The sun began to set on the other side of the arena, and as the bloody game ended, the crowd in the audience finally began to leave.

The stupid but crazy big man was chained up by the soldiers, and it took six people to drag him down. As for the slaves who were kept in cages on the sidelines, they were treated in the same way.

Under Lin Chi's gaze, several soldiers in silver armor and red cloaks stepped forward and opened the cages of the slaves, with undisguised contempt on the young faces exposed under the light helmets:

"Get out! Trash. ”

Lin Chi thought that the other slaves around him would show even a little bit of backbone, but he was disappointed to find that the others were very obedient and walked out of the cage, stood in front of the heavily armed soldiers, and even stretched out their hands to the soldiers, waiting for the moment of being handcuffed.

"Come out!"

The soldier in front kicked on the cage where Lin Chi was, and the cacophony of noise interrupted Lin Chi's thoughts.

Lin Chi looked up at the soldier's saber hanging from his waist, as well as the flashy light armor on his body. He was pretty sure that he could kill this man with his short sword before he was handcuffed, and maybe kill a few nearby soldiers.

However, even if they could kill these people, the few heavily armored soldiers who were guarding on the other side of the arena would be difficult for them to cope with due to their lack of equipment.

More importantly, Lin Chi wanted to know what his identity was now, and by the way, he would find out where the equipment was.

- If you are really an inferior slave, as the thin man said, the equipment you bring into this game may still be with the slave owner.

So now, I can only temporarily "endure the humiliation".

Lin Chi stretched out his hands slowly, looked at the metal shackles that were scorched by the sun, and clamped his wrists. Then, escorted by the soldiers, he walked with the other slaves next to him to the side door of the arena.

The slaves descended a few steps into a damp and cold area of the arena, a basement with chains, the ground covered with yellow weeds, and the small cries of rats could be heard.

There was a smell of decay in the room, and it smelled like there were several dead bodies hidden, and Lin Chi and the other slaves had just stood firm when they saw a strong man in a red linen robe walk out.

This sturdy man with a flat head seems to be not young, his temples are gray, and a long knife mark on his left cheek is particularly eye-catching. The robe is sewn with silver lion patterns, and it should be of no low status to look at.

"The man has been brought." The captain of the soldier who walked in front bent down slightly and greeted the flat-headed man.

"Okay, you can go!" The man waved his hand impatiently.

The man's voice was very rough and sounded completely inconsistent with his identity. This is more like a ...... than a slave owner

As soon as Lin Chi thought of this, the red text that appeared next to the man confirmed his guess:

Gladiator Instructor Claudias, a heroic NPC, cannot be recruited.

"Raise your head, you waste, I'm not here to see you eat white food!" The instructor yelled.

"But I don't know how to fight at all." The "hemp stick" who was talking to Lin Chi just now stared at his swollen eyes, and a lewd smile appeared on his speckled face: "I'm just here to eat ......."

Before he finished his words, the flat-headed man suddenly shouted, which frightened the man and trembled violently:

"Shut up!"

A few bruises appeared in the corners of the instructor's eyes, and his voice sounded even more terrifying than the madman who had killed people on the field just now: "Remember, you are the ones who have personally chosen from among the slaves to be worthy of being gladiators!" All you have to do is win five games in a row in this arena and you'll be free again! Now, tell me, do you want to spend your life as civilians, or do you want to go back and continue to be slaves? ”

"I want to continue to be a slave...... At least survive. A bald slave in the back muttered quietly.

Although the other slaves did not speak, Lin Chi could tell that these people also agreed with the opinion of the slave who spoke just now, and there was an awkward silence wafting in the underground training room.

Before Lin Chi could speak, the instructor spoke again, looking like he hated iron but not steel: "You waste, do you really have no desire for freedom?" I used to be a slave gladiator, but I defeated the original champion of the arena with my own hands and fought for the glory I have now! You guys ......."

"Can you change to another bedtime story next time?" I've heard this story dozens of times! The hemp man said with a hippie smile, causing a burst of laughter from the other slaves.

- Aren't these guys afraid of death?

Lin Chi frowned and looked around, but found that although the slaves around him were still handcuffed, they did not have any reverence for the instructor, and this situation was completely inconsistent with his understanding of this era.

If this place was really an arena in ancient Rome, if these slaves dared to mock the arena instructors, they would probably be directly chopped off their heads, but judging from the current state, it was the instructors who were deflated, and the slaves seemed to be the "uncle".

"Okay......"

Seeing that the slaves all looked uncooperative, the instructor didn't care about them at all, so he could only shake his head helplessly, and his voice revealed suppressed anger:

"Start training tomorrow, you better rest today......"

After speaking, the instructor turned around and was about to leave the basement, but at this moment, Lin Chi, who had been silent, suddenly spoke:

"All it takes is five wins in a row to get free?"

As soon as these words came out, not only the slaves around him were silent, but the instructor also looked back at him sharply and asked loudly, "Yes, are you willing to train?" ”

"Actually, I don't need to train, as long as I can get the original equipment, I can guarantee that I can win every battle." Lin Chi said confidently.

"Come on, man......" said the "hemp stick" standing beside him, "you just want to get that broken bread back, don't you?" ”

Ignoring the laughter of the slaves next to him, Lin Chi stood in front of the instructor, looked at the other party's eyes seriously, and asked, "Where is my equipment?" ”

"Are you serious?" The instructor asked with a frown.

"I'm very serious, as long as I get the equipment, I'll be able to play right away." Lin Chi nodded.

Seeing that the "slave" he was in charge of training was serious, the instructor, who originally didn't trust Lin Chi at all, also had a trace of suspicion in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Follow me, I will give you a wooden weapon to test your ability, as long as you can beat me, I will give you your original equipment." ”

"No problem." Lin Chi nodded.

"Also, don't try to escape, there was another one who tried to run away with a similar interface last month, and now his body has sunk in the moat." The instructor added another sentence.

"I'm not that stupid." Lin Chi smiled.

In fact, Lin Chi didn't plan to run away either. He had just arrived and had not yet figured out the situation, but he was ready to extract the background information of this special map from the mouth of this instructor.