Chapter 451: Killing begins

Speaking of the seven large arenas in the city, in addition to the biggest "Royal Colosseum" status can not be shaken, the other six smaller arenas, has been in the cruel business competition.
Even if the citizens are very fond of the "entertainment project" of the fighting, the number of spectators is limited. How to surpass other arenas in terms of the number of tourists and turnover, and to break through the commercial battles, they have always been big The issue that are most concerned by arena managers.
These organizations are unscrupulous and unscrupulous, and there are no morals to be able to make money through the life and death. In order to defeat the competitors, basically all the methods have been used:
The rumors of spreading other arenas around are just commonplace. In order to reduce the attendance of other arenas, these merchants also hired assassins to pretend to be spectators, assassinating innocent audiences in other arenas, and poisoning public water sources. Even trying to assassinate the managers of other arenas.
The competition between these arenas has gone beyond the cruel category and reached the realm of terror. In order to avoid being assassinated by competitors, the arena's managers are also heavily guarded, and they have guards to protect themselves at any time and place.
At this time, the owner of the Caesar Arena was sitting in the dimly lit office inside the arena building, reading the text on a piece of parchment in his hand by the light of the torch on the wall.
The manager of Caesars Arena is a tall, man with a tight head, wearing a dark blue robes with lots of gorgeous gold and silver ornaments.
This person's face is sharp and angular, and it looks like the kind of decent heroic character that is common in old movies. Unfortunately, some of the blessed figure has reduced his handsomeness.
Although the arena was established, he actually didn't like to watch the fight, just to make money. Because of this, he did not go out to watch the game, just stayed in the office and checked the documents at hand.
Several silver armor soldiers leaned against the wall without saying a word, ready to pull the sword out to protect the "Boss" of the arena. For the combat effectiveness of these guards, managers are still very reassured.
However, the situation in the arena tonight seems to be a bit wrong.
When I heard the voice of arguments and quarrels in the auditorium of the arena, the middle-aged man sitting in the office was about to order the guards to go out and see, and the black wood door suddenly sounded a quick knock on the door.
The two soldiers went forward without saying a word, pulling out the short sword at the same time as opening the door and pointing to the person standing in the corridor. The man with the unkempt face was so scared that he raised his hands and shouted: "I am coming to report, not good!"
The manager signaled the soldiers to put down the sabre, sat behind the wooden table with their hands on their chins, staring at the stinking staff, and asked: "What happened?"
"Hokart, the 'Hun,' you rented from the Alexandria Arena, the audience can't stand it, and they have already begun to leave!" The staff cried and sullenly: "Now do not stop the game, the Caesar Arena's style and The number of viewers will drop!"
Hearing this, the arena manager called Hoggart is not only not flustered, but rather like this has long been expected, an understatement wave: "I know, you can leave."
"But..." The man who came to report still wanted to say something.
"Okay, I said I know." Hogart added another sentence impatiently: "The game continues, no need to inform me."
After that, without waiting for the staff to speak again, the two soldiers who had grasped the "superior wishes" had already closed the door and shut the people who came to report.
Looking up at the wooden door of the office, Hoggart's handsome face slowly twisted, revealing a sinister smile.
In fact, renting the "Hun" to the Alexandria Arena is part of his conspiracy to ruin the Alexander Arena. What is happening now is exactly what he expected!
According to the latest revised management rules of the Colosseum, if the gladiator kills the audience in the arena, the arena with this gladiator will be fined. If there are too many deaths and injuries, they may even be directly disqualified from continuing to operate and will be forcibly removed by the military.
The problem is that the object of punishment in this management rule is "the arena with this gladiator", not the "arc where the accident happened."
Now Hogart, there is no fear of any confusion in the arena, and even hope that the audience will die in the hands of the Huns. After all, even if the audience was killed at Caesars Arena, the only ones who would be punished would be the owner of the Huns, the Alexander Arena!
At present, the identity of the undead gladiator, the Huns, is still a gladiator belonging to the Alexander Arena, but was temporarily loaned to the Caesar Arena. This point can be said clearly in the contract signed by both parties:
Thinking of this, Hogart once again took out the papyrus that was used when signing the rental contract, and began to confirm that the paper had been confirmed dozens of times, almost foolproof text content:
"Alexander Arena, the ‘Hun’ is now temporarily leased to the Caesar Arena.

Hoggart was pretty sure that the paper should be like this, but when he picked up the papyrus and saw the text above, he suddenly stopped, because the text above has become:
"Alexander Arena, now the Huns are used by the Caesars Arena."
"what?"
Hogart frowned and looked at the blank position where the words "temporary loan" should have been. He looked at the black texture of the paper back and suddenly realized that the situation was not good and his face was immediately twisted into a bitter gourd.
- The words on the contract do not seem to be written in plain ink.
Although Hogart has no research on this aspect, he is very clear about what it means to himself if the Xiongnu kills the audience after the words "temporary loan" disappear.
"They are pitting me..."
Hogart stood up in a tightfold, violently pushing open the door, dragging his bloated body and running forward along the corridor. The body leaves a huge silhouette under the torch:
"Notify the soldiers to stop the game immediately, let the audience immediately exit, the speed is faster!" he shouted with anger.
Although this will make the Caesar Arena very hurt, but now it can not manage so much!
Hoggart’s orders, which soon began to be carried out in the arena, were originally intended to maintain the order of the soldiers, and instead began to guide the audience away from the arena. And more than a dozen elite heavy-armed soldiers with heavy weapons, also decisively rushed into the arena, intending to subdue the right-wing king in the field.
"The game is over, now exit!" a soldier yelled.
Then, the soldier's neck was hot, and a painful flow spread all over the body. The horrible suffocation made him lick his neck and squat.
He was cut throat!
The other heavy armored soldiers even had time to turn around and heard a gloomy voice, which rang from behind:
"The game... is just beginning."
While talking, Lin Xiao’s line of light shone in the line of sight, and a line of red reminder text appeared in his line of sight:
"You have earned a life. This life is a soldier at Caesars Arena. The passive skills that are triggered increase your strength and agility by 3. The effect lasts for five minutes."