In the middle of the night, when most of the city of Romain is asleep, the instructors of the gladiator school enter the red-light district with the winnings and spend them on the bellies of the wines and women.

The gladiatorial arena was noisy during the day, and the night was silent, and the caretaker who took over the night shift was already drunk with a large amount of inferior ale.

Tonight, exceptionally calm.

……

Lighting a candle, Spartacus looked around at the crowd, the small cell was crowded with more than a dozen people, and many more stood outside the bar.

The gladiators had expressions written on their faces called "resolute" and "resolute".

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Spartacus pretended to be calm:

"Gentlemen, tonight is the beginning of our freedom."

There were 300 gladiators called for in response, and these were warriors who had a blood feud with the Romans and had nothing left, so they would never betray them. For this plan, Spartacus planned for twelve years.

The Polar Snow Plains have been home to the people of the north wind for thousands of years, until hundreds of years ago, the sons of the gods, who believed in the gods of blood and killing, stepped into the land of the north wind. The people of the god of war resisted bravely and fought intermittently for more than a hundred years, and the people of the north wind were finally wiped out.

Spartacus was not born in those sad times, but in the darker ages of even more despair.

The North Wind was brought to the Western Continent and became a slave race of the Blood Alliances. By the time of Spartacus, his family had continued the fate of slaves for seven generations.

Working in the mines as a child, witnessing the miserable lives of the miners and the cruelty of the overseers, the seeds of rebellion were planted in Spartacus's young mind. At the age of seven, he was favored by slave traders and bought into the gladiator school in the Romanese city, where he trained for several years to become a good gladiator.

Unlike other slaves, Spartacus was clever and clever. Eager to learn and have a melancholy temperament, he is good at thinking, and if it weren't for this slave status, he would definitely be an excellent person.

The three star gladiators, Spartacus, although not the most powerful, but the oldest, spent seven years in the gladiatorial arena, thanks to his wit, each time he was defeated by his opponent in a winning streak of more than 700 years, because of his own value and spared death, every gladiatorial fight he tried to defeat but not kill the opponent, and made a lot of friends in this way.

The cost of training gladiators was not cheap, and there were only more than 5,000 gladiators in the Central Colosseum, and there were only more than 10,000 in the whole country. The price was high, so the number of gladiator deaths per year was strictly limited to about 1 in 10 to 1 in 6.

However, no gladiator was free, most gladiators did not live to be forty years old, and once the golden age passed, gladiators who lost their value were driven to the Colosseum to be killed and devoured by lions and tigers, and the cruelty was extreme.

Occasionally, some lucky ones will be sold for special purposes, and some noblewomen will buy them home to become the first to be faced, such as the Mad Prince Night, which is the craziest commodity for women in the country.

Spartacus looked around at everyone, and his tone was extremely heavy:

"This time, we have a good chance of success."

"The Romans destroyed a Hessian kingdom, which is also a country of blood alliances, and these madmen who believe in Caligula will do it even if they are allies, just because the day of the gods is coming."

"On the birthday of the gods of Caligula, the Romans will hold a three-month triumphal festival, and the king will prepare three hundred gladiatorial performances and a hundred beast fights, and only half of the gladiators will complete the ceremony."

"No one wants to die, tonight is a chance, just get the keys to the prison, release all the gladiators, tell them the news, and our team will increase to 5,000 people."

"Break out of the 'Bloody Lion's Den' and leave the Roman Kingdom, and the slaves of the entire kingdom will join us, and the team will expand to 50,000 people."

"For freedom! We will defeat the Romans, defeat all the descendants of Caligula, and in the Western Continent, we will gain an independent slave kingdom to establish a free slave country, this country will have no slaves, everyone is equal, no one will bully us, Lords, let us fight for this! ”

……

In the twilight, three hundred gladiators quietly killed the drunken guards, took away the keys, and opened one iron gate after another.

The floodgates of the arsenal were opened, and nearly 5,000 gladiators were armed with weapons, shields, and armor, and the Romans guarding the perimeter of the gladiatorial arena were caught off guard by the gladiators as soon as they noticed something unusual.

According to Spartacus's plan, their mission was to arm as many warriors as possible, rally the slaves in the city to rebel against the slave owners, and create even greater chaos.

While Spartacus was leading a massive uprising, a vanguard squad, led by a blond youth, opened the gates to lock the night.

The torches illuminated the face of the blonde youth, and when the night looked up at him, the terrifying lightning had long since disappeared.

"You're half an hourglass late."

If you turn an hourglass upside down, the sand will pass in one hour, and half an hourglass will be 30 minutes.

The blonde young man said stiffly:

"I'm sorry."

Then he added:

"Hurry up, it's time for us to hit the road."

Taking the pitch-black dragon pattern armor handed over by the gladiator behind the blonde youth, Cangye spent this minute to put it on, drew his battle knife, and looked ready to fight at any time.

Their mission was to reach the north gate, which was closest to the Colosseum, in an hourglass time, and defeat the defenders to open the gate to meet the large army. There were a total of thirty-seven members of the vanguard team for this mission, each of whom was an elite who had won more than 100 consecutive victories in the gladiatorial arena, and was worth a full 50,000 gold coins in the eyes of the slave owner, and 150,000 when he joined the night.

The defenders of the North Gate had less than two hundred men, and the thirty-seven elite gladiators attacked the unsuspecting two hundred at night, and the chance of victory was close to 70%.

The gladiators' revolt reached the palace after half an hourglass, and Roman II rose from his lover's fit to rage, and even his roar became a little sharper in extreme rage:

"You pigs! Rubbish! Gather the army now, I'm going to hang these damned slaves, crucify them and wail to die! ”

The Roman kingdom worships killing and war, from commoners to nobles, the Roman royal city, built by the flesh and blood of many people, with dry heads on the walls, and bloody corpses on crosses on both sides of the road, this is a demon city, and the aliens all hate it as the "bloody lion's den".

The vigorous killing gene caused the 7,000 guards of the Romance City to be assembled in the first time, and under the command of the commander, they were divided into four forces and crushed the rebellious gladiators like a grinding plate.

The gladiators didn't last long.

Looking at the firelight in the distance, Spartacus had a solemn expression and a resolute expression, and beside him was old Henry with a one-handed axe. Since the beginning of the riot, this forty-year-old man has accumulated nearly 100 souls in his hands.

Old Henry, who was covered in blood, looked a little tired, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat:

"Spartacus, did you make the right decision to choose that Oriental Kid?"

"The mad prince who destroyed the country? I don't think that a prince who can kill his own compatriots, subjects or even comrades-in-arms without hesitation will cooperate with us? Those who believe in Caligula are madmen. ”

"Rest assured, my old fellow."

Spartacus finally spoke.

"It doesn't matter to the Orientals whether they believe in Caligula or not, they are not devout believers, and besides, no one wants to be a slave, let alone a former prince."

"I contacted Cangye a month ago, and I have to say that this is a child that I am afraid of, but one thing can be believed, he is as eager for freedom as we are."

"I hope you're right, old man."

Old Henry's expression was a little melancholy, but so was Spartacus.

……

The vanguard team successfully infiltrated the garrison of the North City Gate, and the night dragon once again showed its intoxicating but terrifying swordsmanship, killing four sentinels in the blink of an eye and successfully occupying the watchtower.

Seeing that the plan was in perfect progress, the blonde youth raised his two-handed greatsword and let out a deafening roar:

"For freedom!"

The vanguard of thirty-seven people rushed into the garrison camp of two hundred people, and the defenders of the north gate were defenseless and suffered heavy losses at the first time.

Infiltrating the stables in the night, dozens of horses were killed, cutting off the defenders of the North Gate from calling for help.

"What did you do?"

There was a roar from behind, and the night looked back to see a pot-bellied officer looking at him with an angry face. He has thick brown curly hair, a hooked nose, deep eye sockets, and beautiful lake-green eyes.

Typical Romance characteristics.

Cangye looked at each other expressionlessly. The officer suddenly felt a shudder, with obvious fear in his expression, but even after he reacted, he was actually scared by a gladiator?!

"Damn slave!"

The officer let out a shrill cry, drew his sword at his waist and rushed towards the night, don't be deceived by his appearance, the fat man moves with agility at times.

The cold light swept through.

At some point, Cangye had already turned around and came behind the officer, and the long knife in his hand brought out a series of blood beads on the opponent's waist.

Smack!

The huge blood stains were torn from the waist to the sides, and the two corpses broke off and fell to the ground, and at this moment, a few sparks jumped out of the corners of the night's eyes, and a string of numbers flashed through the retina.

"Launch a swift offensive!"

"Initiate the Halflash!"

"Deal 19 damage to enemy units!"

"If the death verdict is passed, the opponent's unit dies and you get experience point 1!"