slave!

What a harsh word, Maximus didn't expect that he would be sold as a slave for one day, but these were nothing more important. He was alone and nothing more important now. In his heart, there was no slight turmoil because of such a drastic change in his identity from a general to a slave.

After the slave caravan handed over these slaves to the slave market, Maximus sat alone in a relatively back position among the pile of slaves, leaning against a small pillar as thick as an arm supporting the dilapidated shed, lowering his head and silently.

The feeling of weakness in his body, coupled with the sad death, made Maximus look not angry at all, like a walking corpse.

At this time, an old man who wrapped his head in a long black cloth, wore a robe and a gray beard, looked like a client brought by a slave merchant, came to their group of slaves under the guidance of the slave boss.

"Does anyone know how to fight? I have a game recently!" the old man said.

"Prosimo, my old friend, although you need someone who is good at fighting, you should also need some people who die!" As a businessman, selling your own products is a must-have skill.

The old man named Prosimo ignored the slave merchant who could speak. He was a vicious businessman with rich experience and had his own standards for judgment.

After a while, he picked six slaves, including Maximus, negotiated the price with the slave merchants, put them in a cage, and pulled them back to a huge courtyard with a carriage, which was Prosimo's home.

Oh, I forgot to say that he relied on training gladiators to let his own gladiators fight with other gladiators to make profits. He is the slave owner of gladiators.

Maximus was driven out of the car, followed the slaves with a numb expression, standing in a row with them without any focus, allowing some servants in robes to sprinkle white powder on his naked chest and back. But he looked at Prosimo's mouth one by one, without listening to a word he said.

"I am Prosimo, and the next few days will be your most miserable days. In the last few days before the end, I will be very close to you, even better than the mothers who brought you this damn world. However, I am not a good person to buy you for your company. I am not a good person. I will make a profit from your death. When your life begins, with your mother by your side, and when the end, I will be by your side. When the fate of death comes, you will be sublimated by the cheers of people!"

Speaking of this, Prosimo applauded gently, lowered his head slightly, and said, "Gladiators, I salute you!".

Prosimo's words illustrate their upcoming fate and become a gladiator.

In Rome, gladiators can indeed become admirers of all audiences and everyone in the arena, and they are the heroes in the arena.

Although they are basically slaves, they still have another identity in the arena, that is, gladiators, heroes!

Some people even said that what maintains the lifeline of Rome is not the marble of the Senate, nor the long sword in Caesar's hand, but the yellow sand in the arena!

Gladiators in the arena are the easiest people to reap the worship of the people!

Gladiator!

Some slaves had an amazing heat in their eyes. They were not scary when facing such a fate, but were slightly excited. Yes, they wanted to be the hero on the arena that all the audience cheered, frantically, and worshiped!

Maximus didn't fluctuate at all.

Hero? So what?

Wasn't he the hero in the eyes of the soldiers before?

But what did he get?

My family was destroyed? My brother died tragically?

Haha, hero...

Maximus's chapped lips moved slightly, and he bent a sarcastic curve.

"Stop him!"

"Quick! Someone broke in!"

"quick!"

At this moment, the door of the yard became chaotic. The slaves who were listening to Prosimo looked over in confusion. I wonder who had the courage to break into the home of a gladiator slave owner.

I saw the visitor wearing a brown robe with arms exposed, his figure was slender and powerful like a black panther, exuding a faint sense of threat. Under his short black hair, there were a pair of dark eyes as dark as a pool. At this time, the black eyes were looking at them, the slaves.

No, to be precise, it was one of them.

"Uncle!" Maximus squeezed out a word that only he could hear in his hoarse throat. His numb eyes looked surprised and a burst of vitality quietly surged, making him, who was like a walking dead last moment, "live".

The intrusion at the end of the season was like a drop of water dripping into a oil pan, arousing a fierce reaction.

Near the door, more than a dozen gladiators who were training and several guards hired by Prosimo surrounded the late Ji who was breaking in.

After scanning his eyes at his own people, Ji Mo's eyes did not fluctuate at all. During training, in order to prevent the gladiators from defending, the gladiators only held wooden short swords. As for those guards, except for several guards coming to watch the fun, most of the guards were still standing there.

In their opinion, a person, those who are trained specifically for gladiators, who are more terrifying than them, are enough to teach people a lesson in the future and even the fuck can't even recognize him.

However, for the end of the season, this is really not a problem.

The steps did not stop at all, as if the gladiators in front of him were air.

This attitude immediately aroused the fierce aura of the gladiators, and immediately waved the wooden weapons in his hands and attacked Ji Mi.

Facing the wooden short sword falling toward his chest, Ji Mo slightly sided, stretched out his hand, pinched the blade, and punched a gladiator in the chest, causing him to retreat, and snatch the opponent's weapon.

The next second, the short sword in his hand hit another gladiator hard, causing the wooden short sword to break directly, and the attacked gladiator was thrown away directly.

Step by step, the gladiators fell down one by one, pressing their chests.

When he walked less than thirty meters at the end of the season, the dozen or so gladiators who surrounded him were all moaning in pain and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, all the gladiators and guards grew up in surprise and looked at the man who had inexplicably broke in, but then they became angry because of Ji Du's attitude.

However, when they just moved their steps, the owner of the place, Prosimo, whose inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, glanced at Maxim, whose body began to tremble slightly, then raised his hand and said, "Stop!".
Chapter completed!