Jumping up from the iron bed, Hering quickly stood on the ground, and the maroon-haired man was kicked by Herling and vomited blood, looking at him in horror. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You guys. Quick, quick, teach him a lesson! As soon as the brown-haired man saw Herring get up, he retreated to the corner in a panic, and the other nobles were also startled and ran away early.

In their opinion, Hering's ability to kick the brown-haired man and vomit blood must not be an ordinary character, and his strength is much stronger than that of ordinary slaves.

Several guards wearing leather armor and holding torture instruments ran towards Heling with angry eyes, they have always been the representatives of the strength of this area, even those nobles have to give them some face, so after seeing the VIP being attacked, they were very angry, and raised the noose in their hands to throw it at Heling.

The chains were tossed in the air, and with a quick dodge, Herring easily moved behind several of the guards.

With a kick, one of the guards was kicked out without noticing.

That's right, it's just kicking out, and the overrun warrior whose life level reaches level twenty-five, when fighting an adult, is completely crushed, either his head is blown out, or he is kicked and crippled.

Since Herring had just woken up, and his brain had suffered a heavy blow, the two feet just now did not exert their full strength, and neither the brown-haired man nor the guards were in danger of life.

Seeing that the guards were directly kicked away, the other three guards seemed to be greatly frightened, but they still quickly turned around and faced Hering with the torture tools and weapons in their hands.

In front of the nobles, even if they were afraid, they still had to go up and fight Hering, after all, even if they escaped, they would definitely end up miserable if they were caught.

"Little rabbit, your ability is not small!" An older guard, cautiously staring at Herring's every move, raised the long whip in his hand, and fiercely approved it.

The long whip was suddenly approved at a speed invisible to the naked eye, Heling's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously moved half a step to the right, and the long whip was directly pumped to the ground, making a crisp sound of "pop".

After a few breaths, the originally crowded basement was empty, leaving only Hering and the four guards, and the other slaves or nobles had already walked out, leaving only a few people standing at the door watching in horror.

They knew that the prey they caught this time was not so easy to tame.

"Look for death." He Ling's face was expressionless, the black armor was on him, even if he didn't hide, that simple torture instrument would not hurt him, the only thing he wanted to do now was to kill the other party and leave.

After all, Yelena's situation is still unknown, and the most important thing at the moment is to join them.

Herring had a hunch in her heart that things didn't seem to be going well on Elena's side.

With a quick leap, Heling's figure suddenly became nothing, his speed was dozens of times faster than ordinary people, and in just one second, he came behind the three guards again.

Before they could react, Herring's fists slammed out, and with a bang, the two guards were blasted out and smashed against the mud wall, blood spurting out.

In less than three minutes, there was only one guard left intact in the basement, Hering frowned, ignoring the fear in the guard's eyes, and swept a kick directly to the guard's chin, and with a click, the guard fell to the ground and passed out.

The four guards were now either dead or wounded, and they were not capable of fighting at all.

Hering looked back, only to see that at the exit of the basement, there were still a few people staring at him, Hering looked at them, and his murderous and ruthless gaze made the other party stagnate, and then quickly pulled away.

Outside the exit of the basement was a large circular plaza, and Herring slowly walked out, stunned by the sight before him.

I saw that the circular square was at a very low altitude, and the surrounding circle was lined with rows of seats, all of which were made of boulders, and the seats were full and crowded.

Hering swallowed his saliva, and estimated in his heart that such a grand and noisy scene, the number of people must be no less than 50,000, this square is like a gladiatorial arena in the ancient West, Heling has learned in the classroom before, thousands of years ago, rulers and nobles, all took pleasure in watching commoners fight beasts.

When Hering walked out, the tens of thousands of people around him were even more boiling, and the young man looked for prestige, only to see the people on the layers of seats, all of whom focused their eyes on the center of the square, and dozens of unarmed slaves were standing on it.

They weren't slaves in the first place, they were attacked and forced into slavery, just like Herring, and if Hering couldn't resist, I'm afraid he would become one of the slaves.

Hering glanced at everyone, hoping to see the brown-haired man just now, and only by asking someone could he understand the general situation here.

Tens of thousands of people in the stadium were enthusiastic, raising their hands and waving them in the air, and the scene was out of control for a while.

Hering was a little puzzled, weren't they just a dozen male slaves, as for them being so boiling?

When he saw something coming out of another basement exit, Herring knew why these people were so enthusiastic, it was a big show!

Dozens of zombies suddenly ran out of the various basements around the square, they were covered in rotten flesh, and they raised their arms and fiercely pounced on the dozens of male slaves in the center of the field.

The zombies howled, making a disgusting sound in their throats, their eyes all fell out, and the carrion was covered with blood.

"Hey, little ghost, get out of the way, you're in my way!" A scolding sound came from behind, and Herring found that a bearded audience member behind him was looking at him dissatisfied, "Come up and find a place to sit down, don't block me from watching the show!" ”

"Oh." Herring said in a low voice, and went up the stairs of the square, found an empty seat and sat down.

The seats on the lowest floor are about three meters above the floor of the plaza, which is high enough to ensure the safety of the audience, and everyone is excited to enjoy the performance in front of them.

Dozens of zombies poured in from all directions, these men and women with shackles were at a loss for a moment, they looked at each other, although the distance, but Heling could deduce, their expressions must be very panicked.

Suddenly, with a scream, a zombie rushed into the crowd first, opening its bloody mouth and violently biting the throat of a male slave.

Tens of thousands of spectators screamed at the sight, their hands pumping, their eyes fixed on the poor slave being bitten by the zombies.

The slaves panicked, they were already skinny, they had no power to resist at all, and they still had shackles on their bodies, and they couldn't escape for their lives, this kind of performance was simply an unfair death, and these dozens of slaves would definitely be devoured by the zombies.

Hering looked at them lightly, a little sad in his heart, human nature is sometimes the most fragile and ugliest, and the audience's reaction made Hering understand these philosophies.