Chapter 4 The First Skill

Bei Lu opened his eyes and found himself standing in front of a huge door. The door was made of simple material, bronze color, carved soldiers with spears, officers with G-shaped helmets, and beautiful women, the interior of the building with an arch structure, the roof of the triangular spire, the roaring lion, and a sentence on it. Words emerge...

A magical country, a miracle of 800,000 square kilometers, a sharp spear embraces the Mediterranean Sea...

Fruits with dewdrops, red wine, ointment, beautiful women's warriors, city gate fortress palace...

Behind Jinfu Huaqiang is the howling of the gods of the Virgin and the Martyrs' Church, the helpless blood wailing of the Colossim Arena, and the broken bones and flesh that have lost their original appearance in the throats of the beasts in the arena...

His Arc de Triomphe, his palace...

Fight and freedom, hope and despair...

When the chain that locks the monster also sighs for freedom, the emperor's crown falls, and the light of the gem on the glory scepter is extinguished, symbolizing the intoxicated bloom of glory and the flower of destruction...

Welcome to the world of Cyclops, welcome to the Roman Empire in Tiblyu, survival game, start now.

"Warning, warning, due to the abnormal props involved in the Yulun space, the difficulty of novice trial is increased to the ultimate difficulty, 100 people purgatory; all hidden tasks emerge, finally the boss appears, Marcus appears, and the Tibius king appears."

"Please choose a camp. One side is the army camp, the Roman army led by the Emperor of Tibion. The Roman soldiers may not be the most powerful, but they are definitely the most brave and good at fighting. The other side is the slave camp, led by Marcus, Goldian and the female gladiator Zaragosa.

"Select the camp within ten seconds, and it will be automatically allocated beyond the time. The maximum limit of each camp is 60 people."

The two doors emit different lights, one side is green, the army camp is engraved on the top, the other side is red, and the slave camp is engraved on the top.

Bei Zhe sneered, "My favorite thing is to let those two-faced hypocrites roll down from the dirty throne."

His hand touched the red door, pushed hard, and the glory fell on his face, and he lost his mind for a while.

Bei Zhe came to his senses and found that he was in a small room of about fifty square meters, but he felt very depressed and crowded, not only because there were only small palm-sized windows in this prison-like house, but also because there were dozens of people in the fifty-square-meter room here. Bei Zhe glanced at it. Forty people, all kinds of Mr. Lin, were all kinds of people. They were curious, shocked, excited, and eager to fear. Different faces appeared on the faces of different people, but the only thing these people were wearing the same clothes, all of which were worn-fashioned hemp clothes. There was also a logo similar to a car Citroen in their hands, in the middle of the two The raised triangular bar, (Roman slave symbol).

"The first main mission of the slave camp is opened, and the life-threatening rescue: As the palace building coordinated by Falco is about to be completed, the inhuman tyrant Tibius is ready to put the surplus slaves who built the palace into the arena and make the slaves become the playthings of the Roman nobles and Roman citizens, so he was imprisoned under Cletus. The slave is in danger. The task requires that each contractor who chooses the slave camp must rescue at least one slave to reach the outskirts five kilometers away from Rome. If the task fails, he will be punished and dies.

"The mobility will be restored in five seconds, five, four..."

After the people in this cell regained their ability to move, the drops of water dripping into the boiling oil suddenly exploded, which was extremely noisy.

"My God! It can't be true. It says that the mission will die after failure.

"This is really an incredible thing. Let me take a look, oh, no, look at the sign in my hand. Based on my understanding of ancient Rome, this is indeed a slave symbol of ancient Rome. Look at the tip one inch and three inches apart, with a span of two inches."

"I'm not dreaming, are you? Hit me."

......

"Hahahahahaha" A handsome young man in his twenties, with bright eyebrows like stars, a high nose and a soft face. He laughed extremely exaggeratedly, as excited as a miser to see 10,000 taels of gold in his money cabinet.

After he finished laughing, he suddenly stood up. At the moment he stood up, four teenagers about his age stood up, with a cold face and a seemingly unchanging smile, like a sharp knife directly on the top of the snowy mountain, full of earth-shaking blows.

The handsome teenager clapped his hands to focus everyone's attention. In fact, when he laughed, everyone had already focused on him. "Guys, next, if you want to live, you'd better follow my arrangement. I think no one knows this better than me."

Bei Lu secretly glanced at him and vaguely felt that the teenager had an indescribable sense of familiarity. After hearing his words, Bei Lu gently buried his head in the shadows and smiled.

"Why?"

"Cut"

There is an endless stream of harsh sarcasm.

A big man with a particularly burly figure and two criss-crossing scars on his rough face. As soon as he stood up, he felt extremely tough. He looked extremely ferocious. This is definitely not a good-tempered master. "Where did the yellow-haired boy? Before his hair grew, he wanted to ride on my Scar brother's head. You still Go home and drink milk."

Four bodyguards around the teenager stood up, looking at the scar like a knife.

The teenager was not in a hurry. He smiled evilly and pulled out a MP pistol from his arms. "Bang Bang Bang" and fired three shots in a row. There were three more bleeding blood holes on the scar's body. The scar's eyes were wide, and his eyes were full of disbelief. When he fell down, he pointed to the teenager who was talking, "You, You, you..."

"Warning, warning, number 387624 is attacking the contractor of our own camp, please rush to support! Please support." Almost everyone heard this sentence in their eyes, but no one dared to face the teenager with a pistol.

"Warning, warning, the sound of gunfire alarmed the guards in the cell. Roman soldiers will arrive in five minutes. Please pay attention."

"Warning, warning..." repeated the reminder twice.

The cell suddenly calmed down, and everyone looked at the teenager.

The handsome teenager said with the unfinished momentum of killing people, "Maybe you still don't believe all this, and I won't force you. I can tell you a message now. The place where we are now is in the cell next to the palace under construction. The slaves we want to rescue are next to our cell. Bian, and my name is Nanli. If you are lucky enough to live in this scene, you will not regret the decision you made.

Bei Lu's expression hiding in the shadow was stunned, surnamed Nan.

Everyone was silent for a while.

A student with a white face and glasses suddenly stood up and said, "Anyway, I don't know anything. It's better to listen to your arrangement than to be blind."

The handsome teenager smiled gently at the man with eyes and threw the pistol in his hand, "It's for you." The man with glasses took over, with a shocked expression on his face. He said flattedly, "Brother Nanli, my name is Chen Kun. I'm a college student." This man with eyes is a few years older than Nan Li. He is actually called Nanli Big Brother, which shows the depth of this person's skills.

Everyone in the field looked at him in surprise. College students are a rare thing. Nowadays, college students are very different from the situation where there were as many undergraduates and masters everywhere in the past. Let's not talk about this.

When the people in the cell saw this situation, they made a small calculation in their hearts. Since the teenager dared to kill people on the street, he casually threw a pistol to Chen Kun...

"Warning, warning, the Roman soldiers will arrive in three minutes."

After the warning of Yulun Space sounded again, most of the people stood up and gathered around Nanli. Only a few people were still sitting on the ground. Of course, after this small number of people, although the hint of Yulun Space also made him a little anxious, Nanli gave him a very comfortable feeling.

Nan Li looked at the people who were still sitting on the ground and said to the people around him, "You are lucky. I'll let you know now that it's the right choice to follow me."

"The person with strong power attributes came over. I detected that the wall on the left was the slave we were going to rescue. What we need to do now is break the wall." Nan Li pointed.

"Why don't we break that door?" Some people asked questions in the crowd.

Nan Li's face changed, and he said coldly, "Try it yourself."

Someone suddenly exclaimed next to him, and then he used the sharing function of Yulun.

The gate of the cell, life: 15000

Spiritual strength:0

Defense: 20

Attack power: 0

"My strength is only three points, and I can't even break the defense of the door (attack power is converted to: power multiplied by 3 plus equipment additional attack power plus skill attack power. Damage is attack minus defense.) A contractor who may have detection skills said.

"Look at this."

The wall of the cell, HP:30000

MP:0

Defense: 0

Attack power: 0

Obviously, the facts provide strong support for Nanli's claim.

Some power experts began to attack around the walls of the cell, and red numbers rose from the cell. These power experts obviously have more than 6, punches and kicks, and can attack twice to three times per second. The damage caused each time is between 15 and 20. Nanli did not do anything. The four guards around him Ordinary people are surprised that the damage caused is more than 50 each time.

More than a minute later, the health value of the wall of the cell was finally emptied, and the cement blocks of granite mixed with lime were torn apart!!

Accompanied by the last hint of this space.

"Warning, warning, a minute later, the Roman warriors arrived."

The wall of the cell collapsed, and the door of the cell opened with a squeak. A small number of people sitting on the ground stood up one after another and mixed into the Nanli team, leaving only the north and another strange person on the ground.

Just as the wall collapsed, the opposite cell suddenly became restless. He saw a short hair with half of his forehead covered, and his brown beard connected from the outer ear canal to his chin. His eyes were very bright, not like the eyes of other slaves, which were more or less submissive. This is the slave. One of the leaders, Goldian, (in the film, Goldian, Goldian, who was originally a slave to General Marcus, was later released, but due to natural disaster, he was unable to pay off the debts of his creditors and was re-trafficked as a slave. Finally, he defeated his opponent in the arena and gained freedom and helped Marcus overthrow the rule of Tibius. Treat.)

"Warriors? You are finally here. We have had enough time in this damn place where we have to endure the rat gasping in this dark and narrow night. Goldian, with a desire for freedom flashed in his eyes, said that it seemed that the identity arranged by Yulun Space for these contractors was the Republican rebels who sneaked into the slave prison.

"All gods are on it. May the sunshine of freedom always shine on you. The green grass in the suburbs is waiting for your leather boots." Nan Li answered solemnly.

Gordean listened to Nanli's answer, and his brown beard trembled. Obviously, he was extremely excited.

"But I think we should get rid of those devil's servants outside first," Nanli said with twinkling eyes.

Goldian, the anger on his face immediately disappeared, and was replaced by a solemn face. He waved his hand. All the slaves gathered back to back, holding weapons that could not be used as weapons, such as the feet of the bed, and strange iron products, which may be less than an inch long, but nothing can be better than these. Simple weapons can give them a sense of security.

"Warning, the Roman warrior has arrived and will appear in ten seconds."

"Ten"

Nine

......

"Three"

"Two"

"One"

After seeing the whole shared information of the spiritual specialty contractor, Beilu was moved. He remembered the beard who claimed to be Nanbatian and taught him how to check the skills. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on the wheel with three crossbars in his right hand.

Sure enough, Bei Lu saw his own skills.

Discover the true eye LV1 (proficientness 0/10000): instant skills, no skill cooling time, perhaps there are really eyes in the world that can see the past and the future, highly focused on the eyes, there is a 30% chance to obtain character and item information (the novice world has a bonus), use it once, eliminate It consumes five points of mental strength; with this skill, there is a very low probability of predicting a crisis, which is affected by mental strength.

Bei Zhe was preparing to use this skill. Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps brushing the ground outside like a gust of autumn wind blowing through the field. Bei Zhe listened for a moment, and his face changed in an instant, and the number of people came was more than 30!!