Slave!

What a harsh word, Maximus didn't expect that he would be sold as a slave one day, but these are not important, he is alone, nothing matters now, and even, in his heart, there is no trace of waves because of the drastic change from a general to a slave. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After the slave caravan handed over these slaves to the slave market, Maximus sat alone in a relatively backward position in the middle of a pile of slaves, leaning against a small pillar the thickness of an arm that supported the dilapidated shed, with his head bowed and silent.

The feeling of weakness in his body, coupled with the death of grief, made Maximus look lifeless, like a walking corpse.

At this moment, an old man with his head wrapped in a long black cloth, wearing a long robe, and a gray beard, who looked like a client brought by a slave trader, came to their group of slaves under the guidance of the slave owner.

"Do any of them know how to fight? I had a recent contest! The old man spoke.

"Prosimo, my old friend, although you need someone who is good at fighting, but you should also need some people to die!" As a businessman, marketing your own goods is a must-have skill.

The old man named Prosimo ignored the slave trader who couldn't speak, he was a businessman with a lot of experience and a vicious eye, so he naturally had his own standards of judgment.

In a short time, he had selected six slaves, including Maximus, and after negotiating the price with the slave traders, he put them in cages and pulled them back in a carriage to a huge courtyard where Prosimo was home.

Oh, I forgot to mention that he profited from training gladiators and fighting other people's gladiators, and he was the slave owner of the gladiators.

Maximus was thrown out of the car and followed the slaves numbly, standing in a line with his eyes unfocused, allowing some of the robed servants to sprinkle white powder on his bare chest and back. And he looked at Prosimo's mouth one by one, and didn't listen to a word he said at all.

"I am Prosimo, and the next few days will be your most miserable days, and in the last days before the end, I will be very close to you, even better than the mother who brought you to this damned world, but I am not paying you to be a companion, I am not a good person, I am going to profit from your death, when your life begins, with your mother by your side, and when it ends, I will be by your side, and when the fate of death comes, you will be sublimated by the cheers of the people!"

Saying this, Prosimo applauded lightly, lowered his head slightly, and said, "Gladiators, I salute you!" ”。

Prossimo's words illustrate their imminent fate, becoming a gladiator.

In Rome, gladiators were in the arena, and when they won victory after victory, they could indeed be admirers of all spectators, of all, and they were the heroes of the arena.

Although they are basically slaves, in the arena, they also have an identity, that is, gladiators, heroes!

It has even been said that it is not the marble of the Senate or the sword in Caesar's hand that holds the lifeblood of Rome alive, but the yellow sand in the arena!

The gladiators in the arena are the easiest ones to harvest the worship of the populace!

Gladiator!

The eyes of some of the slaves were filled with astonishing heat, and they did not feel terrible in the face of such a fate, but felt a slight excitement, yes, they wanted to be the heroes of the gladiatorial arena that all the spectators cheered for, crazy about, worshipped!

Maximus did not fluctuate at all.

Hero? So what?

Wasn't he a hero in the eyes of the soldiers before?

But what did he get?

Broken family? Brother died tragically?

Huh, hero......

Maximus's chapped lips moved slightly, curling in a sarcastic arc.

"Stop him!"

"Quick! Someone's barging in! ”

"Quick!"

At this moment, there was chaos at the gate of the courtyard, and the slaves who were listening to Prosimo looked at him suspiciously, wondering who had the audacity to break into the house of a gladiator slave owner.

I saw that the person who came was wearing a brown robe with exposed arms, the figure was as slender and powerful as a black panther, exuding a faint sense of threat, and under the short black hair, there were a pair of dark eyes like a dark pool, and at this time those black eyes were looking at them slaves.

No, one of them, to be exact.

"The end!" Maximus's hoarse throat squeezed out a word that only he could hear, and his numb eyes flashed with surprise, and quietly welled up with a burst of anger, making him 'live' as if he was walking a walking flesh a moment ago.

The end-of-season intrusion, like a drop of water dripping into a pan of oil, provoked a fierce reaction.

Near the door, a dozen gladiators in training, several guards hired by Prosimo, surrounded the end of the season that broke in.

Glancing at the people surrounding him, there was no fluctuation in his eyes at the end of the season, during training, in order to prevent the gladiators from resisting, the gladiators were just holding wooden short swords, as for those guards, except for a few guards who came to watch the excitement, most of the guards were still standing in place.

In their opinion, a person, one gladiator who was specially trained for gladiatorial fighting, and who was much more terrifying than them, was enough to teach future people a lesson that even his mother would not recognize.

However, for the end of the season, this is really not a problem.

There was no pause in his footsteps, and it seemed that the gladiators in front of him were all air.

Such an attitude immediately aroused the ferocity of the gladiators, and they immediately waved the wooden weapons in their hands and attacked towards the end of the season.

Facing the wooden short sword that fell on his chest, Ji Mo leaned slightly, stretched out one hand, pinched the blade, and slammed a fist into the chest of a gladiator, knocking it backwards and snatching the opponent's weapon.

In the next second, the short sword in his hand slammed into the body of another gladiator, causing the wooden short sword to break directly, and the attacked gladiator was directly thrown out.

Step by step, the gladiators fell one by one against their chests.

By the time the end of the season had walked less than thirty meters, the dozen or so gladiators who had surrounded him had all groaned in pain and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, all the gladiators and guards widened their mouths in surprise and looked at the man who had inexplicably barged in, but then a raging anger rose because of the attitude of the end of the season.

However, when they had just moved their steps, the master of this place, Prosimo with an inexplicable glint in his eyes, glanced at Maxim, whose body began to tremble slightly, but raised his hand and said, "Stop!" ”。

The words fell, and the others obediently stopped in place, but Ji Mo walked step by step to Maximus, who was standing in place and looking at him in a daze.