Bury the last person, and open the template that has just been loaded:

Name: Night, Dragon

Race: Human (Soul Wheat)

Class: Level 5 Warrior (300/300)/Level 4 Fighter (237/240)

Attribute column: Strength 5, Constitution 6, Agility 7, Spirit 10, Intelligence 9

Attribute 2: Critical 3, Willpower 10, Tenacity 4, Haste 4, Evasion 7

Defense Level: 3+2

Health: 74/74

Experience points: 977

Property Points: None

Potential points: 9

Status: Normal

Basic skills: Speech 1, Deterrence 3, First Aid 2

General skills: dual-wielding weapon combat, quick dodge

Special Skill: Personal Seduction

Skills: Swift Attack, Waist Slash, Decapitation, Fury

Knowledge: Combat 50, Tactics 50, Anatomy 50, Human Physics 50, Domination 80, Swordsmanship 50

Rank: one

Just glanced at it, and Cangye made a "poor template" evaluation in an instant.

But there is no way, in the Faith Harvest Area, this can already be regarded as an extreme warrior, but in the higher-level plane, his strength can only be killed in seconds in front of professionals who have stepped into the supernatural realm.

When Nights was still Omega 95, it became the terminal server of "Annogus" for a period of time, and after becoming a human in the later stage, he was also curious to create characters into the game.

The highest level of training is a fifth-order legendary profession "Juggernaut" part-time fifth-order legendary profession "Wizard", a sixth-level mythical professional, almost the highest level of tens of millions of players in the game, and when the most powerful, he can slay dragons with one hand, and hard-shake demigod creatures and even god projections.

Before the game crashes, Night's projection nearly kills a god, just one step away from the Godslayer.

In terms of professions, both Warrior and Du belong to beginner professions, and in the setting of [Era], they belong to the first-order rotten street professions, which can be seen from the potential points.

In addition to the experience points, each class level will be consumed by one potential point, and the second-class training of the part-time class is only half of that of the first class, but the characteristics can be similar to 80%.

Warriors and fighters are both melee professions, using short- and medium-range weapons, so they belong to similar professions, if you continue to stay in this world, the total career level of Cangye in this life is only 18, and the rank will always hover within the first order.

After the template is calculated, Nightshade assigns 3 experience points to the Fighter Rank.

"Cost 240 XP! ……”

"Spend 1 Potential Point! ……”

"Fighter Level Up! ……”

"Gain attribute point 1."

……

Cangye didn't consume attribute points in the first time, and the first-order beginner class can only have one more attribute point every 5 levels, so it should be used well.

Killed all the members of the vanguard team, lit torches in the night, and set the entire watchtower on fire.

The bright light of the fire stood out in the darkness of the night, and it was not long before reinforcements from the Romans arrived, but it was also possible that the gladiator rebels would be insurrectionists.

This is what Cangye can do at the moment, and it is not within his reach whether the Romans succeed in exterminating the rebels or the rebels succeed in escaping, but Cangye still hopes that the former will achieve its goal, and the Mad Prince's revenge will begin.

Spartacus led the remaining 8,000 slaves to the northern gate, however, a desperate fate awaited them.

Five thousand Romans rushed to ambush first, and as soon as the slave army arrived, dense torches piled up on the city walls, and the figures trembled, followed by countless arrows from countless arrow towers and battlements.

No!!

Spartacus let out a cry of grief and indignation, and on the city wall he saw thirty-seven hanging corpses, all of the members of the vanguard except Night, including his closest brothers.

Needless to say, the uprising failed, the moment of despair did not give Spartacus time to reflect, the gates were not opened, the pursuers had arrived, and under the siege of tens of thousands of elite Roman warriors, no one could escape.

A big old hand patted his shoulder.

Spartacus looked back, and the resolute-faced old Henry picked up the broken tomahawk and rushed forward, and the last words of his life were:

"We failed, but we succeeded."

"I am willing to pay with my life for the sake of freedom."

Spartacus regained his composure, and with a resolute look in his eyes, he shouted loudly:

"Brothers, we have failed, but even if we die, we will make this group of Caligula mongrels pay!"

Once the decades of numbness and submission broke out, there was no reason to take it back, everyone wanted to be slaves, and if they had the opportunity, they would rather be free people for a second.

Nearly 15,000 slaves took part in the revolt tonight, 9,000 were killed and 6,000 were captured, but the Roman City Defenses also paid the price of nearly 3,000 casualties.

Enraged, Roman II piled up the corpses of dead slaves outside the city to make three temples for crows and vultures to peck at their flesh and blood, leaving behind white bones that would deter them for a hundred years, and the undead captives hung on crosses and stood on both sides of the streets of Roman City, warning the damned slaves of the price of rebellion.

The smell of blood permeated the city, and now Roman City lives up to its name as the "Bloody Lion's Den".

Nightshade returned to his cell before the raid, and after a night of rioting, the gladiators suffered heavy losses, leaving only a few hundred people, and Nightshade was still the most expensive.

The slave owners were heartbroken by this, which meant the loss of more than 100,000 gold coins. And now the time is very sensitive, today is God's Birthday, the first day of the Triumphal Festival.

One of the few forms of entertainment that made the Romans happy, gladiator performances came first, and not only commoners, but also nobles were keen to watch gladiator performances.

In desperation, the Roman Kingdom had no choice but to buy gladiators from other blood allies, which made the Romans hate the rebellious slaves.

Within the first month, Roman II planned to bring all the remaining gladiators, as well as prisoners of war from Hesse, to the Colosseum for group gladiatorial performances and colossal shows, pleasing the cruel Caligula at the cost of the death of all gladiators.

Of course, as the most expensive commodity, the night naturally cannot die.

……

Seven days before the festival began, nearly 2,000 people were driven into the arena to fight lions, tigers, rhinoceros, elephants and other gladiators, and the blood of more than 1,000 people once again renovated the soil of the arena, and the scarlet color stimulated the nerves of the Romans, who screamed, laughed, and shouted wildly, whether it was men and women, old people and children, their faces were filled with a look called "happiness".

On the eighth day, the night came on.

It was his first but last performance at the Triumphal Festival.

The thousandth battle, for ordinary gladiators, is either victory or death, and the most expensive commodity in the night, if you lose a gladiatorial fight, you can also get "extra tolerance" to avoid death.

But unfortunately, the Birthday of the Gods and the Triumphal Festival are rituals to please the gods of blood and slaughter, and all the subjects of the Blood Alliance are devout believers, and the losers in the gladiatorial arena are also the dead, and no one is exempt.

The mood of the audience is complicated, if the night wins and becomes a free man, they will never see such a handsome wonderful person again, and if they fail, they will not see the night of death.

Walking into the gladiatorial arena, facing nearly 100,000 onlookers, Cangye's expression was as cold as ever, but for some reason, this time he didn't bring a face.

Click!

A shrill sound slowly came out, and as the iron gate was raised, a figure sprang out like a cheetah, slamming towards the night. The host shouted in his usual comical tone:

"It seems that our performers can't wait to get started, today is the last battle of the Prince of the Night, let's bless him."

In the corner where everyone noticed, there was a hint of excitement, schadenfreude, and resentment in the host's eyes.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty assures you that it will be a delightful show!"

A middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes, with obvious oriental characteristics, nodded sharply at Roman II and bowed his waist, eager to put his waist straight to the ground.

"Well, I hope it's like what you said, my dear Jia Kunqing!"

Roman II reclined lazily in a comfortable chair made up of four naked maids-in-waiting, his chubby right hand holding up an empty glass, and the attendants beside him diligently poured red wine for him.

Cangye saw the face of the person who came, and there was a sudden hint of horror in his eyes, which was unbelievable.

For the first time, a human expression appeared on the face of the night.