This is the deepest basement of the Blood Arena, or dungeon.

There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and it turned out that the jailer had brought food.

This old man in the twilight of his temper is very bad,

He carried a bowl of stinking gruel, walked to the cage, threw the bowl directly on the haystack, and the porridge in it was all scattered, and then the old jailer scolded the prisoner in the cage:

"Lick it clean! Slave! ”

The people in the cage were indifferent, and they did not know whether they were dead or alive, and it was evident that the jailer did not care about it at all, and paced away humming a tune.

(Sad...... Sadly, the weak wield a knife and slash at the weaker, this is the cruel status quo at the bottom of the Solan Kingdom. ）

Andy Whitefield leaned against the cold, damp wall,

The glory is gone, and the gloom is coming,

Strong muscles are locked in heavy metal shackles,

Andy tried to escape, but with railings outside and guards with guns standing guard outside, it was useless to struggle.

Now he looks like a walking corpse, a gasping corpse.

The promise given to him by the master of the arena, Lord Batitas, seemed to still echo in his ears:

"Andy,

Are you a heinous murderer, a slave who wants to be free?

Then you'll have to fight for it in my arena!

Stain your championship trophy with the blood of a hundred slave gladiators! Another year of hard work to defend this trophy!

At that time, you will be a free man, and you will be free from your previous sins! ”

It was this promise that gave Andy hope to live,

With far beyond the ordinary fighting fu and the sweaty efforts on the training ground,

Andy Whitefield has done feats that no one else dared to imagine, and he did it twice in a row, and he is the reigning champion of the Blood Arena.

Finally, he got the ultimate reward -

That is, to be forgotten in the deepest dungeon of the arena and waiting to die,

As for freedom, that's just a shameless lie from slave owners.

In the darkness of the deep underground, the sound of the flow of groundwater, the sound of the city's sewer network, and the creeping of gutter rats crawling back and forth in the sewers can be clearly heard.

Andy really hopes that these rats can burrow into his cage through the cracks in the ground, so that they can open meat in addition to cold porridge and sour rice.

The second who was imprisoned,

The pesky old guy was finally replaced, and the jailer who brought him food was replaced by a talkative young man.

Andy pleaded:

"Thank you for the porridge, good Samaritan, please tell me one thing, the gladiator Jaws is my good friend, do you know which gladiator he was defeated by?"

"Jaws? Yours is the fat white man? ”

"yes, that's the guy."

"Oh, I know, he didn't compete, he was taken away by the Voodoo guys."

"Voodoo?"

Hearing the name of this cult that had harmed countless people, Andy stood up sharply and clenched the rusty railing.

The jailer was taken aback and took a step back:

"You...... What are you doing? ”

"Don't be afraid, brother, I can't get out again, please tell me the truth, I have a good relationship with that white fat man, and I want to know how he died."

"Hey, you're really asking the right person, I specifically inquired about this, the local voodoo priests bought slaves at a high price, how could our master, Lord Batitas, miss the opportunity to make money, he sold all the gladiators who had little combat power.

As for the usefulness, witchcraft requires sacrifices, and of course these poor creatures were dissected and sacrificed to the evil gods of the other world.

Ay...... It's really pitiful, these cultists are really not things, although the locals are dissatisfied with their atrocities, but these guys are favored by His Majesty the King, we all have to endure it, you are not angry! ”

The jailer scolded and left, Andy was stunned for a long time, and this night, he lost sleep.

Thirdly, Andy Whitefield began to hallucinate,

He found that he could no longer distinguish between reality and dreams, his spiritual world had collapsed, and the remaining consciousness was shuttling between time and space, which was both real and illusory.

One second he was still holding a sword, fighting with a strong enemy on the hot sand under the hot sun, and the next second he had fallen into the deepest hell, surrounded only by the smell of straw and his own feces.

(I'm crazy...... Andy thought.

(I can't go on like this, I have to get out no matter what, I can't just rot here and die...... ）

The fourth, who was locked in the dungeon, a ray of light appeared at the end of the stairs,

It wasn't the jailer who delivered the food, it was the owner of the arena, Lord Batitas, who was followed by four bodyguards with loaded guns, one of whom was carrying a kerosene lamp.

"! What a terrible place it smells like! The fat slave owner pinched his nose and grumbled.

Seeing the shivering man in the cage through the kerosene light, the slave owner put on a hypocritical smile:

"I miss you so much! Dear Champion Mr. Andy!

To cut a long story short, a foreign businessman came to me and asked you, the defending champion of the arena, to fight an underground black boxing match with his boxers.

This gringo has given me a whole box of gold coins to gamble, and if you help me win this bet, I'll give you half of the winnings, how about it?

Not only that, but it will also give you freedom, rest assured, this time it is absolutely true, hey, hey, look at your expression, don't believe it, I swear to the gods that this is the truth! ”

(You bastard liar!) Cao *#你*¥ Mom! If it weren't for the opportunity to make money, you wouldn't have gone down to the dungeon, and Lao Tzu wouldn't have believed your nonsense anymore! Andy cursed inwardly.

He's angry, but he's not stupid,

Verbal abuse can only earn a momentary refreshment, and he will do whatever it takes to get a chance to see again.

So, Andy suppressed his anger and said:

"Of course I agree with the game, master! I used to be the top heavyweight fighter in the underground black boxing, and I'm good at doing this!

In order to regain your favor, even if you ask me to challenge Empress Valsta, I am willing to do it! ”

The fat slave owner covered his big belly and laughed, and the fat on his cheeks trembled:

"Haha, don't be so, I'm not that cruel,

You don't need to challenge the terrible demigod empress, you just have to face the mortals, how about it, are you confident of winning, the foreign merchant has blown his fist on it. ”

"See this fist? No matter how tough the guy, I promise to take it down!

Swallow your heart in your belly, dear master, and I will win the bet for you. ”

"Your consciousness is very good, and you deserve to be my champion."

Master Batitas turned around and said:

"What are you waiting for, bodyguard, take out the key, open the lock, welcome our champion out, delicious food and drink are waiting!"