slave!
What a harsh word, Maximus never thought that he would be sold as a slave one day, but none of that mattered anymore. He was alone, and nothing mattered now. In his heart, there was no reason at all because he had never been a slave. From a general to a slave, such a drastic change in identity caused a stir. ??
After the slave caravan delivered these slaves to the slave market, Maximus sat alone in a relatively back position among a group of slaves, leaning on a small pillar as thick as an arm that supported the dilapidated shed, with his head lowered. Indifferent and silent.
The feeling of weakness in his body, coupled with the sadness and death of his heart, made Maximus look lifeless, like a walking corpse.
At this time, an old man with his head wrapped in a long black cloth, wearing a robe and a gray beard, who looked like a customer brought by a slave merchant, came among their group of slaves under the guidance of the slave boss.
"Do any of them know how to fight? I have a competition recently!" the old man said.
"Proximo, my old friend, although you need people who are good at fighting, you should also need some who are willing to die!" As a businessman, selling your own goods is an essential skill.
The old man named Proximo ignored the slave merchant who was speaking. He was a sharp-eyed businessman with rich experience, and he naturally had his own standards of judgment.
After a while, he selected six slaves, including Maximus, and after negotiating the price with the slave merchant, he loaded them into cages and used a carriage to pull them back to a huge courtyard. It was Prosimo's home.
Oh, I forgot to mention that he made money by training gladiators and letting his gladiators fight with other people's gladiators. He was the slave owner of the gladiators.
Maximus was kicked out of the car, and he followed the slaves with a numb expression. He stood in a row with them with unfocused eyes, and allowed some servants in robes to spray water on his naked chest and back. White medicinal powder. But he watched Prosimo's mouth open and open, not hearing a word he said at all.
"I am Proximo. 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 closer than the mother who brought you to this damn world. But, I didn't pay for your company. I'm not a good person. I want to profit from your death. When your life begins, you have your mother by your side. When it ends, I will be by your side until you die. When it comes, you will be lifted up by the cheers of the people!”
Having said this, Proximo clapped lightly, lowered his head slightly, and said: "Gladiators, I salute you!".
Proximo's words illustrate the fate they are about to face, becoming a gladiator.
In Rome, gladiators were in the arena, and when they won each victory, they could indeed become the admirers of all spectators and everyone. They were the heroes in the arena.
Although they are basically slaves, they still have another identity in the arena, that is, they are gladiators and heroes!
Some people have even said that what maintains the lifeblood of Rome is not the marble in the Senate, nor the sword in Caesar's hand, but the yellow sand in the arena!
Gladiators in the arena are the easiest people to harvest the admiration of the people!
Gladiator!
There was astonishing heat in the eyes of some slaves. Facing such a fate, they did not feel terrible, but felt slightly excited. Yes, they wanted to be the one that all the audience cheered for, went crazy for, and worshiped for. Heroes in the arena!
Maximus didn't fluctuate at all.
hero? so what?
Wasn't he a hero in the eyes of the soldiers before?
But what did he get?
Family ruined? Brother died tragically?
Haha, hero...
Maximus's chapped lips moved slightly and curved into a sarcastic arc.
"Stop him quickly!"
"Quick! Someone broke in!"
"quick!"
At this moment, there was chaos at the entrance of the yard. The slaves who were listening to Prosimo looked over in confusion. Who had the courage to break into the home of a gladiator slave owner?
I saw the person wearing a brown robe with exposed arms. His figure was as slender and powerful as a black panther, exuding a faint sense of menace. His black shorts were inlaid with a pair of eyes as dark as a pool. At this time, those black eyes His eyes were looking at them slaves.
No, to be precise, it was one of them.
"Final!" Maximus squeezed out a word that only he could hear from his hoarse throat. His numb eyes were filled with surprise, and a surge of life quietly emerged, making him feel like a walking corpse just a moment ago. His whole person came to life.
The intrusion at the end of the season provoked a violent reaction like a drop of water in a frying pan.
Near the door, a dozen gladiators in training and several guards hired by Proximo surrounded the intruding Ji Mo.
Glancing at the people surrounding him, Ji Mo's eyes didn't waver at all. During training, in order to prevent the gladiators from resisting, the gladiators only held wooden daggers. As for the guards, except for a few guards, they came over. Apart from watching the excitement, most of the guards still stood where they were.
In their opinion, a person, a gladiator who is specially trained for gladiatorial combat and is much more terrifying than them, is enough to teach people in the future that they won't even recognize their mother.
However, for the end of the season, this person is really not a problem.
There was no pause in his footsteps, as if the gladiators in front of him were nothing but air.
Such an attitude immediately aroused the fierceness of the gladiators, and they immediately waved their wooden weapons and attacked Ji Mo.
Facing the wooden dagger falling towards his chest, Ji Mo turned his body slightly, stretched out one hand, grasped the blade, and punched a gladiator in the chest, knocking him back and grabbing the opponent's weapon.
The next second, the dagger in his hand hit another gladiator hard, causing the wooden dagger to break directly and at the same time, the attacked gladiator was thrown away.
Taking one step at a time, the gladiators fell down one by one, pressing their chests.
When the end of the season was less than thirty meters away, the dozen gladiators surrounding him had all fallen to the ground groaning in pain.
Seeing this scene, all the gladiators and guards opened their mouths in surprise and looked at the man who had inexplicably broken in, but then they became furious because of the attitude at the end of the season.
But when they just moved, the owner of this place, Proximo, whose eyes were shining with an inexplicable light, glanced at Maxim, who started to tremble slightly, raised his hand and said: "Stop!" .
After the words fell, the others stopped in place obediently, but Ji Mo walked step by step towards Maximus, who was standing there, staring at him blankly.
