“This is impossible.”

In the Gladiator's lounge, after listening to Ashul's story, many Gladiators expressed disbelief.

"I went to the Roman carriage with Batitas this time."

Although the Syrians are very poor in strength, their minds are very flexible.

He calmly explained, "Batitas spent a lot of money, and even spent all the borrowed money. Crassus did not give him a chance to meet him. General Grebo met him, but he laughed at him as just a poor noble in the countryside of Capua and was not qualified to talk to him about cooperation."

"Grebow said that unless Batitas can show his own value, no matter how many gifts you give, it will be useless."

Some gladiator asked in confusion, "We are the greatest value of Batitas, why did he let us all die?"

"In the eyes of the nobles, ability, power and wealth are the real manifestations of value."

Li Xiang continued the words, "Batitas wants to show his abilities to Grebo, so he wants to kill all his opponents. If he wants to become the king of Capua, he has to arrange a big scene to beat the opponents in one go. It can only be the cruelest large-scale killing game. After everything is over, he will become the richest and most powerful person in Capua. At the same time, he has fully proved his ability."

Ashul followed and said, "That's how it is. In fact, in Batitas's eyes, the only truly valuable gladiator is Spartacus. In the random killing game, he will only be the winner. In Batitas' eyes, we are just stepping stones for him to take Spartacus to Rome."

“This is simply crazy.”

The coach kept shook his head, "I want to go and ask the master for a clear question."

Cres blocked the door directly, "You can't go out."

Others also reacted that if the coach asked Batitas to question it, it would mean that the matter was exposed directly.

"Don't ask him."

Li Xiang got up and shouted at everyone who was about to take action, "Tonight, Batitas entertained the Capua nobles in the mansion. If he wants to do big things, he must have the investment and support of these people. What is going on? Just wait until he announces the random killing situation."

In the final analysis, what gladiators fear the most is the random killing game, which is a bloody battlefield where everyone can only survive without ending.

Everyone has seen Li Xiang's strength, and everyone knows it very well. If they really get into a random killing game, the only one who can survive is Li Xiang.

The abandoned anger and the fear of death have left all gladiators on the verge of a volcanic eruption.

As night fell, many nobles in the city were invited to the mansion to attend the banquet.

Without any surprise, Batitas announced in public that he would hold a big scene of a random killing.

The only coach who was qualified to appear here, heard this from Batitas's mouth and almost collapsed.

He doesn't have to go to the arena to participate in the life-and-death battle because he is the coach. Even if he only takes Li Xiang to Rome City, the coach is a must.

The nobles were first shocked by Batiatas' decision, and then their bloodthirsty fanaticism was aroused, and they all screamed wildly.

A large group of gladiators fought wildly, and in the end one could only leave alive.

Such a magnificent and bloody scene, the aristocrats were filled with blood.

The night sky was covered with dark clouds, the night wind roared and dust whistled by. The air was so stuffy that it was crazy, and it was about to rain.

The coach came to the Gladiators' lounge in a daze.

The master's words echoed in his mind, "Onoma Mos, I'm not crazy, but I've seen the real future clearly. In Rome, if you want to go to power and truly carry forward the family, you must do whatever you want. As for the gladiators, they are all slaves of the Batiatas family. If I let them die, they must die, and they must die in value!"

Such cruel words completely shattered the coach's loyalty.

It is true that they are slaves, and this cannot be denied.

But the problem is that the reason why they became slaves was not because Batitas was so charming, but because they were afraid of death!

Being a slave is for survival, but when there is no way out, you still want to expect the slaves to be obedient. That is definitely a brain-breaking thing to eat too much.

The coach wants to understand his master.

I found many reasons and excuses for him, such as being stimulated, frightened by assassination, being forced to be angry, being angry, etc.

But no matter how he explains, he wants to use the lives of all the gladiators as stepping stones to a higher level, but the essence will not change.

Batiatus may feel that it is absolutely true that he is willing to take his coach to Rome City with his coach. He will definitely be grateful and will continue to work for himself until he dies.

The only thing this very smart slave owner didn't consider was that the coach and the gladiators had already been passionately engaged in training together for years.

He could not accept it even if he had watched the gladiators die so much.

The crackling sound gradually became dense, and the long-planned rain finally fell.

The raindrops are getting denser and the wind is getting stronger.

The strong wind mixed with rain broke into the gladiators' lounge through the gaps.

The wind blew the oil lamp, and the erratic firelight drove the strong figures of the gladiators to shake continuously.

"What the hell is going on!"

An impatient gladiator could not stand the coach's silence, so he stepped forward and roared and asked about the situation.

"Is this still necessary to ask?"

Li Xiang, sitting on a long chair, shook his feet casually, "You will know when he doesn't say a word after he comes in."

Gannicks stepped forward and stood in front of the coach with his head down, "Do you really want us to die?"

The coach raised his head and looked at Gannicks, and nodded slightly after a moment.

Now the entire lounge is in full swing.

Gladiators all have their own thoughts in their hearts, so that they can endure pain and humiliation to be slaves.

After all, it's just to be able to survive.

Now that even this last hope has been shattered, the gladiators are naturally in despair.

Even if the rabbit is anxious, it will take a few bites. What's more, these gladiators who live on the verge of life and death.

After the initial madness and catharsis, the gladiators who gradually calmed down all looked at Li Xiang.

"Spartacus." Cres walked over and asked in a deep voice, "What's your solution."

Li Xiang, who had been calm and right, stood up.

He first looked at Vero, "Do you remember our bet?"

"I've never forgotten."

Then he looked at the Thracian, "Do you still remember what you promised me?"

"Remember."

Finally turned to Cres "Where are you?"

"Listen to you."

Li Xiang nodded slowly and looked around the many gladiators with ferocious expressions, "Do you want to live?"

The answer to this question is very simple. No one is willing to die when he is alive.

"So that's the case."

Li Xiang picked up a wooden sword for training and waved it in his hand, "Then pick up the sword and use the sword in his hand to fight for our own way of life!"

Amidst an unspeakable silence, the Thracians were the first to step forward and stood behind Li Xiang.

Following this is Vero and Cres, then Gannicks and more gladiators.

Li Xiang has arranged it for so long, and now it is finally time to gain.

"Since the Romans did not give us a way to live, we will send them to see God of Death. The east wind blows and the war drums beat. Who is afraid of whom in this world!"

"That's right!"

“It’s right!”

"The Romans also have one head and two eyes, nothing scary!"

"Hey, I'm Roman too."

Vero rolled his eyes, "But I am willing to join you. Many of the civilians in Rome cannot survive."

The dagger in his hand pulled a sword flower, and Li Xiang walked towards the door with a smile on his lips, "Let's go, let's go and ask Batitas if he wants to participate in the mansion's massacre."

Gladiator riots are nothing new, and they can even be said to appear frequently.

In order to prevent this risk, there will be enough security forces in places with high levels of danger like the Gladiator training ground.

Not only were the places where the gladiators lived were locked, but well-equipped guards were also patrolling.

But these vigilant forces are nothing in front of Li Xiang.

Through the fence, he reached out to the guards who were hiding from the rain not far away, and pulled him into his hand with impulse.

Cut off your neck, reach out to remove the key of the waist loop and open the door.

The red-eyed gladiators rushed towards the mansion like a group of tigers leaving the fence.

Thunder, rain, wind, sounds, sounds are heard.

Shouts, crying, crying, and deathly.

The wind and rain covered up many sounds, and Batiatas, who was laughing and drinking, seemed to hear some movement.

Before he could react, a blushing nobleman came over with a laugh and pulled him to drink together.
To be continued...