The smell of death and fear permeated the Alexandria Arena, and even the cheers of the spectators became much quieter.

"Ahhh......hh

The gladiators who were thrown into the arena scattered and fled, just like the brave warriors who were usually not afraid of death. These muscular strong men are like frightened sheep at this time, and they don't even have the slightest will to fight.

If it were an ordinary game, this kind of coward would have been hacked to death by the guards in charge of guarding the outside of the arena. But now, no one paid attention to these scattered gladiators, and all the eyes of the spectators and soldiers were focused on the knights in the center of the arena.

Dressed in black armor, Ziegfei's black helmet with dragon-shaped horns obscured half of his face, revealing only his stiff chin. He held a large sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword was shrouded in a pale cyan light, as if condensed with some kind of magic.

The guy didn't even need to move, just standing there on a military horse exuded an incredible sense of oppression, and it was completely impossible to take his eyes off it.

- He is the embodiment of "death".

Even though he is dead, he is still invincible, and his existence seems to bring death to others. What's even more bizarre is that this murderous arena champion still seems to have a little guilt.

The lips that had long been rotten under the helmet moved slightly, making a faint sound:

"I'm sorry."

Then, with a swing of his silver greatsword, he slashed at the fleeing gladiators on the sidelines.

A blade-shaped cyan cold light swept out from the broadsword, and it disappeared suddenly after appearing for less than two seconds, and the gladiators on the sidelines suddenly stopped in place, their upper bodies slowly sliding down from the break in their waists, and their intestines and internal organs fell to the ground with a thud.

Seeing the bloody and crazy scene, the audience was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

"The invincible dragon slayer Siegfried has won again!" The host shouted excitedly, as if he had forgotten that he still had a job as a commentator: "Look, he's so handsome!" It is simply the perfect combination of strength and beauty, the embodiment of beauty given by God! ”

The eyes of everyone in the arena were focused on the knight standing in the arena, and behind the wooden fence gate at the side entrance of the arena, several gladiators in leather armor who did not appear also saw the massacre in the arena through the gap, and their faces showed frightened expressions:

"It's good that Lao Tzu didn't play today, otherwise I'm afraid I would have to be reimbursed......" A big man covered in bruises touched his chest with palpitations, and stared at the black knight standing on the field without blinking.

"Haha, maybe you'll meet the 'Huns', that madman is much more ruthless than Ziegfei!" One of the gladiators next to him burst out laughing.

"It's okay, I heard that the Huns were borrowed by the Caesar Arena next door." Another gladiator whispered.

While the rude and violent men were chatting, a young man who had been sleeping on a wooden chair slowly opened his eyes, focused his gaze on the knight in the center of the field, and rubbed his eyes in confusion:

"Did I see him in any mobile game?"

"What did you say?" The gladiator next to him frowned at the words he couldn't understand.

"It's okay, I just think this thing is a little familiar, I seem to have seen him more than once. And it's all bad memories. The young man in light leather armor explained casually.

At this time, there was a confused expression on his thin face. Noticing this new face, which seemed to have never been seen before, several other gladiators next to him, who were originally paying attention to Siegfried, all turned their heads to look at him, and one of them asked, "Friend, you are new here?" What is your name? ”

"Just call me 'Gatekeeper.'" The man uttered a pseudonym that was clearly a code name.

"Haha, can you really fight when you're so thin? Wouldn't it be a slave thrown into the yard to die? A dark-skinned man next to him sneered, "Are you really a gladiator, little ghost?" ”

The gatekeeper ignored the other party's provocation and simply continued to focus on the black-armored knight, and after two seconds, a line of scarlet text appeared in his sight:

"Dragon Slayer" Siegfried, a hero-level NPC (boss level), cannot be recruited.

Seeing this familiar name, the gatekeeper seemed to recall his painful experience when he played a mobile game before, and gritted his teeth and made an angry voice: "Damn, it turned out to be your ......"

With Siegfried's exit, the crowd began to disperse quickly, and the originally overcrowded arena was empty in less than five minutes.

"Where are they going?" The gatekeeper asked.

"Huh." The big man standing in front of the door answered the question of the "newcomer": "It should be going to the Caesar Arena to see the Huns, right?" ”

……

At the same moment, Lin Chi, who was still in a cage on the sidelines, also noticed that the audience on the sidelines began to increase.

The rookies in the arena are still pecking each other, and the gladiators who are currently fighting in the arena seem to be weak chickens, not as strong as the instructor said, and they can easily handle it even with their own weapons.

The crowd is clearly not here to watch a game at this level, so to speak......

- Is there a real powerhouse coming on?

Lin Chi was thinking about it, and then he saw several soldiers walking over quickly, standing beside the instructor, and saying something to the instructor.

Hearing the other party's words, the instructor, who was still very calm, suddenly shouted: "No! They haven't trained yet, it's not a game at all! ”

"The gladiator who was scheduled to play committed suicide, so he had to temporarily send someone to the top!" The soldier who spoke also raised his voice: "Do you want them to play, or do you want to go up and die?" ”

“……”

The instructor lowered his head and muttered a few more words, until the soldiers left, and then turned to the cage of the slave gladiator and shouted: "Get up, don't sleep!" ”

"What's wrong?" Lin Chi asked, "Do you need us to play?" ”

Although he had only heard part of the conversation just now, he had already understood the current situation. As expected, the instructor nodded solemnly and said loudly:

"There's no time to train, and now the officials insist on sending you on the field, so there's no way......"

"Huh?" The hemp man who had just woken up snorted, and a lewd smile appeared on his skinny face: "But we don't know how to fight at all, and the distinguished audience won't like to watch this kind of game." ”

"No, it's a special player this time." The instructor shook his head solemnly: "The audience is not here to watch your game at all, they just want to watch special players kill people......

Before he finished his words, he was overshadowed by the host's roar, and the originally quiet arena finally began to be lively:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the finale of the Caesars Arena night show has begun! This time we invited one of the most popular players in the arena - the Huns! Please experience it for yourself! ”

The spectators continued to enter the arena to fill the vacant seats in the auditorium, and the spiked metal door on the east side of the arena began to slowly open outward.

As soon as the door opened, Lin Chi, who was on the other side of the field, smelled an indescribable rancid smell that almost made him unable to breathe.

The rancid smell seems to come from water-soaked ancient tombs and can only be described as "disgusting". The seated spectators covered their mouths and noses with red scarves, which looked like they were supposed to be giveaways from the arena's officials.

"Uh, you'd better cover your nose quickly, the Huns have smoked the audience to death!" The host's voice was a little muffled, as if he was covering his mouth and nose.

A heavy shadow appeared behind the open door, and before Lin Chi could see what the "Huns" looked like, the red text of the character introduction had already appeared in his sight:

"Right Virtuous King", a hero-level NPC (boss level), cannot be recruited.