Approaching their row of gladiator seeds was a burly man in his thirties, more than six feet tall, with well-groomed short brown hair, a figure-eight beard, a pair of deep sky-blue eyes that were particularly sharp, and a high nose that stood like a sculpture; he was dressed in a simple but elegant loose linen suit that could not hide his strong figure; and a broadsword pinned to his waist, which made him even more heroic. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He was accompanied by a strong man, who looked to be from the Eastern Continent, with a thick and curly black beard covering the entire lower half of his face, a bald head, a blazing eye, revealing wisdom that did not match his rough appearance, and a simple leather armor, shorts, and loafers were worn bare.

"It's been a long time, God of War, Esenhard!" the captain's witch-like voice, "Come and see the latest shipment, all of them are high-quality gladiator seeds, you have come at a good time!" The old lady greeted the burly man and introduced her goods to the burly man.

"How many times have you said it, Niobey, stop calling me 'God of War'," Isenhard said in a German accent, his voice was like a bell, laughing and hugging the old lady, "I'm Trainer Isenhard, and he's Coach Kaison!"

Captain Neobe also laughed, "Whatever you become, in my eyes you are also the 'God of War' Esenhard and the 'Almighty Lightning' Kaison, but I'm a big fan of yours: here in my Niobie, you will always enjoy a 70% discount!"

After the pleasantries, we got straight to the point, and the sturdy Fitsuma was chosen first, followed by the others. Esenhard was about to pay the bill, but saw Kaisong looking at Zhang Long with interest.

"Are you optimistic about this Sencyp?" Isenhard said in surprise, "It's too small, and it's not muscular, gladiator?" 」

Kayson twisted his beard around his fingers in circles: this was what he looked like when he was seriously thinking.

"No, master," his voice was slightly hoarse, but very magnetic, "although he is not big, his bones are strange, he is a good material, and more importantly, this is a slave market, and it is not easy for him to be a pillar of optimism here!"

Esenhard couldn't help but move his gaze to the source of Zhang Long's anger, and frowned: "Opposite him is a slave girl, it's hard to guarantee that he is not a prostitute/worm." 」

"No," said Kaisong, "the goods of the slave market, the fear of their fate, the fear of their own hearts, how can they have the energy to think about this? Forgive me for taking the liberty of it, master, you were choking enough at that time! It is impossible for a simple lewd/insect to have such a species, and if this person is trained more, he will become a great weapon in the future!"

Esenhard pondered for a moment and nodded, "Okay, then add another five gold coins to buy!" He looked back at Zhang Long, who had already reached his chin, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "Boy, the road ahead of glory is already under your feet, it depends on how you go!"

At the end of the purchase, Zhang Long and the other seed gladiators were transported to Esenhard's mansion in stuffy tank wagons. The carriage had only a narrow skylight that let in sunlight and shone right on Fikchuma's excited face.

"How lucky we were to be bought by Esenhard!" the barbarian was overjoyed, "You know, he was also a gladiator before, and he was the god of war at the enthronement of King Leorik two years ago, and was granted freedom by the king and a large bounty!" said Fetsuma, spitting, "I came to Candras a long time ago to watch his fights, it was so exciting, and I will be the second him, the new god of war in Candras: Lord Fektrama! hahaha......

The stuffy tank carriage suddenly became Feculma's inspirational forum, and Zhang Long also listened enthusiastically, after all, he is a traverser, there must be a protagonist welfare, and Fequema's fantasy ambition is likely to fall into his own hands!

Similar to the house of Batiatus in Spartacus, it was also a typical gladiator training ground, but the architectural style is closer to that of medieval Western Europe. The spire of the main building of the mansion is inserted with a gilded eagle weather vane, symbolizing that the owner is a martial man of status, the main house, the wing room and the courtyard are the living quarters of the owner and his family, and it is also a Romanesque architectural layout with medieval style, which is quite successful, seamless, quite beautiful and magnificent. Of course, he was not allowed to come to these places unless he was called. The gladiators were all arranged to live in the dormitory around the training ground at the back of the mansion, the environment was simple but comfortable, after all, they were the master's biggest source of income, and the treatment was still remarkable, but for newcomers like Zhang Long, life was not so good.

"Welcome to Hell!" Kaisong led Zhang Long and his party to the gladiators' lounge next to the stables, and left to return to Esenhard, where the mansion keeper with a black electric baton on his waist opened the shackles for them and went to the beginning ceremony of the gladiator career: farewell to the past.

Zhang Long looked around, the sky, the eyes were full of muscles! muscles!

The so-called lounge is actually a bathhouse, and in the middle of the hall is a bath made of concrete, which is steaming hot and filled with mist. More than a dozen tall and muscular men who are comparable to bodybuilders are bathing in it. The laughter was endless, and a few dirty words came from time to time. Even if he had seen such a scene in "Spartacus" as early as possible, it made Zhang Long feel shocked and nervous: this is really an environment full of wild male power, looking at these muscular tough guys, most of them are from the Western Continent, but there are also some guys from the Eastern Continent and a few barbarians, and any one of them is at least half a head taller than him. Not to mention the physique, there was no other comparison before, and Feculma was slightly fat, so he felt that his Bruce Lee-like figure was already very good, and this time he really opened his eyes to see what muscles were!

Damn, is that the welfare of the traverser so much? How can you say that you can also give a man like Lao Tzu Yao Ming to give the yellow race a long ambition, how can it still be the average height of the original five feet and eight inches......

"Hehe, who's coming?" A loud laugh interrupted Zhang Long's thoughts, and a majestic man like an iron tower stood up from the bath. He has short black hair, his facial features are as hard as ancient Roman statues, his bright blue eyes reveal a fiery domineering spirit, his well-defined bronze muscles are so swollen that they almost burst, and his beard is cleanly shaved, revealing a full blue beard.

"Is that you, a kid in the slave market?" The iron man walked up to Zhang Long and looked at him carefully: "It turned out to be a yellow-skinned guy from Xiansai Island, more girly than a woman!hahahaha......" This racist remark suddenly touched Zhang Long's already somewhat injured self-esteem, but he instinctively endured it. This was naturally his astonishing ability to endure humiliation and bear burdens that he had cultivated through his former humble social position, and it was also one of the most important qualities for his future survival in St. Hugh's aria.

And Fikhuma obviously doesn't have this ability.

The big man walked past Zhang Long and came to Physama, and also looked at this barbarian who was half an inch taller than him, with a larger skeleton and muscles that were obviously inferior to his own.

"Damn, it's a brute who stinks better than an animal. What kind of wolf is the north...... But no matter how you look at it, it's like a dog that eats/!"

How could Phi Truma, who aspired to be the god of war, be so insulted? Immediately furious, he slammed his fist into the door of the big man's face, and shouted, "What are you?"

The big man lightly put aside Fei Quma's heavy punch, and with a slap in the ear, Fei Quma's eyes collapsed to the ground, and the barbarian only felt that the sky was dark, and his brain was buzzing, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

"I, I'm Ricksart, the champion of Vorsam! Listen to me, you maggots, this is a man's world, and you can only have dignity if you get the mark of your gladiator brothers, otherwise no matter where you come from, it's all bullshit! Remember, none of the gladiators of Isenhard are of the wrong species!" Ricksart's roar shook the hearts of the entire hall and every newcomer, and he snapped his arms out, revealing to the newcomers the tattoo of the Esenhard family tattoo on the deltoid muscle of his toned shoulder: a soldering iron that radiated a thousand rays of light.

"Esenhard's Soldering Iron of Light?" Zhang Long couldn't help but exclaim, no wonder he felt so familiar when he heard the name "Esenhard" in the slave market, it was a very inconspicuous low-level suit in Diablo II, and the sword in it was called "Esenhard's Soldering Iron of Light", it turned out to be like this!

Ricksat paused, then slapped Zhang Long on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Yo he, the kid is quite knowledgeable, but it's not enough to recognize our mark, it depends on whether you have the ability to get it! Huh, Lucas, you're finally here, move quickly, these new beasts are waiting for you to take care of them!"

Lucas, who was walking into the hall from the back room, was a balding old man with a white beard, hunched over, skinny, and naked like all the tough guys in the bath, with a shabby sackcloth bag with scissors, a razor, a scoop, and a large coarse soap on his shoulders.

The old man approached the newcomers, glanced at them, frowned, and the old face full of folds gathered into a chrysanthemum.

"Lift this brute up, and line up!" The old man looked weak, but his voice was full of confidence, quite majestic, and felt more powerful than Rixat's roar.

Zhang Long and a few other newcomers hurriedly picked up Fei Quma and slapped some water on his face, and the barbarians came to their senses and lined up with everyone.

"From this day forward, you are the recruits of House Esenhard," Lucas said as he paced back and forth in front of the queue of newcomers, cutting his hands back, "no one here cares about your past. Whether you were a criminal, a gambler, or a prisoner of war, you will be erased. As long as you fight faithfully for the Esenhard family, you will receive the supreme glory! From this day forward, your life, body, and spirit will belong to the Esenhard family. If you train hard and earn your mark, you will become a glorious gladiator, but if you are lazy, cowardly, and eliminated, then the iron cage is your final destination!

The old man took out Fechmar from the left end of the line, ordered him to sit on the edge of the bath, scooped a ladle of water and poured it on his head, then grabbed the scissors and cut his long, unkempt hair into the same size as Rixat. Zhang Long was dumbfounded: this skill is more than a hundred times better than the master of the school barber shop before crossing over! But what was even more surprising was still behind, after cutting his hair, Lucas ordered Fiquema to stand up, smeared his whole body with soap, took a razor and quickly shaved his body hair from head to toe and his beard, leaving only two thick eyebrows. Seeing a rough man covered in hair, he was scraped into a bare white chicken with five times divided by two.

"What's going on?" Zhang Long was surprised, "How can this world require men to shave their hair, but women are so primitive?"

"It's not about men and women, it's a professional need. Standing beside him, Hassan, replied in a low voice, "In addition to fighting hard, gladiators are also an important social tool for their hosts, and they often need to apply olive oil to show off their muscles to guests at banquets, and body hair will affect the perception of muscles. How can a woman show any muscles? Of course it doesn't have to be so troublesome, but what about a prostitute...... In order to show the guests something else, it has to be like this, hehe......" The Donglu man showed an obscene smile, and Zhang Long also smiled heartily, and the bane under his crotch became angry again because of the explicit topic.

Soon, Zhang Long was also shaved clean, and the messy chicken nest head was also shaved into a small board size before the crossing, which was also much refreshing. What followed was a rare moment of freedom, and Fecma ran to find the barbarian fellows to talk about their home, but Zhang Long couldn't understand their language and was left to dry. He didn't want to provoke a guy like Ricksart anymore, so he had to wander around by himself and unknowingly walked into a back room.

It was immediately much darker, there were no windows, only a few torches on the walls, and it was dark and grumbling in the daytime, which reminded him of the partition where he had lived: it was so desolate!

This is also a bathhouse, but it is very different from the noisy hall outside, on the damp floor there are a few listless men sitting against the wall, Zhang Long looked at it, and couldn't help but gasp: Are they still human?

All of them had terrible scars, one of them had obviously been hit in the right eyeball, and the hollow eye socket was black and oozing pus, the other was beaten open, and the whole upper lip was missing even half of the nose, and almost all the teeth in the mouth were gone, and only a few of them were left on the gum bed, which was quite hideous, and the other was covered with stitches, and all the blood and pus were congealed along the stitches, and he was extremely disgusting. When Zhang Long came in, they didn't even look at it, they were still leaning there with dull eyes, with a virtuous attitude of resignation to fate.

Is this hell?" Zhang Long was so frightened that he almost wanted to quit, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by the shadow in the bath in the room.

It was the back of an extremely graceful girl, standing in the water and arranging her long silky blonde hair. It looks gentle, fragile, and lovable. However, the back that should have been smooth and smooth was covered with large and small scars.

Who is she? How could she be with these wounded? Seeing that she has been injured so much, is she also a gladiator? Can Candras actually have a female gladiator? Zhang Long was full of surprise, such a poor beauty, his original lustful heart was actually full of pity and pity, without a trace of bad desire.

"This is not where gladiators should be. The girl's voice was rather hoarse, not at all like the voice of a girl of this age, and it was almost impossible to distinguish between men and women, so to speak, the voice was completely broken.

Zhang Long hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover the root of the bane, and his face turned red: this can be said to be the first time that a girl has taken the initiative to talk to him, and he is really at a loss when he sees him so naked.

But when the "girl" turned around, he really knew what it was, and he screamed and sat down on the ground!

It was not a "girl" at all, but a big boy with a female skeleton structure and a beautiful face that envied the beauty of the world, about seventeen or eighteen years old! His big water-blue eyes with endless resentment looked at Zhang Long's stunned posture and shook his head gently.

Zhang Long was completely stunned: How could such a person exist? No matter how you look at it, she is a superb blonde beauty, why...... Needless to say, with a flat and slender chest, how could such a weak teenager ...... The male under the crotch is comparable to a stallion?!

Really, this young man who is beautiful enough to embarrass most women, and the bane underneath is enough to embarrass all the macho men in the hall outside!

"I know you," the boy said, tilting his head thoughtfully, "a man in the slave market. It's good, I should be able to get the brother's mark, and it won't end up with me. 」

"You're here?" Zhang Long stood up in confusion, "What do you mean?"

The young man stepped out of the bath and pointed to the half-dead men on the ground and said, "After the gladiator recruit training is eliminated, the waste that can't get the mark will be sent to follow me to fight the iron cage black fist, these people are. I don't remember how many batches they sent in, the previous ones were all dead, and they probably won't be able to survive a few fights. 」

Zhang Longzhi saw a chill down his spine, and suddenly the old man Lucas stepped into the door and grabbed his arm: "Stinky boy, you actually came to this kind of place, go to the training ground to gather, or just wait to join them!"

Zhang Long was dragged out indiscriminately, and his mind was in a mess: Can this brother's mark be so easy to take?