Watch Vero and Spartacus eat so seriously, as if they were sitting in the lobby of a fragrant, cozy aristocratic villa, quietly enjoying delicious oysters and fish (the Romans preferred all things aphrodisiac), rather than eating rancid bread and stinky beef in this stinking, waist-high pit of excrement.

Then, Spartacus began to close his eyes and recuperate, while Vero simply sat in the dung pit and stretched out comfortably, as if in the Otavago Delta of Africa, under the shade of a large tree on a summer afternoon, two lazy male lions had eaten their full flesh and opened their mouths to sleep.

"I'll rub, these two big brothers have good appetites and big hearts." Chubby is ashamed of himself.

Kirk thought for a moment, took out a bottle of water from the spatial sigil, and threw it to Vero. These guys have a lot of taste, but they can't drink pee. Fortunately, Xiaopang is hungry very quickly due to his talent [abnormal metabolism], and those delicious and delicious drinks are all filled with his spatial imprints, and he has to occupy his own place.

Vero took the water, gave Kirk a surprised look, then opened the bottle, took a sip, and threw it to Spartacus. Spartacus opened his eyes rarely, took a sip, and set them aside.

After that, the two sides never crossed paths again. It wasn't until the evening that someone came and threw down a rope and told them all to come up.

"I want you to start training right away and make up for the course that was delayed due to your stupidity!" Docot, the head of the black sect, grinned and roared, snapping a jet-black whip.

As for Kirk and Chubby, they were completely ignored by him. In his eyes, the raw materials for the training of the two gladiators were not even qualified to talk to him. Do you talk to punching bags?

Fortunately, soon slaves took them away. Before leaving, Kirk looked back to see Omos training with a whip and Vero and Spartacus. Two people took the long wooden sword used for training and fought together.

Fat Kirk is taken into a "circle". You heard it right, it's a place like a bullpen enclosed with logs. Moreover, there are about 20 contractors inside!

This time "Spartacus" is [Arena Mode]. There are many contractors for space delivery. This time it's a kill mode, and there's a bonus bonus. When the two men were pushed in, many of the contractors were looking at the two unlucky ones with malicious eyes. The two unlucky eggs were like chickens in soup, covered in feces and urine, and the stench was stinking, and some female contractors frowned and hid as far as they could.

There are also contractors who are looking at the two with envy and jealousy. The contractor comes and goes in the wind and rain, and what hard things have not been encountered? If you can get in close contact with the protagonist of the plot for 1 day, don't talk about throwing the dung pit, someone will eat directly! As long as there are benefits.

Kirk and Chubby found a place where no one was and sat down. The two of them knew that it was an extraordinary time, and they didn't dare to be careless, so they took turns to be on duty at night. Chubby fell asleep first, and Kirk stayed up for the middle of the night. Shift change in the second half of the night.

At night, the moon rises and a large bonfire of fish oil is lit in the camp. On the other side of the camp training ground, there was a miserable snort from Spartacus and Vero. Both of them are lion-like tough guys, strong-willed, and can make such a sound, and you can think about how much they have suffered.

Kirk pondered. Now there were no contractors around, and the snoring was coming and going. But how many people really fall asleep, only I know.

The situation is bad. The intention of the space is like those masterpieces taken by Brother Guanxi to Sister Baizhi, and Chi Guoguo can't wait to write it on his face.

Slaughter!

Not only does it make it clear that kills are not punished, but it also provides a 20% bonus bonus on top of the original reward. What makes the contractor even more tempting is that the arrangement will inevitably drop [Valuables] [Soul Crystal]!

A piece of [Soul Crystal] (broken) on the space Taobao in Las Vegas, the buyer's shouting price has never been lower than 10,000 survival points, but it is always priceless! It turned out that he had specifically asked the little beauty Yuqing in the upgrade hall that this soul spar was a necessity for the contractor's skills to be upgraded to level 6 and above. Since they are contractors, they have all encountered level 5 bottlenecks, and Kirk himself has five skills that have reached level 5 bottlenecks. The demand for this thing is so great that you can imagine it.

Finally, at the end of the plot, additional plot rewards should be calculated according to the amount of [Soul Crystal] collected! This is really another bucket of oil on the fire!

In this plot, all the contractors exist as slaves, locked up in the training camp, have no chance to go out of the world, have no time to do branch tasks, hide tasks, and all the benefits depend on killing each other. Adventure in the world of the plot, you can only enter once in 7 days, and time is the opportunity cost. If you waste this opportunity and don't reap the benefits, then you are one world behind. The next time you fight the enemy, maybe it's just a little bit worse, and you will die in the hands of others, and become a cold bloody key! A little gap, the difference between life and death.

Can you kill gladiators? Don't be brain-dead. First, these gladiators clearly rely on killing skills to eat, and the contractors are all human flesh sandbags that they practice killing, which is not easy to mess with. Second, gladiators are slaves, poor eggs, if they had money, they would have redeemed themselves, and they could squat in the dung pit all day long? To rob and kill slaves, or the kind that is rotten in life, especially not afraid of death, and especially able to fight, are you hurt?

Kirk sneered, the contractor probably has the only idea now, how to put the blood-red keys of others into the spatial seal, how to take the soul spar for himself.

Until dawn, there was nothing to say for a night. Everyone is wary of each other, no one talks to each other, and they make friends. As for whether there was a conspiracy in private and a gang, only the parties concerned knew about it.

"Raw materials! Get up! A large man yelled and whipped at the huddled contractors. His name was Barka, and he was a brutal hunker, a skilled gladiator, and Bartikos' bodyguard, sometimes acting as a killer. It is he who is responsible for managing these "raw materials".

"Don't try to run away, the consequences of running away were already verified yesterday. I assure you, it was a blessing for Jupiter that they were thrown into the dunghole! I spoke to Batitas last night and he agreed with me and had zero tolerance for escape. If there are any more escapes, our rookie gladiators who need human lives will have work to do, and perhaps they will be impatient to wait. Bakar shouted.

"Bakar is right!" A lazy voice sounded in the back, it was Batitas. He said word by word, very gloomy: "Wow, look at you. I spent a full 100 gold coins to buy you back from the slave bazaar, causing a severe economic crisis in the bootcamp. This price is even more than the price I paid for [God of War] Kress at that time! You are all my personal wealth, and according to the great Roman law, if you want to escape, you have to pay the price! Bakar! Punish those two slaves yesterday in public! ”

Kirk and Chubby were quickly pulled out of the "bullpen" by the entourage slaves and tied to the fallen stake, and Bakar raised the whip with a smirk!

"Smack!" At the first moment, Chubby began to scream, his physical strength has now reached 10 points, and his health has reached 140 points, but he can't even stand it.

Kirk couldn't help but scream, this whip is very vicious, it is made of dozens of strands of fine cowhide, soaked in olive oil for ten days, exposed to the sun, soaked for ten days, repeated ten times, so that the toughness of the cowhide and the moisturizing of olive oil are completely integrated, and then the tip of the whip is wrapped in a metal iron sheet containing lead! A whip was pulled down, first there was a feeling of absorption, as if there were grasshoppers desperately burrowing into the skin, and then there was a hot and painful metal head grabbing. With a flick of the torturer's wrist, a piece of skin was scraped away, leaving only bloody skin tissue and flesh. The lead whip tip has a slight toxin that prevents the wound from healing and leaves a deep mark.

Both men were dying after 20 lashes. Kirk looked up with difficulty, and actually saw a pair of eyes of the double contractor, hidden under the various expressions of laughter and ridicule, irrelevance, and indifference and contempt, a deep, marrow-chilling greedy peeping! It's as if a pack of arctic wolves are drooling and staring at two moose with injured hind legs!

You're wounded from the whipping, aren't you? Very good, find a chance to send you to the sky, and you bloody key master will laugh at it!

Kirk lowered his head, and the blood fell from his forehead to the ground, and the ground was covered with yellow sand, and the smell of the Mediterranean breeze blew from afar, and the scorching sun shone on the wound on his head, and everything was so hot, so hot that people couldn't breathe...

The bright red blood dripped onto the sand and was absorbed by the sand in less than a second, like the life of a gladiator who had died in the Colosseum...

It turns out that this is blood and sand...

Maury's face roared in front of him, and he couldn't hear it, but Kirk knew what he was talking about!

Kirk's eyes were red, blood seeped out of the corners of his eyes, and his whole eyes were like lone wolves forced into a corner, fierce and violent!

If you want my life, you have to trade it for it!

Kirk and Chubby were thrown to the ground on a stand. Batitas exclaimed, "You two are always so lucky, in order to protect my wealth, you can skip today's training!" Train normally tomorrow! Then he said coldly to Docot, the head of the black church, "Get to work!" ”

Chubby was beaten so hard that he didn't even have the strength to speak. He has a good family background and is pampered, where did he suffer such a big sin? He groaned and grunted, roughly meaning to kill that Batitas and Bakar.

Kirk was calmer than ever. Here, the biggest enemy is not the gladiators, not even the Batitas, because they are private wealth, and the Battitas will not let them die easily. But the contractors are different, they have enough reasons to covet their own lives and Chubby's!

Remembering the last sentence of the spatial prompt: "Watch your back", Kirk's fist clenched tightly.