows. At the moment when the Right Sage King appeared, the spectators in the first two rows of the arena all began to vomit.

It was a giant man who was three meters tall, and if he stood up straight, he would be at least six meters tall, but the guy's back was almost bent into a U-shape, and the spine on his back was protruding, as if a huge "bone spur" had grown. His ugly and misshapen head was sticking forward, and it seemed to be much more agile than normal, even twisting it one hundred and eighty degrees.

King Youxian wore a brown fur coat that exposed the spiky metal breastplate on his chest. Although most of his body was covered in gray metal armor, the indescribable stench wafted from his head and hands, which were not covered by armor, and the night wind continued to spread around.

"Damn, all of this thing's enemies were smoked to death, right?" Lin Chi covered his face and complained.

The location of these slave gladiators is the closest to the "Right Virtuous King", and the terrifying stench emitted by the other party, the slave gladiators are also the first to bear the brunt, and the first batch to "enjoy" that taste.

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

At this time, except for the hemp pole man, who could barely stand, most of the other slaves next to him knelt on the ground and vomited wildly, and even a few people were directly smoked and fainted.

"It's terrible......"

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

"It's not going to be able to fight at all." Lin Chi shook his head, resisting the urge to vomit, and set his eyes on the Right Sage King who had just walked into 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 stenching corpse!

"The gladiators against the Huns will be equipped with special masks, and the soldiers will give them to you later." The instructor covered his nose as he spoke, stumbling to the side door behind him and trying to run away: "I'll leave it to you next!" ”

"I want to know, how to fight this thing?" Lin Chi stared at the head of the Right Virtuous King.

The guy's head seemed to have a honeycomb on it, and the skin on the top of his bare head had long since festered, and there was no flat place, and the skin on his face had even fallen off a lot, revealing the rotten muscles and bones underneath.

At the position of the eye socket, two cloudy red eyeballs were constantly turning, and the right sage king opened his large mouth with a few teeth, stretched out his rotten right hand and waved it at the audience, and a click sound sounded from the spine behind him.

"You...... Guys...... Okay......" he stammered in a hoarse voice, a puff of green gas wafting out of his mouth.

"Can you stop talking? The audience can't bear it! The moderator coughed and complained, apparently as well as the others.

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

"No more nonsense...... One sentence, and I'll pick your skin...... Come and 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 weakness, you need to find a way to attack his head." The instructor leaned his right hand against the wall, turned back with difficulty, and said, "Find a way to kill him!" Otherwise, if he shows up again, we'll all be smoked to death here......"

After speaking, the instructor, who had been smoked to tears, left the arena with difficulty.

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

"Wear this." The soldiers threw a black iron mask at the slave's feet, and then quickly turned away before they could be suffocated to death.

The mask only shows two round holes in the eyes, and the back is fastened to the back of the head with a rope, which looks like the standard equipment of a psychopathic murderer in a horror movie.

As soon as Lin Chi put on the mask, he immediately breathed in the fresh air that he had not seen for a long time, with a little smell of grass - and earth.

The dirt hidden inside the mask obscured the "poisonous gas" released by King Youxian, which was equivalent to a rudimentary ancient gas mask. After putting on the mask, Lin Chi was finally able to breathe normally.

It's a pity that the unreliable "comrades-in-arms" around him have lost their combat effectiveness before putting on the mask, and they all look weak, and it seems that they won't live long.

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

"Hoo ......"

He tried to swing the two light weapons in his hand, and it felt relatively comfortable, with the bonus of the Titan Grip skill, his strength has now reached 19 points, and his agility is 17 points, and he can finally barely fight.

However, it is obviously more auspicious to challenge the Right Xian King by himself......

Lin Chi was thinking about the method of fighting, when he heard the host start to explain again:

"The 'Huns' from the Alexandria Arena are our guests tonight! This gladiator is known for his super strength and incomparable stench! His methods of killing were brutal. It scared everyone. And the gladiators who are going to face the 'Huns' tonight are these slave fighters who don't even have armor on the sidelines! ”

"Can these slaves who are eager for freedom kill the 'Huns' and complete the impossible reversal? Let's wait and see! So now, the race begins! ”

With the host's voice, there was another vomiting sound in the audience.