Chapter 218: Prison Beast Fight
Chapter 218: Prison Beast Fighting
"Good!"
The bloody fighting arena, stained with scarlet blood, dotted the largest fighting arena in Dongyu Country, where slaves captured on the battlefield were shackled and put in iron cages, waiting to be sold and killed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Just now, a middle-aged man was fighting to the death with a scarred slave, and a spear pierced the slave's chest, which immediately attracted a large number of cheers.
There is not the slightest sympathy for these slaves, who are no different from wild beasts in the eyes of the people, who have killed their fathers and taken their wives and daughters captive, and they can not be hated.
The Colosseum takes advantage of this psychology of the people, and every day there are a large number of people here to trade, or fight here, and exercise life and death.
These people paid money, they could fight these slaves freely, and if they killed, they would get a lot of revenge, but if the slave did not control his strength and killed the person, then the slave would be severely punished.
"The next game will be even more exciting, our beast 'Iron Armor' has won nine consecutive victories so far, and it only takes one game to win ten in a row, so let's see which one is the strong man who challenges the Iron Armor?"
The management of the Colosseum shouted loudly, which attracted a lot of attention.
Let's see, whether it is the iron armor that continues to write ten consecutive victories, or whether the royal tomb breaks the miracle in one fell swoop, everyone is waiting for it!"
"Let's invite today's two protagonists to appear!"
A middle-aged man with a steel knife in his hand suddenly jumped to the stands in the center of the Colosseum, and his expression was full of confidence.
However, more people turned their eyes to the huge iron cage, covered with red cloth, and everyone could not see the beast inside, only the clanging of the chains in the iron cage, and the roar of a man and a beast coming from inside.
In the expectation of everyone, the red cloth was lifted by the management of the Colosseum, and suddenly the roar of the solemn beast became louder and deafening.
The whip in the hands of the administrator with the sound of the whistling wind "snapped" and slammed the slave named "Iron Armor", but in their eyes, this is a beast.
He wore a cold bronze mask on his head, not tied with ropes, and from the only two holes that showed his eyes, he could see the scars left by the burns around him, and it was obvious that this bronze mask was imprinted on the flesh and blood in a state of burning red.
The slave was on his hands and feet, and his limbs moved forward like a wild beast, with only his tattered clothes and dim signs of a man.
The beast's eyes showed a fierce light, staring at these people in front of him, eager to tear them all apart, but when he saw the leather whip in the manager's hand, there was a touch of fear in his eyes, and he pounced on Wang Ling behind the enemy.
This slave's moves are like a beast, but occasionally some human actions will be revealed, culling it, it is a fatal attack, Wang Ling did not pay attention for a while, and was immediately pounced, in the face of this slave's murderous revenge, Wang Ling shouted for help.
The manager immediately rushed forward, waved the leather whip in his hand, and beat this hard-working body mercilessly, and before it fell, there would be a layer of skin and flesh on the slave's body, but the slave continued to bite the man in front of him.
The culling, the bite, the claw marks, these acts that belong entirely to the beast, this moment is fully revealed in this slave.
"Smack!"
The clear sound of whipping echoed in everyone's ears, but the beast just didn't let go, his mouth bit Wang Ling's throat and tore it, and after a while, Wang Ling lost his breath, his head and body were completely separated, and there were still large pieces of flesh and blood in the slave's mouth, and blood flowed from his mouth to the ground.
"My name is Liu Cheng, I'm not a beast!" the hoarse roar came out of this scarred throat intermittently, and it was heart-wrenching to hear.
"Your Majesty! This is a general under Zhao Haochen's command, you see that the person who is being trained by us is not obedient yet. An old man in a brocade robe said flatteringly to a young man in brocade clothes.
This young man is naturally Murong Xun, the emperor of Dongyu Kingdom.
"Not bad, not bad!" Zhao Haochen looked at the beaten beast with a happy face, and at this moment curled up in the corner motionless.
Immediately, his gaze became gloomy, and he said with some pity: "It's a pity that Zhao Haochen was taken away by the Holy King Palace, otherwise let him taste this kind of tame and beast, it would be perfect!"
The old man trembled and didn't dare to speak, that is the generalissimo who has made a great fortune, you are ......
Although this old man was very surprised by His Majesty's actions of this emperor, he had to admit that he was ruthless, he really didn't dare to say anything, otherwise this man would be angry, maybe he would become a beast in this cage, this kind of taste, I tremble all over my body when I think about it.
"What are you afraid of, am I so terrible?" Murong Xun felt the old man's horror and couldn't help asking.
"The slave doesn't dare!" the old man hurriedly knelt on the ground and kept begging for mercy.
"Okay, get up!" Murong Xun said indifferently.
Watching a fight in the Colosseum, Murong Xun's heart was indescribably happy, although he couldn't see Zhao Haochen being subjected to all kinds of cruel criminal laws, but his subordinates were like this, it could be regarded as a little relieved.
Back in the palace, Murong Xun came to the wine pond meat forest again, naked, playing happily with a group of maids.
"Report! Tell Your Majesty, Eight Hundred Miles from the South!" A guard came in and knelt at the door, his head lowered, and he didn't dare to look at the scene inside, only a pair of hands raised high in his hand to report the emergency.
"Huh?" The little emperor Murong Xun's eyes flashed with anger, and he asked coldly: "You dare to break in without permission, what a big boldness!"
"Your Majesty's mercy! Your Majesty's mercy!" the constant cry for mercy rang out from the guard's mouth.
Murong Xun's voice was still cold, and he saw four guards walking in, but Murong Xun frowned again, his face full of displeasure, "How can you see my dragon body!"
"The four of you will automatically go to the cleansing room, and when you are done, pull this person out of eight pieces for me!"
These people all trembled in their hearts, their hearts were full of bitterness, but they shouted thank you repeatedly.
Murong Xun didn't know that the weight of this urgent report, Zhao Haochen's army had already rushed over, pointing directly at Huajing City!