South of the capital, Miletus arena.

The blood of countless blood gladiators and trapped beasts soaked the land.

For the nobles, it is a good place to make people **** and indulge in madness.

At this time, Wen Lin's eyes were covered with black cloth, and she couldn't see any light, her hands were tied behind her back, and she was mechanically allowed to be pushed by others.

Wen Lin didn't know where she was going to be taken, and the narrow space dangling forward seemed to remind her of the difficult situation she was about to face.

With the passage of time, the strong smell of blood in the surroundings almost turned into substance, Wen Lin frowned.

Wen Lin's hands and eyes were not free until she passed through a long and dark corridor and heard the sound of the last iron gate closing behind her.

The line of sight gradually turned from blurred to clear, and the entrance was a dim stone room, with bloodstains so thick that they turned black everywhere on the walls and ground.

There were other people in the room. They rubbed their upper bodies, panting to wipe off the sweat stains on their bodies, holding stone axes, large knives, spears and other weapons tightly in their hands.

Most of them were indifferent to Wen Lin's arrival.

Despair, fear, numbness, and lifelessness in the pupils flooded here with blood.

"Miss Wen Lin, from now on, the fate of life or death between you and your subordinates is in your own hands,"

Mrs. Yaz's icy voice suddenly sounded behind her, Wen Lin turned around, puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Taking a deep look at Wen Lin, Mrs. Yaz went straight away and quickly disappeared into the chaotic black.

In the stone room, there was an obscure gaze that was also observing Wen Lin.

After Mrs. Yaz left, the person in the corner said,

"Wen Lin? The Wen Lin family who once ruled the three counties of Sutherland Heights?"

She slid her hand calmly to the place where the iron piece was hidden at her waist, Wen Lin walked slowly to the man in the corner, and denied it expressionlessly.

"No, Wen Lin is my first name, not my last name,"

"That's a pity, it seems that the Wen Lin family is really dead,"

The man in the corner looked regretful. Unlike the others here, he looked leaner and stronger. Compared with the others, the more vivid expression made his features look more handsome.

After initially judging that there was no malicious intent, Wen Lin stopped and probed, "Who are you?"

"Beautiful lady, I am Artust, but my identity has no meaning. After all, we may not be able to see the sun rise tomorrow?"

"why?"

"Don't you know where this is?"

Artust was extremely surprised, and without waiting for Wen Lin to answer, the iron gate on the other wall of the stone room was suddenly opened, and the eyes of the others finally fluctuated.

It was deeper despair and fear, and one of them muttered, "It's our turn next."

Wen Lin walked towards the light, and the huge arena came into view without warning.

This is a huge oval building made of marble. The auditorium is built on the hill, rising layer by layer, and in the center of the whole building is a wide open space.

At this time, a brutal, **** and violent torture was being staged in the open space. Kill, shocking.

A large number of wolves surrounded and killed dozens of people, scattered stumps, internal organs leaking out from the stomach that was bitten by the hungry wolf, and the head with only half of the face left...

Cruel and brutal.

But the cheers in the audience are like the mountains and seas dumping with the arrival of death. This is entertainment paved with death.

Artust looked at Wen Lin's indifferent expression with almost no emotional ups and downs, surprised and curious, "There are very few women here, and the women here are all dead without exception."

Artust tried to find a trace of fear on Wen Lin's face, but unfortunately, it was still calm without ups and downs.

"If we can all get out alive, I must have a toast with you, I've never seen such an interesting woman,"

Just a compliment, nothing frivolous.

Wen Lin turned her head to look at the fearless Artust, and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Of course I'm afraid, but fear doesn't change anything, at least I can still see the sun today," Artust shrugged indifferently, but his tone of voice lowered unconsciously betrays his sadness.

There was a slight touch in Wen Lin's eyes, no one would want death to come to him, as long as there is still the desire to live, there must be vitality.

She suddenly raised the volume, looked straight ahead and asked, "How can I get out alive? Kill all those beasts?"

out alive?

This sentence stimulated everyone in the stone room, and their eyes flickered, but they soon sank.

There was a voice from the crowd, "There is no hope. Today is the annual celebration day. How can the ratio of 100 hungry and crazy beasts to 10 people be killed in each game?"

"Celebration day?"

"Yes, Golan's annual celebration will change the usual one-to-one ratio to ten-to-one,"

The spreading silence seemed to devour the last remaining hope. Everyone looked at the battle that was about to come to an end on the field, silently waiting for the sentence of death.

Wen Lin endured the tremor and closed her eyes, since she came to this world, she made it clear that she did not want to be involved in the conflict of power.

Although it backfired, no one should easily judge her life or death except herself.

Opening her eyes again, the restrained sharpness and the horrific murderous aura poured out, Wen Lin walked to the gate where she came, and said loudly into the darkness, "Tell Mrs. Yaz, I ask to take back what originally belonged to me. arms,"

Wen Lin's clear voice echoed in the long and narrow dark passage, but no one answered.

In the originally quiet crowd, several people looked at each other, and then laughed, "Scared crazy?"

"Hahaha, how can the nobles pay attention to our request?"

"I thought it was a different woman? But that's all,"

"It's all here, why don't you die before..."

"…"

"To shut up,"

Wen Lin and Artust spoke out at the same time, but when those people were about to refute, they were shocked by Wen Lin's sharp eyes, and closed their mouths embarrassingly.

She swept everyone's face, calmly stated,

"If you can't fight until the last moment like a warrior, then I suggest you kill yourself now. It's much more respectable to kill yourself than to be eaten by beasts,"

No one would have thought that they would be ridiculed by a woman before they died. They blushed and their lips trembled and wriggled, but they were speechless.

Wen Lin snorted coldly and stopped talking.

At the same time, the battle on the arena is over, and it only takes a few minutes to clear the arena.

Running out of time.

Wen Lin looked at the dark passage, but there was still no response, her calm face was silently filled with restlessness.

But soon, the restlessness was suppressed by Wen Lin.

There was a sharp and sharp whistle outside, and she followed the crowd out of the stone room and onto the arena.

There were overwhelming cheers from the surrounding audience, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

When it was discovered that there were women among them, the atmosphere in the audience reached its peak.

"Oh, there are even women,"

"It's still a woman on a celebration day,"

"May the goddess of victory bless her not to die too soon,"

"How is it possible, looking at her weak appearance, it must be the appetizer of the wolves,"

"Is this specially arranged by Your Majesty to add to the fun?"

"It seems to be a beautiful woman, it's a pity,"

"Ha ha ha ha,"

In the endless laughter, various eyes fell on Wen Lin with inquiry, disdain, ridicule, and expectation.

She looked around without paying attention, and finally set her eyes on the high platform in the middle of the audience.

Vicia sat in the center of the high platform, surrounded by nobles dressed in exaggerated and luxurious clothes.

The eyes of the two passed through the crowd, met at a distance, and soon staggered again.

The referee stood in front of the high platform, impassioned, stirring up the emotions of the audience, "It's also a hundred wolves who haven't eaten for a week, ten brave gladiators..."

With the end of the last whistle, the gate holding the wolves slowly opened.

Artust's expression was no longer relaxed, replaced by a dignified expression, he handed the hatchet to Wen Lin who was unarmed, "Here, you need it more than I do,"

Holding the iron piece in her hand tightly, Wen Lin shook her head calmly, "Thank you, but keep it to yourself,"

As soon as the words fell, Wen Lin jumped up abruptly, deftly avoiding the attack of a gray wolf, grabbed the back of its neck with her backhand, and slid the iron piece from her throat.

The battle has begun.

Watching the whole process up close, the shock in his eyes was hard to fade. He swung an axe sideways and slashed at the attacking wolf, looking excited.

"Wen Lin, I actually started to believe that you and I can leave here alive,"

The dust in the sky rose, and the crowd was quickly swept away by the wolves, low roars and muffled groans interspersed, and warm blood splashed again.

Can't tell if it's human or wolf.

Wen Lin walked around the arena at an incredible speed. She observed the situation on the arena and changed her position calmly.

This is not the first time she has fought wolves.

In China in 21C, when Wen Lin had not yet completed her apprenticeship, she was thrown into the depths of the desolate and resource-poor grassland by her master.

That is the territory of the wolves. If she wants to survive, she must learn to win food from the wolves.

On numerous hunts, she has gone head-to-head with the wolves.

Grey wolves are extremely intelligent and fierce animals, especially when they have to choose to attack in order to survive.

It is Wen Lin's usual tactic to lock the position of the alpha wolf immediately and kill it quickly, forming a short-term threat and deterrent effect, and then taking advantage of this gap to escape.

In the current situation of disparity in the number of humans and wolves, this method is also effective. It can disrupt the rhythm of the wolf group's attack and play a short-term deterrent effect, thereby giving other gladiators more time to breathe.

But now, Wen Lin doesn't have any long-range weapon support in her hands.

She quickly calculated the distance to the alpha wolf in her head, and the sweat on her forehead rolled down her chin. Wen Lin suddenly stopped and jumped off the ground. At the same time, a wolf flew towards her.

When everyone was puzzled, Wen Lin slammed the wolf's skull with her palm, jumped again with her strength, and then quickly fell in the direction of the head wolf.

There was only a thin line, the sharp wolf teeth clenched tightly, sticking to the skin, and the iron piece was deeply inserted into the neck of the head wolf.

The wet and greasy smell sprayed on Wen Lin's arm. She frowned slightly and pulled out the iron sheet without hesitation.

When passing by Artust again, Wen Lin evoked a resolute smile, her voice was sonorous and powerful, "For victory, for life,"

"To win! To live!"

The other gladiators were horrified by the force value displayed by Wen Lin, and they couldn't help following Wen Lin's figure, raising their knives and falling, leaving a corpse on the ground.

The gray wolves fell one by one, the iron pieces deeply embedded in the tender flesh in Wen Lin's palm, and the dense sweat rolled from her forehead to her chin, but she did not dare to relax.

The blood made the iron sheet slippery, and as long as it loosened slightly, she couldn't hold it.

Vicia, who was sitting on the high platform, smiled lightly, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth had not changed from beginning to end.

The Sistine embassy sitting around was full of interest, and their focus was on Wen Lin, just like Vicia.

They exclaimed, "I don't have dazzling eyes, that woman obviously doesn't even have a weapon,"

"In terms of force alone, she is not inferior to the men present,"

"It's just a pity, she is destined to be buried in the belly of a wolf today,"

"God, who can tell me what those strange movements of hers are?"

When the delegation was discussing heatedly, Ambassador Sistine, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up, his eyes sneered,

"They can't last long, including the woman, their movements are getting slower and slower, while the number of wolves besieging them is increasing, and at the same time more brave,"

The patience and determination of a beast will always be stronger than that of a man.

The wolves seemed to find Wen Lin's cunning and difficult to deal with, and they began to besiege her in an organized manner.

Hit, fly, bite...

Wen Lin's breathing became heavier and heavier. There were too many wolves, and she didn't have a moment to breathe.

Suddenly Vicia's gloomy eyes trembled, and several gray wolves were preparing to fly up and tear Wen Lin's throat from different angles.

The situation of the surrounding wolves under siege made Wen Lin unable to escape.

In the next instant, the sound of the throat tearing seemed to be clearly ringing in the ear.