The sun began to set towards the other side of the arena, and with the bloody game over, the unsatisfactory crowd in the audience finally began to leave.

The stupid but crazy guy was tied up by the soldiers with iron chains and used a total of six people to drag him down. As for the slaves who were locked in the cage on the sidelines, they were treated the same.

Under Lin Chi's gaze, several soldiers wearing silver armor and red cloaks walked up and opened the slaves' cage. On the young faces exposed under the light helmets, there was an undisguised expression of contempt:

"Get out! Trash."

Lin Chi thought that the other slaves around him would show even a little backbone, but he was disappointed to find that everyone else was very obedient and stood in front of the fully armed soldiers. He even stretched out his hands to the soldiers, waiting for the moment he was handcuffed.

"come out!"

The soldier in front kicked Lin Chi's cage, and the harsh noise made interrupted Lin Chi's thoughts.

Lin Chi looked up at the soldier's sword hanging around his waist and the flashy light armor on his body. He was sure that before he was handcuffed, he could directly snatch the short sword and kill this person in seconds, and maybe he could kill several nearby soldiers.

However, even if these people can be killed, the few heavily armored soldiers who are in charge of guarding the other side of the arena will be difficult for me who lack equipment to deal with.

More importantly, Lin Chi wanted to know what his identity is now and to find out where the equipment was.

——If you are really a low-class slave as the thin man said, the equipment you brought into this game may still be with the slave owner.

So now, I can only temporarily "bear humiliation and bear the burden".

Lin Chi slowly stretched out his hands, looked at the metal shackles burned by the sunlight, clamping his wrists. Then, under the escort of the soldiers, he walked towards the side door of the arena with the other slaves next to him.

The slaves walked down several steps and entered the wet and cold area under the arena. It was a basement with iron chains hanging on it, with yellow weeds on the ground, and the tiny screams of mice could be heard in the room.

The room was filled with a rotten smell, smelling like there were a few dead bodies hidden. Lin Chi and several other slaves had just stood firm when they saw a strong man in a red linen robe walking out.

This strong man with a flat head seemed to be quite old, his temples were already gray, and a long knife mark on his left cheek was particularly eye-catching. There were silver lion patterns sewn on his robe, so he should have a good status when dressed up.

"The man has been brought." The captain of the soldier walking in front bent down slightly and greeted the flat-headed man.

"Okay, you can leave!" The man waved impatiently.

This man's voice is very rough and does not sound completely in line with his identity. Rather than saying that this guy is a slave owner, it is more like...

Lin Chi just thought of this, and the red text appeared around the man confirmed his guess:

Gladiator instructor Clodias, a hero-level NPC, cannot be recruited.

"Look up, you trash, I'm not here to see you eat for nothing!" the instructor yelled.

"But I can't fight at all." The "maroka" who was talking to Lin Chi just now stared at her swollen eyes, and a slutty smile appeared on her face covered in spots: "I'm just here to make a living..."

Before he could finish his words, the flat-headed man suddenly shouted loudly, scaring the man so much that he shivered:

"shut up!"

A few blue veins appeared in the corner of the instructor's eyes, and the voice sounded even more terrifying than the madman who killed someone on the field just now: "Remember, you are the ones who are personally selected from slaves and are qualified to be gladiators! As long as you win five consecutive games in this arena, you can regain your freedom! Now, tell me, do you want to spend your life as a civilian, or go back and continue to be slaves?"

"I want to continue being a slave...at least survive." A bald slave behind muttered in a low voice.

Although the other slaves didn't say anything, Lin Chi could see that these people agreed with the opinions of the slaves who were just talking. There was an awkward silence floating in the underground training room.

Before Lin Chi could speak, the instructor spoke again, looking as if he was disappointed: "Do you wastes really have no desire for freedom? I used to be a slave gladiator, but I defeated the original champion of the arena with my own hands and fought for the glory of myself now! You guys..."

"Can you change another bedtime story next time? I've heard this story dozens of times!" The man from Ma Gan said with a smile, causing a burst of laughter from other slaves.

——Aren’t these guys afraid of death?

Lin Chi frowned and looked around, but found that although the slaves around him were still handcuffed, they had no awe of the instructors. This situation was completely inconsistent with his perception of this era.

If this place was really an arena in ancient Rome, if these slaves dared to mock the instructors in the arena, they would probably be chopped off their heads. But from the current state, it is the instructor who was defeated, and the slaves seemed to be the "uncle".

"All right……"

Seeing that all the slaves looked uncooperating, the instructor had no choice but to shake his head helplessly, and his voice showed a suppressed anger:

"Studying will start tomorrow, you'll have to rest today..."

After saying that, the instructor turned around and planned to leave the basement. At this moment, Lin Chi, who had been silent, suddenly spoke:

"Just win five games in a row, you can get freedom?"

As soon as these words came out, not only the slaves around him were silent, but the instructor also suddenly turned to look at him and asked loudly: "Yes, are you willing to train?"

"Actually, I don't need training. As long as I can get the original equipment, I can win every battle." Lin Chi said confidently.

"Come on, man..." "Ma Gan" standing beside him sarcastically: "You just want to get the broken bread back, right?"

Ignoring the laughter of the slaves beside him, Lin Chi stood in front of the instructor, looked at the other party's eyes seriously, and asked, "Where is my equipment?"

"Are you serious?" the instructor asked with a frown.

"I'm very serious. As long as I get the equipment, I can't make it happen immediately." Lin Chi nodded.

Seeing that the "slave" who was responsible for training was serious, the instructor who originally did not trust Lin Chi at all, he felt a little suspicious in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Come with me, I will test your ability with wooden weapons. As long as you can beat me, I will hand over your original equipment to you."

"No problem." Lin Chi nodded.

"In addition, don't think about escaping. Last month, a slave planned to run away with similar excuses. Now his body has sunk in the moat." The instructor added.

"I'm not that stupid." Lin Chi smiled.
Chapter completed!