Recently, I have been sick, I really don't have the energy to code words, and I have to go to the hospital for treatment after work tomorrow. When this painful time has passed, the two shifts will be restored immediately. This is a guarantee made by a man who is not too intimidating.

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"You...... You...... And you...... , come out!", the poisonous wolf picked out five people in one breath, these five people are completely ready for the second stage of training in his eyes, they are very disciplined in the fighting, not like ordinary people wielding fists to support the fighting with the courage in their chests, but you come and go, whether it is offensive or defensive, they are very clear and understandable.

The poisonous wolf knew very well that it was better for him to train ten thousand qualified gladiators than to train a king, and at this time in his heart, the rest of the trainees had already been given up by him. Although those who should be taught will still be taught, they will definitely not treat everyone like these five people.

He kept looking at these five people at this time, nodding his head incessantly, each of them was in excellent physical condition, and his emotions were very stable, and the most important thing was this-calm. If the physical fitness is not good, it can be practiced, but the psychological quality is difficult to exercise. In the gladiatorial arena, you often face some desperate situations, and if you panic first at this time, you will lose completely. can only grit his teeth and find a glimmer of life in the midst of a hundred deaths.

Every king was won by narrowly fought, not by a beautiful one.

"Everyone, stop!", the poisonous wolf smiled a little playfully for the first time, he flicked the whip in his hand, pointed to a slap next to the playground, and said, "Everyone go and get a club, and the five of you take an extra pair of shields!"

Rossi's heart tightened, and he vaguely knew what he was going to face next. Sure enough, when everyone came back with their things, the poisonous wolf pointed at the five of them and said: "The training of gladiators is very simple, that is, to strengthen the body, and ......", he laughed twice, "Keep fighting! Now each of you, everyone, will attack the five of them, but there are a few points I want to make clear!"

The poisonous wolf walked up to Rossi and tapped his shield with his knuckles, making a bang sound, "No hits to the head, no hits to the crotch, no hits to the neck, only these three points." One pat's time, there is food to eat at night when you are standing, and you can only drink porridge when you lie down!"

After he finished talking about the silence of the whole playground, just kidding? Dozens of people going to fight five people? Is this still difficult?

"What are you doing in a daze?", the poisonous wolf roared, wielding the whip in his hand and slamming it on the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

Rosie immediately came back to his senses, at this time, the comparison is bravery, the comparison is physical strength, and the comparison is ruthlessness. He picked up his club and struck it on the knee of one of the cadets not far from him, and after a dull click, the man fell to the ground with a howl clutch. With Rossi's strength, the stick was pulled down, and the man's legs were already bent backwards.

In the midst of this howl, the first day of school began to scuffle.

There were sticks everywhere, and even though Rosie was holding a small round shield with a diameter of about sixty centimeters to resist the attack, there were still a lot of sticks that fell on him. The strength of these people may not be as great as his, but the fact that so many people attacked him together made up for their lack of strength.

What bullshit is not allowed to hit the head, not allowed to hit the neck, these people don't take the words of the poisonous wolf as words at all, and they hit them with sticks on their heads and faces, and they can't resist at all.

The poisonous wolf stood aside and watched with a smile as the five best seedlings were violently beaten by a group of novices, and even couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw the end, and the hearty laughter made the battle more intense.

In the evening, Rosie and the other five selected "good hands", as well as a dozen or so unlucky eggs, did not eat fragrant rice, but were only divided into a bowl of wheat kernel porridge, and the thin ones could be seen.

"Phew, if you haven't been beaten to death like this, you'll starve to death first. One of the Otmirs complained loudly, he, like Rosie, was one of the five people who were favored, the Otmirs were not tall, but they lived in the mountains and lived a relatively primitive life, which made them have a very strong body and a rich sense of battle. He glanced at Rosie, who was lying on the bed rubbing her muscles by several slave girls, and asked, "What do you say, boy?"

Rosie tilted his head to look at him, "I don't know what you want to do, if it's cooperation, count me in." ”

The training camp was not a crucifixion camp, and the rich and noble sent slaves to learn from the gladiators' experience, not to die, so the conditions here were not very difficult. The injured has been treated by the priest, and when you are tired, there is a female slave massage to relax your muscles, even if you want to vent, you can pull a female slave to find a place where no one is happy and happy.

The female slaves around Rossi were all arranged by Provence, seventeen or eighteen years old, the same age as officially flowers, but unfortunately for various reasons, they became slaves.

Slavery was completely accepted on this strange continent, and even some slaves did not feel that there was anything wrong with being slaves, only that the gods of fate did not favor them. This inexplicable sense of identity makes Rosie very depressed and strange, how kind of nerve does it have to be to feel that it is fate to feel that becoming a slave?

Rosie was even more speechless about the gladiators who took the initiative to sign up to the training camp to become slaves.

The Otmir nodded, "Yes, you said a lot, we have to stick together, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with those doglegs." There was a little contempt in his expression, Rosie really didn't understand, everyone is a slave, why do you look down on another group of slaves, if you want to say dog legs, in fact, everyone is dog legs. It's just that the Otmirs are not very good at brains by nature, so Rossi didn't say anything.

The other Takir chimed in, "I agree, what about you?", and he looked at the other two.

Of the five, only Rosie and the other tall man were Gotbys, and the other three were of different races. The continent is home to hundreds of different races who worship countless gods.

The other two also nodded, they were all beaten down in the end of today's scuffle, these people are not real idiots, they all understand that if they can give their backs to the right people, then the pressure will be reduced a lot, and in the end, who is standing and who is lying down is still two words.

"Then it's settled, my name is Ofit, and you can call me Flying Ape. The Otmir pushed the slave girl away, patted his chest, and said loudly, "I am a very famous hunter!"

"My name is Canter, and my nickname is Chain. ”

"My name is Dieter, Iron Head. ”

"Yuslin, white hand. ”

Rosie shook his head slightly, "My name is Rosie, you can call me the Pope." ”

"Pope, what's that?", Offet was very curious, and the others were confused, Rossi's nickname was a bit strange compared to the nickname they knew at first sight.

Rossi himself was stunned, he didn't know that although there are many religions and beliefs in this world, there is no complete religious system. Because the gods are there, even ordinary mortals, as long as they offer their own sacrifices, they may be received by the gods who are so bored that they burst. In such an environment where you can directly talk to God, it is difficult for faith-based religion to develop. But again, in this world there is a religion-like thing that replaces the status of religion, called the Senate.

Every city has a senate, which is responsible for maintaining the relationship between ordinary people and the gods, as well as communicating with the gods. The most revered in the city, apart from the consuls, were the senators.

The senators are not an easy job, because the gods are always idle, they are immortal, and when they have nothing to do, they like to go around the cities under their jurisdiction. It is difficult for the senators to deceive their superiors and subordinates, so most of the senators are selected from among the very respected elders of the people, and the power of selection also comes from ordinary people, including commoners and citizens.

So as soon as Rossi's self-proclaimed title of Pope came out, everyone was baffled.

Rossi tilted his head and thought for a moment, "The Pope is the language of my homeland, representing the most devout believers. ”

"Then why not call it a fanatic?"

Rosie didn't know how to answer the question, so Chains answered for him, "Idiot, out of a hundred gladiators, at least thirty are called fanatics, thirty are called fanatics, and the last thirty are called fanaticists. I think the nickname Pope is good and unique. ”

Although this statement is an exaggeration, it is also true.