The twilight was dark, but the training ground at the Esenhard Mansion was brightly lit. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Two rows of miscellaneous slaves stood quietly on the side with torches, the main gladiators on the left and the new Ding on the right, each lined up in a neat line, and by the cliff in the middle of the training ground, a crematorium was erected high in oil-soaked wood, on which the body of Luciano wrapped in white cloth was placed.

Esenhard and Kaisson stood solemnly in front of the crematorium, examining the gladiators.

"Today, we have lost a wonderful brother," Isenhard said in a heavy tone, "Perhaps, his force is not strong, but his loyalty and courage are enough to be a role model for you! Today, Luciano used his life to tell the whole of Vassam what materials our Isenhard family is made of, and I hope that all of you will inherit his legacy and dreams, and win more glory for your family and for yourself!"

With that, he took the torch from the slave and turned to face the crematorium: "Farewell, brother, may the Light be with you. 」

The crematorium was lit, and the flames burned half of the sky.

Kaisong walked between the two teams of gladiators, and slammed his whip on the ground, "Xinding, listen!" His face looked extremely majestic against the firelight.

"Tomorrow, you will begin your real martial arts training, and this will be the beginning of your glory. There is a long road ahead and thorns everywhere, and I hope you can all get the mark of your brother and make the light of the Soldering Iron of Light brighter!"

"Esenhard, Esenhard, Isenhard!" The gladiators raised their arms and shouted, and the newcomers looked nervous and excited.

"Okay, now I'll announce the faction of each of you," Kaisong waved his hand, and two miscellaneous slaves ran over with boxes of wooden training equipment.

"Fekruma, Wood Picking!" the handyman slave quickly pulled out of the box and handed the barbarian a huge two-handed wooden axe.

"Zhang Long, phalanx!" As expected, he was given a spear.

"After Luciano's death, you will be our only gladiator in the phalanx, don't let me down. Kayson added. Zhang Long made a solemn expression as much as he could: "Yes, coach!"

"Hassan, safari!"

The Donglu man collapsed on the spot, resolutely pushed away the hand of the miscellaneous slave who handed the short spear and small shield, and shouted, "No, coach, I don't want to do a safari!"

"Joke! you dare to disobey my arrangement?" Cayson whipped at Hyshan's feet, raising high sand.

Hai Shan roared in despair, "I'm from the Eastern Continent, I should be desert style!"

"I'm a coach, and when I say you're what you are, you're what you are. Grab your gear or go to the cage!" said Kaisson angrily. Hai Shan had to take the contradiction with a sad face, he didn't have the seed to enter the iron cage.

And so the hiccup passed, and Kayson continued to read out each of the new factions.

"Schwartz, classical!"

"Heisenberg, Gothic!"

"Hess, desert!"

......

Seven or eight typical German names in a row. Except for Zhang Long, Haishan, and Fikchuma, these newcomers are all Anteystig without exception. Many gladiators, including their boss Esenhard, were born in Anteystig. For more than 20 years, there were frequent civil wars in that kingdom, caused by an ambitious general, Lord Ogied, later known as the "usurper", who rebelled against the barbarians in the northern land. After a protracted tug-of-war, Ogid captured the capital and overthrew the king, and then subdued the nobles of the old king's feudal domains with both soft and hard measures, and was successfully crowned king. However, the usurpation of the throne is unpopular after all, during the reign of Augid there were constant rebellions, and the nobles or civil forces who were dissatisfied with him would often organize rebellions under the banner of a former member of the royal family, at first these sparks were easily extinguished, but after all, they slowly formed a prairie fire, in recent years, various rebels have blossomed all over Anteystig, the kingdom's economy has been dragged down by the civil war, and Ogid's throne has been in jeopardy.

Anteystig's long civil war provided the arena of Candras with the largest source of gladiators: prisoners of war, or farmers and citizens who had been bankrupt by the war, were sold into slavery to Candras. Originally, the folk customs of Anteystig were relatively fierce, especially prisoners of war, and with a little training, they could become very good gladiators to fight and kill, so they were naturally purchased by every trainer.

Since discovering this secret, Zhang Long has been very frustrated. When the young boy was just starting to have a spring heart, he chose Russia among the four major A/film production areas of the United States, Germany, Japan and Russia, and he knew that he would live with so many Anteistig people now, and he chose German films at the beginning, and his contact with the German language since he was a child was only "the Fuhrer's wrath" in addition to a few pieces of German-origin equipment in the dark game!

After the weapons were distributed, Kaisong briefed each newcomer on the characteristics of their respective factions and demonstrated a few introductory moves. When it was Zhang Long's turn, he said a few more words:

"Your spear technique on Xiansai Island is originally very characteristic and powerful enough, but you don't know how to integrate it into the gladiatorial battle, which makes you lose so badly against Rixat. So you have to forget about the previous experience of being a homekeeper and become a qualified gladiator first, and then think about your own characteristics, you know?"

"Yes, coach!" Zhang Long hurriedly agreed.

In this way, the newcomers were initially familiar with their equipment, and Lu Qiano's body was cremated. The miscellaneous slaves retrieved his ashes from the ashes of the crematorium, carefully placed them in the jar, and handed them to Isenhard.

"Alright, gladiators, disband!" the instructor ordered, "No equipment allowed in the dormitory, put it on the shelves in the cloister before entering the room!"

This is naturally to prevent brawls. Returning from the training ground to the dormitory, one had to pass through a winding corridor, flanked by shelves of wooden weapons for training, guarded by a few family members who worked four shifts a day. The management of these equipment is very strict but not harsh, and after the daily training, no matter what time of day and no matter which gladiator, as long as he goes to the training ground, he can take his equipment: this is also silently encouraging them to consciously increase their training.

The gladiators went back to their rooms to rest, while Esenhard took Kaison to the council chamber to sum up the lessons learned, leaving only Zhang Long, Fecquema, and Haishan on the training ground.

"Fuck!" Hayson sat down on the ground and scolded, "Why? Why do you let me practice safari poses?"

"Because you're not strong enough. Fetrema replied bluntly.

The Donglu man stood up and stared at Zhang Long with a fierce look in his eyes: "Not strong enough, isn't it as good as you yellow-skinned guy?" The same block, why can you practice the phalanx, I can only be cannon fodder?"

Zhang Long lay innocently on the gun, and couldn't help but freeze. Fekruma's face sank, and she whispered, "Haishan, apologize!"

"Apologize, say a fart! Don't think I don't know how good you two are, when I trained, I knew how to please Kai Song, and I went to the training ground to pretend after dinner at night! Damn, Kai Song can grin to his ears when he looks at you both! Now it's okay, the yellow guy has become a gladiator, and I have become cannon fodder! But don't think this is the end of it, isn't it just licking Kaisong's asshole? What is it...... Ahh

Fetsuma couldn't bear it anymore and kicked Haishan in the stomach, and Haishan fell down on the sand with a thud, laughing wildly:

"Fight, fight, I'm already half-pulled into the coffin anyway, and you've all seen the safari like a bird, fight, fight, hahaha......

Fitsuma patted Zhang Long on the shoulder: "Let's go, brother, he's crazy......

The two walked through the corridor to put down their equipment and walk towards the dormitory, when suddenly a hurried figure came up from the cellar and almost collided with Zhang Long.

"You don't have long eyes, whose is the wine altar?" A female voice came from her ears, although angry, but as pleasant as a silver bell.

Zhang Long turned his face and looked, wow, the beauty of the black pearl!

The owner of the voice was one of the two slave girls who often stood beside Esenhard, who was usually too far away to see really, but at this time, face to face, Zhang Long suddenly saw that the harness was about to flow out.

She looks seventeen or eighteen years old, obviously a mixed race of Donglu and Ambaru, with dark skin, eyebrows, eyes and face are the same as the Mexican girls in American dramas, she has a delicate Donglu face, her beautiful little mouth is pouting angrily, there is no typical black thick lips at all, and the big black and white, clear eyes like still water, but she perfectly inherits the best side of black blood, and with the front/convex/back/ The perfect posture of the warped, although it is just a simple linen dress, is simply too charming!

"Look at what!" the girl rebuked angrily, shook off her black curls, and walked briskly towards the council chamber with the wine jar in her arms.

Zhang Longmu saw her, and the horn of the horn trickled from the corner of his mouth to his chest.

"Boy, don't be stupid," said the man in charge of the equipment rack with a mocking smile, "Suina is a virgin baby who was bought by the boss with a lot of money, and is going to find an opportunity to bribe the big man in the future, even he is reluctant to touch it, if you want to hook up with her, unless you don't want to live!"

"Yes, yes," Fei Quma kept persuading, trying to drag Zhang Long back from his trance, "Be realistic, train hard, win more games in the future, and become a star, are you afraid that there will be no women to do it?"

But Zhang Long has been deeply fascinated. Before the crossing, he still had the girl in his dream to sustenance, since he wore it, the dream was gone, and he was surrounded by muscular reckless men, and suddenly saw such a beauty, so how could he control his emotions?

Of course, Suina didn't know Zhang Long's embarrassment at this time, she was just in a hurry to deliver wine to Esenhard in the council chamber.

The chamber is not lavishly furnished, but it is very neat, with marble round tables, mahogany chairs, and candles on elegant bronze-pedestal lampstands at the corners of the room providing good illumination. She stopped at the door, walked as gracefully as she could, and poured wine for Isenhard, Kathon, and the distinguished guests.

"It's very good, being suppressed like this, and being able to let a weak chicken calm the crowd, it seems that I really want to impress you!" said the noblewoman with a gorgeous dress and a bewitching appearance.

"It's over, Lady Elena!" Isenhard smiled and raised his glass.