Chapter 9: Killing

The dying Kirk and Chubby were tied to the side to watch, while the others began their day's training.

Thanks to Batitas, he got all the contractors to the training ground, otherwise the brothers are seriously injured, and if you stay with them, I'm afraid someone can't help but kill the brothers. However, the space is very balanced, and the escape of the brothers is a plot arrangement, not their own choice, and they will not be allowed to bear serious consequences, so that those with bad intentions have a chance to take advantage of it.

Kirk observed that all the contractors this time were officially "contractor" level. That is, fire, each person has at least one basic attribute over 10 points or one basic skill over level 5.

Compared to the rookies in the novice plot, there are no fuel-efficient lamps here.

By this time, Docot had already divided the gladiators and contractors into dozens of groups one-on-one and began to practice.

After only watching for an hour, Chubby felt that his injuries were no longer painful. The training scene on the other side was too tragic.

Gladiators trained with wooden swords and had very weak attack power. The contractor can use space equipment to fight back. These guys can get mixed up until now, why don't they take advantage of one or two enchanted weapons?

However, now those who have been beaten and crawled all over the ground like grandsons are all contractors!

The gladiator crushed the contractor without any suspense. And the shot is extremely heavy, and the skin and flesh are open at every turn, and if you hit the same part continuously, the bones will be broken and the tendons will be broken. Because they just rely on the craft of killing people to eat. In the gladiatorial arena, if the enemy does not die, you must die.

Kirk observed that in terms of attributes, the contractor did not suffer. For example, a bearded man who is now confronted by Spartacus wields a medieval-style two-handed heavy sword, which looks very stylish. But he was always disrupted by Spartacus's nimble footsteps, agile movements, and just the right position, and if he was not careful, he was beaten severely. Vero also beat an Arab bearded man and cried for his father and mother.

Playing with Kressie, the strongest man in the training camp, is an MT with a huge round shield. The shield was more than a man tall and larger than the great shield of the Greek hoplites. The MT has an outstanding force. However, there is a big gap in the combat awareness between the two sides, and Kress can always skillfully pick out the defense, find the gap, and thrust the wooden sword down.

"Big brother! What a pleasure! Little Fat finally regained his strength, and excitedly watched as the contractors were beaten one by one and their faces were swollen, and they all turned into pigs' heads. Seeing his comfortable appearance, I longed to move a small horse, make a pot of fragrant tea, set up a sun umbrella, and enjoy the scenery of the Mediterranean Sea in the distance leisurely, while gloating at the fact that the contractor was beaten by the gladiators.

"Don't look at how badly they're being beaten now." Kirk smiled, "It's all pretending!" These big grandsons. ”

Chubby was shocked: "How come?" Gladiators are indeed much more powerful than them. ”

"Yes, the gladiator's fighting skills are indeed richer than those of the contractor, but the gap is not so big, you look at that bearded man."

Xiaopang paid attention for a while and scratched his head: "I don't see anything wrong, he was beaten out of the nosebleed." ”

'Did you notice, he only defended and focused on himself. The offense is not effective, pretending to be..."

Chubby looked at it carefully for a while and nodded.

"Do you know how many times he glanced at us? 12 times"

"Big brother, you mean? Damn it! Chubby was furious.

"Yes, the contractor is the most pragmatic one. Training with gladiators, is it good for them? If you kill a gladiator, you will immediately attract the attention of the training camp and the contractor. The gladiators were all poor and poor, and even the weapons were whiteboard wooden swords, and they couldn't drop good things when they were killed. Only by killing the contractor can there be a harvest. So they don't work hard, they are passive and defensive, and they protect themselves from injury. At the end of the training, return to the cattle pen and find a chance to slaughter our brothers! Kirk said hatefully.

Little Fat raised his eyebrows: "Big brother, even if we are meat, we have three hard bones, see if they will break their teeth if they eat it!" ”

Kirk nodded: "Speed up your recovery, how are your injuries?" ”

"I have a 75% health regeneration speed bonus, it doesn't matter now, what about you, big brother?"

"I've just gotten out of a serious injury now, 50 per cent, and I think it's about the same after training. After all, escaping is a plot arranged in space, and space must also be given a basic balance. Kirk analysis.

"Big brother! Woman! Chubby screamed, pulling the wound around his mouth, grinning.

Kirk was speechless for a while, this fat man did not change his life, and he was beaten like a pig's head and did not forget to watch the plot woman. But at a glance, he saw that it was really a woman.

A beautiful female contractor!

A WOMAN WEARING A LONG ROBE, THE THIN WHITE SILK ROBE HIGHLIGHTS THE CONCAVE AND CONVEX DELICATE FIGURE, AND THE HEIGHT OF ABOUT 172CM LOOKS SLENDER AND TALL. Her face was blocked by the silk robe hood, and she couldn't see clearly, but judging from the curve of her chin, fair breasts, and the curves of her body, she was definitely a beauty.

The gladiator opposite her was the most lascivious "lame" Ashur in the camp, and this cripple was clearly disqualified from playing. Now he is in charge of the logistics and supplies of the camp. Standing opposite the "raw materials" of the beauty, the training is clearly a drunkard, not the wine. Profanity squirted out of his famously foul mouth like a machine gun for provocative language.

It could also be that some expletives touched the female contractor's scales, and she abruptly gave up her usual strategy of only dodging and not attacking. The fingers of his right hand are erected, and the words are muttered in his mouth. A bolt of colored light erupted from her fingers, slashing into Ashur's head like lightning, and Ashur held his head to a moment of dizziness and staggered to the ground.

"Magician?" Kirk was taken aback, this was the first time he had encountered a magician in space. According to the "Beginner's Survival Manual", the mage is a profession that is difficult to mix in the early stage, weak in close quarters, low in mana, and few spells, but once you have sufficient resources, you will soar into the sky, and your development potential is huge.

The female contractor knocked out Ashur and kicked him twice before leaving. It is not forbidden to use any spells and props in the training camp and gladiatorial arena, as long as it belongs to your own ability, you can use it, even if it is to summon the Monkey King to help you fight the gladiators.

Kirk stared at Ashur's rolling eyes, thoughtful.

After another hour, Dorkot slapped his face, and everyone stopped and gathered.

"Alright, the comfortable warm-up time is over, now the ingredients get out of here, and we will continue in the afternoon. And the gladiators, who began formal training, one-on-one, defeated people, could not have lunch! Docott shouted at the top of his lungs.

Docot was once a famous gladiator, the only one to survive a battle with the legendary demigod gladiator Shadow of Death. Now the head coach of the training camp, he directs Spartacus in battle, and is the most respected and trusted slave in the camp, who relies on the whip to defend the cruel system here, and is a strong, proud and selfless man.

So, the raw materials were lined up and taken back to the cattle pen. Kirk and Chubby felt a lot of malicious stare at their injuries, but they both sneered and followed the group back to the bullpen.

Everyone entered the cattle pen and sat down, and began to wrap the wounds. During the morning training, although Batitas made it clear that he was not allowed to kill the raw materials, he could not escape the crime. In the face of the pressure of survival, the gladiators were extremely heavy, and almost every contracted person who trained was injured, and the most serious was a middle-aged man who fought against the "mad dog" Barka, whose legs had been peeled open, and the white bones of Sensen were faintly visible.

The contractor's eyes were focused on the man's leg that had been wounded, and Kirk and Chubby were left unnoticed. Everyone can see that the injuries of these two brothers are almost healed in the morning, and they are two people, which is more difficult to kill than a lone man. If you attack Kirk, one is to unite other talents, which means profit sharing. The second is that they can shout, the guards are around, and the whip and dung pit are not vegetarian. The third is that these two guys have never made a move, and their strength is unknown, and they may also be hard ideas. This injured man is very ordinary.

So, 15 minutes later, after a few eye exchanges, a chubby black one-eyed dragon surrounded him with a few men in a tacit understanding. A contractor ripped up a magic scroll, and a "legal silence" made a middle-aged man mute. The murderers pounced like wolves, and it was impossible to see who had struck, and the sound of the wounded man fluttering came from the encirclement. In a matter of seconds, he was transformed into a cold corpse, and the blood-red key and soul crystal were gone.

At noon, the body was found by the guards, and the alarm bell rang throughout the training camp.

Batitas rushed to the scene with a gloomy face, and saw the injured man who was not staring at him, and his cold gaze swept over all the "raw materials" in the cattle pen.

He suddenly laughed: "It's good, someone killed him." Although he was wounded, I was going to have a gladiator kill him in the afternoon, but I never gave you permission to kill him. According to the sacred Roman law, you, including him, are my personal property. You are thieves! I can apply for the Archon to hang you all right now! ”

There was silence in the camp

"Who did it? If you don't, I'll let those rookies kill you all in the afternoon! The Dionysian festival in Marseille is about to begin, and I'm desperate to send those rookie gladiators to the Colosseum for a show, and they need to risk their lives to get in! If you don't say anything, you'll all die! Batitas began to roar.

A grimacing contractor stepped forward, a participant in the black one-eyed dragon clan just now. Batitas gave a look, and the contractor was quickly thrown into the dung pit by the slave.

Obviously, the one-eyed dragon who committed the crime has touched the root of Batitas's greed for money. It was decided that he would not take further action on the matter. Because the loss of his property has become a fait accompli. Killing the perpetrator again will make him lose even more! As long as there are steps down, then Battitas will not delve into it!

This is undoubtedly tantamount to announcing the opening of the Contractor's Bloody Killing Field!