Lin Chi knew that in the Xiongnu regime, in addition to the "Shanyu" who was the ruler, the four highest-ranking nobles were called "Four Corners".

The "Book of the Later Han Dynasty - Biography of the Southern Xiongnu" is clearly recorded: "The noble ministers are the King of Left Xian, the King of Left Guli, the King of Right Xian, and the King of Right Guli, which is called the Four Corners.

The Huns regarded the left as the most respectful person, and there was always a saying that the left was superior to the right was inferior, so the status of the Left King was actually far higher than that of the Right King, and the commanded people and territory would be greater.

But even so, Lin Chi did not dare to take it lightly. After all, he knew very well that he was not facing the right wise king of human beings, but the walking zombie resurrected by the "God of Death"!

Dong.

The heavy footsteps sounded from the shadow behind the iron gate, and the rotten smell in the air became more and more intense, but even if the smell was disgusting, the crowd in the audience had no intention of leaving the venue. They just stared at the metal gate with anticipation, waiting for the appearance of the Right Xianwang.

Then, a tall figure as tall as an iron tower slowly emerged from the shadow. At the moment when the Right Sage King appeared, all the audiences in the front two rows of the arena began to vomit.

He was a giant man three meters tall. If he stood up straight, he was at least six meters tall. However, the guy's back was almost bent into a U-shaped shape, and his spine behind him was protruding, as if a huge "bone spur" had grown. His ugly and deformed head stretched forward, looking much more flexible than a normal person, and could even be twisted 180 degrees directly.

The Right Xianwang was wearing a brown fur coat, revealing the metal breastplate covered with spikes on his chest. Although most parts of his body were covered by gray metal armor, the indescribable stench still floated out from now on his head and hands that were not covered by armor, and then the night wind continued to spread around.

"Damn, these enemies are all smoky to death, right?" Lin Chi complained with a cover of his face.

The locations of these slave gladiators are closest to "The Right King". The terrifying stench emitted by the other party was the first to be affected by the slave gladiators, and the first group to "enjoy" that smell.

For Lin Chi, who is a player, the odor in the game has been weakened a lot, but the other slaves next to him are different.

——At this time, except for the Ma Gan Man who could barely stand, most of the other slaves next to him knelt on the ground and vomited wildly, and a few of them were even fainted from the smoke.

"This is simply deadly..."

Although he took out a red cloth to cover his mouth and nose, the instructor standing next to the cage was still so frightened that he couldn't open his eyes. He staggered to the cage where Lin Chi was and said, "Your opponent... is him..."

"This is impossible to fight at all." Lin Chi shook his head, resisted the urge to vomit, and turned his eyes to the Right Xianwang who had just walked into the arena.

He knew very well that unless he had equipment such as gas masks, he would have no chance of winning against this stenched corpse!

"The gladiators against the Huns will be equipped with special masks, and the soldiers will send them to you later." The instructor said as he covered his nose and stumbled towards the side door behind and planned to run away: "I'll leave it to you next!"

"I want to know, how should this guy fight?" Lin Chi stared at the big head of the Right Xianwang.

The guy's head seemed to have a honeycomb on his head. The skin on his bare head had already ulcerated, and there was no flat area. The skin on his face had even fallen a lot, revealing the rotten muscles and thick white bones below.

At the eye socket, two turbid red eyeballs were constantly rotating. The Right Xianwang opened his big mouth with several teeth and stretched out his rotten right hand and waved it to the audience. A rake sound came from the spine behind him.

"You...you...good..." He stuttered in a hoarse voice, a green gas floated out of his mouth.

"Can you stop talking? The audience can't stand it anymore!" The host coughed and complained, obviously he was as smoldered as others.

Hearing this, the Right Xianwang raised his head and looked at the audience who were vomiting neatly in the front row. A strange light flashed in the dark red pupils of the rotten corpse, and the voice became much lower:

"Another nonsense... I'll peel your skin... to wipe your butt."

"Does the undead still need to go to the toilet?" Lin Chi couldn't help but complain.

"This guy's head is a weakness, you need to find a way to attack his head." The instructor held the wall with his right hand and said with difficulty: "Find a way to kill him! Otherwise, if he appears again in the future, we will all be killed here..."

After speaking, the instructor, who had been so smoldered that he had begun to cry, left the arena with difficulty.

While the instructor left, the two teams of soldiers wearing airtight silver heavy helmets walked to the front of the cage, opened the iron lock outside the cage door, pulled the slaves out roughly, and then opened the shackles on their hands.

"Wear this." The soldiers threw down a mask made of black iron at the feet of the slave, and then quickly turned around and left before they were suffocated to death.

The mask only reveals two round holes in both eyes, and the back is fixed to the back of the head with a rope, which looks like the standard equipment for the perverted murderer in horror movies.

As soon as Lin Chi put on his mask, he immediately breathed the fresh air that had been missing for a long time, with a little grass and a smell of soil.

The soil hidden inside the mask obscures the "poison gas" released by the Right Xianwang, which is equivalent to a simple ancient gas mask. After wearing the mask, Lin Chi can finally breathe normally.

Unfortunately, the unreliable "comrades" around him had already lost their combat effectiveness before putting on masks, and they all looked very weak. It seemed that they would not have lived long.

Several short-handled swords were thrown down from above and landed on the sand beside the slaves. Seeing that the others were finished, Lin Chi picked up two short swords and directly contacted the Titan Grass skill of level 4, and his strength and agility were immediately increased by four points.

"call……"

He tried to wave the two light weapons in his hand, and it felt quite easy. With the bonus of the Titan Gravity skill, his strength has reached 19 points and his agility is 17 points, and he can finally barely fight.

However, it is obvious that it is a lot of danger to challenge the Right Xian King alone...

Lin Chi was thinking about the way to fight, and then he heard the host start explaining again:

"The 'Huns' from Alexander Arena is our guest tonight! This gladiator is famous for his super power and extremely stench! His killing methods are extremely cruel, which makes everyone frightened. And tonight the gladiator who will fight the 'Huns' is the slave fighter who does not even have armor on the sidelines!"

"Can these slaves who desire freedom kill the 'Huns' and complete an impossible reversal? Let's wait and see! Then now, the game begins!"
Chapter completed!