That night, Clark was in high spirits and chatted with Li Ba for a long time.
From the old man's mouth, Li Ba learned about many customs and customs of the Western Continent, including the Balague Prison where he was imprisoned, which belonged to the Roman capital.
This city is the capital of the Lateran Empire, and its lord, Phaleaemon, is a hereditary marquis and the military minister of the Lateran Empire, with a very powerful position.
Unexpectedly, he fought against the Dark Qilin, broke through the western defense line, and came directly to the capital of the Rutland Empire.
Li Ba didn't know whether to say he was lucky or had a good idea.
The old man has profound knowledge and extraordinary conversation.
He is an elder with great wisdom.
Li Ba listened intently and asked a few questions from time to time.
The old man said everything he knew and answered all his questions.
However, when Li Ba asked what crime the old man had committed and was sent to Balague Prison.
The old man was silent for a while and made no sound.
The other party seemed to have something to hide, so Li Ba immediately changed the subject.
Everyone has their own secrets, and if the other person doesn't want to mention them, he won't ask any more questions.
In this way, the two of them kept chatting until dawn before they knew it. bang When the sound of the heavy iron door rang, everyone lying on the wooden boards was awakened.
As if by conditioned reflex, they immediately stood up and stood upright against the wall.
Li Ba and Dad Clark are no exception.
Only Arquette sat up slowly.
The iron door was opened, and the two guys who delivered the food came in carrying wooden buckets.
They seemed to be a little different today.
They walked directly into the cell, put down the wooden buckets in their hands, and looked at the prisoners standing upright by the wall.
Finally, the two men's eyes fell on a prisoner named Romney, and they couldn't help but explain.
He directly stepped forward, grabbed Romney's arm, and dragged him out of the cell.
"Two adults.
No, no, I don't want to die.
Please replace him with someone else," Romney said with a look of horror on his face.
Yelling and struggling to no avail, he was dragged out like a dead dog.
At this moment, the other prisoners all had expressions of relief on their faces.
After the iron door was closed again, the prisoners in the cell gathered in small groups and talked in low voices.
From time to time, some people sighed, some were frightened, and some timid guys actually hid in the corner and cried softly.
"Dad.
What's going on?"
Li Ba looked surprised.
"Alas" Clark shook his head repeatedly and sighed.
This guy is good at everything, but he likes to show off sometimes, and he still has a little bit of melancholy complex, which will never end as long as he sighs.
Li Ba couldn't get the answer, so he scratched his head anxiously, glanced around, and shouted at the two people sitting by the cesspool: "Garvey, Barb.
You two, come here."
Maybe he didn't hear clearly, or he didn't expect Li Ba to call him.
Garvey and Barb were stunned for a moment, sitting where they were without moving.
"You two guys, get over here" They heard this sentence clearly and quickly got up and trotted to Li Ba.
Stand respectfully.
"Damn, you smell too strong.
Stand further away.
Stand further away."
Li Ba pinched his nose and waved to Babu.
This guy was thrown into the manure pit yesterday, although he was washed with water.
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But the strong smell on his body was still very pungent, which made him a little unable to resist.
Babu took a few steps back knowingly.
At this time.
Li Ba glanced at Garvey and asked, "What happened just now?
Did Romney commit such a heinous crime that he was dragged out for execution?"
Since learning about the other party's tragic experience, the hatred in his heart had dissipated as early as last night.
The words were also very kind at this moment.
Li Ba's kind attitude made Garvey a little flattered.
Thinking of the oriental man's sharp and ferocious fists yesterday, he was still frightened.
After being stunned for a moment, he leaned forward and replied: "Romney was sent to the Colosseum Arena."
When he bent over, a trace of pain flashed across his face.
It was obvious that he had been seriously injured yesterday.
"Brother, what are you doing in the arena?"
Li Ba became interested.
He glanced at Garvey and knew that the other person was seriously injured yesterday.
At least a few ribs were broken.
It would definitely be uncomfortable to stand like this.
So he patted the wooden board next to him and said, "Sit down first and explain this matter to me in detail."
"You are the boss of this cell now.
I'd better stand and talk to you."
Garvey did not appreciate it.
He didn't want to break the rules of the cell.
Because these rules were established by him himself.
"Whatever" Li Ba shrugged, it didn't matter.
"Prisoners imprisoned in Balague Prison are basically equivalent to dead people.
They cannot be released without special reasons.
The only way to survive is to go to the Colosseum."
Garvey said slowly at this moment, "The Colosseum is an industry run by Ross Trading Company, the largest trading house in the empire.
The Colosseum, as the name suggests, is a place for life and death fights.
It is full of bloody killings for us prisoners, but It is a gold-selling cave where noble men spend a lot of money to have fun."
Having said this, a trace of sadness flashed in Garvey's eyes, and he continued: "There are three types of events in the Colosseum, one is a life-and-death battle between people, and the other is a duel between Warcraft and Warcraft.
The last one is a life-and-death battle between humans and monsters.”
Warcraft is a mutant beast, the collective name for mutant beasts in the Western continent.
Li Ba knew this very well.
"In order to make the event more interesting, the vicious guys from Ross Trading Company will buy a group of prisoners from Balague Prison every once in a while, into groups of twenty, and then let them compete with different monsters."
Garvey looked a little sad and angry, "Not to mention us skinny prisoners, even if they are normal people, twenty of them together are not the most common opponent of Warcraft.
In this regard, in order to stimulate the fighting spirit of the prisoners, Ross Trading Company made a promise, Anyone who can survive ten games without dying can lose his identity as a prisoner and regain his freedom."
Hearing this, Li Ba's eyes lit up and he thought, Damn, this is a good way to get out of this hellish place.
"However, I heard that over the years, there are very few prisoners who can survive ten games in the Colosseum without dying."
Garvey seemed to see through Li Ba's mind and said calmly: "Although you are very strong, in my opinion, you have not yet reached the level of a third-level warrior.
Before me, the boss of this cell was a third-level warrior."
A top warrior, I heard that he went to the Colosseum and only lasted until the sixth game when he was burned to a crisp by a red-maned fire boar.”
Division of Western Samurai.
Same as evolvers.
A level three warrior is a level three evolver, and may be slightly stronger.
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After listening to Garvey's words, Li Ba finally understood why when Romney was selected by the jailer, he was as frightened as if he was about to beheaded in the execution ground.
In fact, he did go to the execution ground, but the executioners were not humans, but ferocious and violent mutant beasts.
If the strength is restored.
Not to mention low-level mutant beasts such as the third and fourth levels, even if the sanctuary exists, Li Ba doesn't take it seriously.
Nowadays, the soul of the second talisman is still exhausted, the blood has recovered slightly, and the physical strength is at most comparable to a third-level evolver.
If you go to the Coliseum of Colosse, it may not be easy to last ten games, and there is a high possibility that you will be exposed.
Li Ba thought in his mind, it seems that this road is not feasible.
"Is there any other way?
Get out of this hellish place" he continued to ask.
When he got the answer, Garvey shook his head firmly.
"Let's escape from prison together.
The chance of survival is always better than being sent to the arena," Li Ba said casually.
"Xiao Li, this idea will only make you die faster."
The person who said this was Clark.
He must have sighed for a while.
Now come to your senses.
The old man stretched out his hand and pulled open his collar, revealing a black collar around his neck, which was exactly the same as the collar on Li Ba's neck.
He pointed at the collar.
Said: "This is a slave ring made by a magician, with a magic circle engraved on it.
All prisoners in Balague Prison.
Everyone has a slave ring around their neck.
It is like a devil's curse.
It can be taken at any time.
Take our lives” According to Clark, not to mention the tight security of the prison, even if you can escape, as long as the magician chants a spell, the slave ring around the prisoner's neck will explode immediately, and he will be shattered to pieces. remote control time bomb Li Ba looked astonished.
What kind of slave ring is this?
It can be understood as a remote-controlled time bomb refined by magic.
His physical defense is strong and he has no worries, but for these ordinary prisoners, he is the shackles of doom that cannot be shaken off.
Come on, jailbreaking is definitely out of the question.
Not to mention the slave ring, Balague Prison is heavily guarded, and in his current state, there is no way he can escape.
Although the blood refining technique is effective, there are only about twenty people in the cell, and the blood source provided is limited.
Even if he was ruthless and sucked everyone's essence and blood away, it would not increase his own strength much.
Practicing the Dayan Jue has little effect.
Without external help, the source of the two soul talismans is exhausted, and it is not known how long it will take to practice to make up for it.
Thinking of this, Li Ba felt a headache, sighed secretly, fell down on the wooden board, closed his eyes and meditated.
He needs to be quiet and think about what to do next to get out of trouble Only by leaving Balague Prison can you obtain resources and restore your strength as soon as possible.
It's late at night again, the moonlight is like water.
Li Ba slept in the cell leader's position.
Although it was spacious, he was always tossing and turning and had difficulty falling asleep.
The buzzing sounds coming from all around are very sweet.
Perhaps only in the dead of night can these prisoners see their bright future in their sleep.
That unfortunate fellow, Romney, was pulled out in the morning and never returned.
Thinking about it, he has become one of the many undead in the Colosseum.
Hua League West Port City also has an industry similar to an arena.
However, the two are completely different in nature.
Performances take up most of the arena in Xibu City.
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Moreover, those who fought against the mutated beasts were all evolved, and their strength was not much different.
There were also specialized personnel on hand to rescue them.
After a performance, the most you can get is injuries, but your life will not be in danger.
This bullshit Colosseum is different.
It treats human lives as nothing, and uses bloody killings to win those nobles who spend huge sums of money.
There is no doubt that the Colosseum is very dangerous, even for Li Ba.
However, it is the only way to calmly judge your current situation and get out of trouble, leave this damn place and go to the Colosseum.
Being a prisoner, you will have to go to the gladiatorial arena sooner or later, it is unavoidable.
In this case, it is better to go there on your own initiative and then try to bring the inmates with you.
In this way, they can cover themselves and avoid being discovered when they take action.
Just do it At this moment, Li Ba finally made a decision
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