Humans have always been bloodthirsty creatures, eager to see the blood of their own kind, even in times of peace.

The entertainment industry in ancient times is naturally very different from modern times. People can't watch TV at home or play games. With the exception of a few artists who have found their passion, most of them are actually having a boring life.

Fortunately, in this day and age, concepts such as "human rights" simply do not exist. It's also a new way to be entertained:

In order to pursue excitement, bloody entertainment competitions such as "gladiatorial fights" have become people's first choice for leisure and pastime.

Surrounded by tens of thousands of onlookers, gladiators used a variety of killing tools to engage in desperate combat. Until you pull out the opponent's heart with a steel claw, or get your opponent's spear pierced through the head.

Although it sounds very cruel, in this era, the number of spectators of gladiatorial fights is extremely large, and the audience who comes to watch the battles is also diverse:

The gray-haired old man, the innocent young man, the gentle and kind housewife, and even the little princess who usually lives in the palace...... All kinds of spectators, in the audience of the Colosseum, witnessed one life and death battle after another.

Today, gladiatorial fighting has become the most "happy" entertainment for the people, whether it is ordinary people or dignitaries, they will come to watch a few games when they are idle, and even buy tickets for a week in a row, except for eating, sleeping and going to the toilet, they spend time in the audience of the gladiatorial arena.

In order to satisfy the needs of the spectators, in this bloody city named after the "Colosseum", each arena is constantly increasing the number of performances, and the gladiatorial battles that were originally only held during the day have also been added to night and midnight games, and even small competitions in the second half of the night.

The seven large arenas in the city, in order to attract guests, all kinds of propaganda methods have been used, and the "Caesar Colosseum" where Lin Chi is located is also one of the seven large arenas.

"The night game is about to start, so don't miss it! Welcome to Caesars Arena and get bread now with your ticket! ”

"The match in the Caesars Arena is definitely the most exciting, our mortality rate is as high as ten points, and it is impossible for the defeated gladiators to leave the arena alive! Unlike the benevolent cowards in the other arenas, the warriors here are real warriors! ”

A group of young girls dressed in silk dresses imported from the East are standing on both sides of the nearby street, waving enthusiastically in an attempt to attract pedestrians.

In normal times, they would undoubtedly be able to attract a lot of customers, but today, these girls are much less productive, because the "Alexandria Arena" in the next block has used a killer trick this time.

"This guest, aren't you really coming to Caesars Arena to have a look?" The young girl with a little baby fat on her face grabbed the arm of a young man who was hurrying by, and when the other party turned around, she deliberately pulled the tulle on her chest downward, revealing an unfathomable "career line": "Just think it's for me, okay?" The game here was fantastic......"

"No need." The young man in an old cloth coat shook off the girl's hand with a disgusted expression, and continued to walk forward without looking back, leaving the girl standing in the night breeze in a daze:

"I'm going to the Alexandria Arena, don't bother me, okay?"

More than half of the pedestrians on the streets are heading to the Alexandria Arena. The audience who entered the Caesars Arena to watch the night game can be said to be very small.

When the game was about to start, Lin Chi and the other slaves were once again put into a cage on the sidelines by the soldiers.

In the words of the instructors, they learned the fighting methods of the gladiators on the ring by watching the battle from the sidelines. However, Lin Chi was deeply skeptical about the efficiency of this kind of learning, because now except for him, the other slaves in the cage had already sat on the ground and fell asleep......

"Huh?"

Noticing that the audience this time was much smaller than during the afternoon game, Lin Chi frowned slightly, realizing that things were not simple.

Although he was locked in a cage, he didn't know what was happening off the court. However, the audience who should have been in this arena should have been attracted by some other activity.

- Are there any other arenas planning to make big news now?

As soon as he thought of this, Lin Chi popped up a few kill prompts again in front of his eyes:

The player "Sweet Potato" is dead.

The player "Master of the Shadow Alliance" is deceased.

According to his statistics, from the time he entered the game to the present, in less than half a day in the game, eleven players have quit, and all of them have been killed by NPCs. In this game, there is not even a single head taken by the player.

It seems that my inference should be correct, and the players in this game are all born as "gladiators". And those unlucky dead were sent to the gladiatorial arena and then killed by the murderous gladiator NPC.

When Lin Chi was thinking about it, a kill prompt popped up again in front of him, and another player died at the hands of NPCs.

- So, what exactly is that arena going on?

Several muscular, lightly armored gladiators entered Caesar's arena, their muscles glowing bronze in the light of torches around the arena. Although today's audience is pitiful, the host still dutifully shouted loudly:

"Guys, tonight's first fight is about to begin!"

"Oh oh ......" There were a few listless responses from the audience, not even loud than the snoring of the slave gladiators on the sidelines.

At this time, in the square Colosseum in the adjacent block, there was a lot of noise, not only the audience was full, but there were many people waiting outside the stadium to buy tickets to enter the arena, and even a wealthy businessman offered to pay several times more just to get a ticket to enter the arena.

As for why they were so excited, just look at the "man" standing in the middle of the arena.

It was a dark figure, riding an equally dark warhorse, and the aura of decaying death rushed towards it. The man was wrapped in black heavy armor all over his body, and his tattered cloak hung limply behind him.

There is no doubt that this guy is not a human gladiator, but an undead who has been "resurrected" by the Grim Reaper!

Amid the deafening cheers and cheers of the audience, the host roared excitedly, overshadowing the noisy voices in the audience:

"His body is soaked in dragon blood and invulnerable, an eternal curse that allows him to continue fighting even after death! Cheers to the reigning champion who has reigned in the arena for thirty years! When Siegfried takes the stage, all the challengers will face the most terrifying battle of their lives! ”