Chambord Islands, Slave Arena.

It was a place for the rich and nobles to have fun, but it was also a nightmare for the slaves.

They were sold here by slave traders to participate in inhumane death fights.

The loser will be torn apart by the beast, and the winner will have to wait for the next gladiatorial fight to take place before becoming the loser.

Such was the fate of slaves.

Beneath the shouts, the money, the laughter, the flowers, all that flowed was puddles of rancid, sticky blood......

……

"Audience~~ friends! Are you ready? ”

In the arena, the veteran host stood in the stands and skillfully mobilized the atmosphere of the scene.

"Today's game is still explained by your old friend, that is, me!"

"Oooo

“……”

The audience responded to the host's call, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly high for a while.

"Next, it's the usual pre-game warm-up part!"

The host waved his hand and signaled to the staff in the venue.

Click-la-la-la-la......

As a strong man slowly pulled the chain, the iron gate on the side of the arena was opened, and more than a dozen figures came out of it.

Most of them looked tired, staggered even when they walked, and their mental state was extremely poor.

This is also inevitable.

After all, this group of people all had an "explosive collar" around their necks, and they had even rubbed their skin into a bloody blur.

The so-called "slave collar" is a special slave shackle in which a bomb is installed, and if an escape or disobedience is detected, the slave traders will directly make the person's head bloom.

Under such confinement, even if they were afraid, the slaves had to step into this mortal arena and become the laughing stock of the spectators.

……

"Ahh

The host let out a strange laugh, ignoring the horrific eyes of the slaves, and snapped his fingers at the iron door on the other side.

"So, let's welcome today's first 'hunter' with the warmest applause!"

"Oh oh oh!"

"It's coming, it's coming!"

“……”

In the midst of the wave after wave of cheers, the iron fence on the other side was opened.

A huge black shadow slowly walked out of it, accompanied by a low roar, and the air was filled with a scalp-tingling smell of blood.

Dragged by a large number of heavy chains, a huge tiger was dragged into the market by several strong men.

It is extremely large, more than ten meters high, and its body length is nearly twenty meters.

Saliva drips from his teeth, and even sticky blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the beast from the New World, the Baduwin Tiger!"

As mentioned before.

All trade, as long as it is profitable, then there will always be someone who will do it.

The capture of beasts from the New World, as dangerous as it is, is far less than the huge profit it brings!

"Roar!"

The Baduwenhu erupted into a deafening roar, causing the crowd to shout more and more enthusiastically.

……

"It's over......"

In the group of slaves, a fat uncle in a tattered suit was covering his head, curling up as much as he could, shivering.

"Damn pirates, robbed me of my goods, that's all my wealth!"

"Why did I go bankrupt......"

"Factories, houses, and boats are all gone, and in the end I have to come here to pay off my debts......"

The fat uncle muttered, even a little crying.

"I'm dead, I'm dead......"

“……”

The same was true of the other slaves.

They were either ordinary people who were bankrupt and in distress, or they were caught by pirates or slave traders and sold here.

In other words, the vast majority of this group of people are powerless!

Even if you can fight against, such as those hapless pirates or caravan guards, don't forget one thing.

This group of people can be captured by slave traders, how can they have the strength to deal with the beasts from the new world?

So, they're about dead, and they're looking ugly.

There will be no struggle, and there will be no so-called "ornamentation".

But the audience still likes it.

This group of people paid a lot of money to watch the game, not to enjoy the "fight", but simply to "vent"!

You have to see others suffer, you have to see others die!

Only in this way can we exchange for a little joy in this chaotic era......

……

Almost all the slaves were shivering, huddled in front of the iron fence, not daring to enter.

It is precisely because of this that the strange "someone" in it is so conspicuous.

It was a man in a long coat.

He was tall and burly, with no slave collar around his neck, and his expression was excited and curious, and he was looking around.

This kind of person is certainly not uncommon.

It was about a stunned young man who was in a hurry to become famous, who was coaxed to death by the officials of the arena.

……

"Okay, long waiting!"

The guards all withdrew, leaving only the Baduwin Tigers and the slaves.

With the host's order, the guards on the high platform untied the chains that bound the Baduwen Tiger.

Click-la-la-la......

In an instant, Badu Wenhu twisted his body, twisted his huge body, directly tore open the other iron chains on his body, and then opened his mouth violently.

Click!

All of a sudden, even the shackles that had restrained its bloody maw were screwed.

Baduwenhu's eyes widened, feeling the hunger in his belly, searching for his food.

Got it!

He fixed his gaze on the group of slaves, his eyes fierce.

The front paws ploughed the ground and let out a low roar, ready to attack, ready to attack!

……

“……”

The slaves were silent, and the pressure enveloped everyone.

I don't know who it was, but suddenly shouted: "Run!" ”

In an instant, the Baduwen Tiger and the slaves moved at the same time.

The former rushed forward at a rapid pace, while the latter began to flee in all directions.

But in a huge arena, no matter how fast you run, where can you run?

The scene gradually descended into chaos.

Seeing this, the atmosphere in the audience became more and more enthusiastic, and the host also shouted:

"Now let's guess, after ten minutes, how many people will be alive on the field?"

"Viewers who want to place bets, you can get started!"

“……”

……

Swish!

The Baduwen Tiger slammed into the ground with a claw blow.

The ground instantly sunk into a large crater.

The two slaves were on the edge of the pit, and the claws of the Baduwein Tiger were close to touching them.

"Good...... Good ......"

"Don't be stunned, run!"

The two slaves ran away as soon as the Baduwenhu began to chase the others again.

The target it locked on this time was the fat uncle who talked the most before.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Baduwenhu's claws fell one after another, but they were barely dodged by the fat uncle.

"Whew, whew, I'm dying......"

The fat uncle's physical strength gradually bottomed out, and at the same time he was praying, "That tiger hasn't hit me yet, I may still have a chance to ......"

"Haha!"

A hearty laugh came to mind, interrupting the fat uncle's thoughts.

He looked to the side as he ran, and saw the particularly conspicuous figure.

The man turned his head and beckoned to the fat uncle, "Hello, I'm Evan Lindsay." ”

The fat uncle hurriedly said, "Hello, I'm ...... Wrong! ”

The fat uncle reacted and yelled, "Is it time to introduce yourself?" Hurry up and run for your life! ”

"Ah, it's not practical."

While jogging, Lindsay pointed to the two of them who were reaching out to chase after Baduwenhu, and explained:

"It's in the nature of a feline to play with its prey, it could have killed everyone a long time ago, and now it's just playing."

"Don't talk about such a terrible thing with a relaxed face!"

The fat uncle was almost breaking down.

He was already in extreme fear, but the words of the man next to him always made him nervous.

He didn't want to die with such an inexplicable man at the end of his life!

But while the two were talking, Baduwenhu seemed to be finally tired of playing.

He accelerated suddenly, raising his claws to slap the fat uncle to death.

At this critical moment, Lindsay grabbed the fat uncle's collar and continued to run all the way with the other party.

Looking at the fat uncle's bloodless face, Lindsay couldn't help laughing and said, "Haha, don't be nervous, play for a while!" ”

Fat Uncle: "......"

……

Klockdahl: "......"

Klockdahl: "Get all my money out." ”

The arena owner on the side was suddenly shocked, followed Crocodall's line of sight, saw Evan Lindsay, and immediately wondered: "You want to put all the money on that person?" ”

"Yes...... Wrong. ”

Klockdahl thought for a moment, then shook his head decisively and said, "Withdraw them all, and I'll find a way." ”

"This ......"

The Arena Owner was a little hesitant, after all, it was a big win-win deal.

But in the face of Klockdahl's gradually elementalized body, the boss could only agree to it.

Klockdahl arranged the funds, then got up and walked away without stopping for the slightest.

He's going to the port to prepare the evacuated ships.

Why?

Because he had a hunch.

Evan Lindsay, a primitive person, is having a lot of fun now, and the chaos that will make a while is estimated to be big!