War in Heaven

The breath of death and fear permeated the Alexander Arena, and even the cheers of the audience were much smaller.

"Ah, ah..."

The gladiators who were thrown into the arena fled, and the warriors who were not afraid of death in peacetime were judged as two. These muscular and strong men, at this time, are like frightened sheep, and even have no war.

In the ordinary game, the coward was hacked to death by the guards on the outside of the arena. But now, no one pays attention to these gladiators, and all the spectators and soldiers' eyes are focused on the knights in the middle of the arena.

Qi Gefei, wearing a black armor, covered a half-face with a dragon-shaped black helmet, revealing only a rigid chin. He held a big sword in his hand, and the blade was covered with a layer of pale blue light, as if there was some kind of magic.

The guy didn't even have to move, just standing on the horse and riding it, it gave an incredible sense of oppression, making it completely impossible to look away.

- He is the embodiment of "death."

Even if he is dead, he is still invincible, and his existence seems to be bringing death to others. Even more bizarre is that this murderous arena champion seems to hold a little guilt.

The long-lost lips under the helmet move slightly, giving a faint sound:

"Sorry."

Then he waved the silver sword on his hand and cut down the gladiators who were running away.

A knife-shaped cyan cold light swept out from the big sword. It only disappeared in less than two seconds. The gladiators on the side of the field suddenly stopped in the same place, and the upper body slowly slipped from the fracture of the waist. Intestines and The internal organs slammed into the ground.

Seeing the **** and crazy scene, the audience was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly burst into a cheering cheer.

"The invincible dragonslayer Zigefei once again won the victory!" The host shouted excitedly, as if he had forgotten his own work of commentary: "Look, he is so handsome! It is power and beauty." The perfect combination, the beauty of the heavens!"

The eyes of everyone in the arena are focused on the knight standing in the field. Behind the wooden fence door at the side door of the arena, several gladiators wearing leather armor, also seeing the competition through the gap. The slaughter on the field showed a look of horror on his face:

"Fortunately, I didn't play today, otherwise I was afraid that I would reimburse it..." A big man with a bruise and a bruise touched his chest, and his eyes stared at the black knight standing on the field.

"Haha, maybe you will meet the ‘Hun,’ and the madman is much more than the Zigger!” A gladiator next to him laughed.

"Nothing, I heard that the Huns were borrowed from the Caesar Arena next door." Another gladiator whispered.

While these rude and violent men were chatting, a young man who was still sleeping on a wooden chair slowly opened his eyes and focused his attention on the knight in the center of the field. Some confused. eye:

"Have I seen him in any mobile game?"

"What do you say?" The gladiator next to him frowned at the incomprehensible words.

"It's okay, I just think this product is a bit familiar. I seem to have seen him more than once. And it's all bad memories." The young man wearing a light leather armor explained casually.

At this point, his face was confused with a confused expression. Noting the new face that I had never seen before, the other gladiators who were already paying attention to Qi Gefei looked back at him. One of them asked: "Friend, what is your new name? What is the name?" ”

"Tell me the ‘gatekeeper’.” The man said a pseudonym that was clearly a code name.

"Haha, can you really be able to fight if you are so thin? Shouldn't it be a slave who was thrown into the field?" A dark-skinned man sneered at him: "Are you really a gladiator, a devil?"

The goalkeeper ignored the other party's provocation, but continued to focus on the black armor. Two seconds later, a line of scarlet words appeared in the line of sight:

"The Dragon Slayer" Zi Gefei, the heroic NPC (the leader level), can not be recruited.

Seeing this familiar name, the goalkeeper seems to recall the painful experience of playing a mobile game before, gnashing his teeth and making angry voices: "I rely on it, it turns out to be you..."

With the exit of Ziegfei, the audience began to disperse quickly. The original arena was full of people, and it took less than five minutes to have no one.

"Where are they going?" the gatekeeper asked.

"Ha." The big man standing in front of the door answered the question of "newcomer": "Should you go to the Caesar Arena to see the Huns?"

......

At the same time, Lin Chi, who was also locked in the cage at the side of the field, also noticed that the audience on the side of the field began to increase.

The chickens in the arena are still going on each other. At present, the gladiators who are playing in the field seem to be very weak, and they are not as strong as the instructors say. Even they can easily get the weapons.

The audience is obviously not coming to watch this level of competition, so say...

- Is there a real powerhouse to debut?

Lin Chizheng thought about it and saw several soldiers walking quickly, standing next to the instructor and saying something to the instructor.

When I heard the other person's words, the instructors who were still very calm suddenly shouted out: "No! They haven't trained yet, this is not a game at all!"

"The gladiator who is scheduled to go to the scene has committed suicide. He can only temporarily send people to the top!" The soldier who spoke also raised his voice: "Do you want them to play, or do you go to die?"

"..."

The instructor bowed his head and whispered a few words until the soldiers left, and then turned to the front of the slave gladiator's cage and shouted: "Get up, don't sleep!"

"What's wrong?" Lin Chi asked: "Do you need us to play?"

Although he only heard a part of the dialogue, he already understood the current situation. Unsurprisingly, the instructor nodded his face and said loudly:

"There is no time for training. Now the official is determined to send you to play, so there is no way..."

"Ah?" The newly-sucked hemp man snorted, and the skinny face showed a wretched smile: "But we won't fight at all, and the distinguished audience won't love watching this game."

"No, this time is a special player." The instructor shook his head in a dignified manner: "The audience did not come to see you at all. They just wanted to see special players killing..."

When his words were not finished, they were covered by the voice of the host. In the quiet arena, they finally started to be lively:

“Everyone, the finale of the Caesars Arena night started! This time we invited one of the most popular players in the arena, the Huns! Please also experience it yourself!”

The audience continued to enter the stadium to fill the vacant position in the audience. The sturdy metal gate on the east side of the arena began to open slowly.

The door just opened a slit, and Lin Chi, who was on the other side of the field, smelled an indescribable rancid smell that almost prevented him from breathing.

The rancid taste is like an ancient tomb that has been soaked in water and can only be described as "disgusting." The audience sitting on it covered their mouth and nose with a red scarf, and the scarf seemed to be the official offering of the arena.

"Hey, everyone is better to hurry up and hold the nose, but the Huns have smoked the audience!" The voice of the host was a bit fuzzy, and it seemed to hold his nose and mouth.

There is a strong shadow behind the open door. Lin Chi hasn't seen what the "Hun" looks like. The red text of the character has appeared in the line of sight:

"Right King", heroic NPC (header level), can not be recruited.