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You can search for this medieval method of treatment. Forgot to read an article. A king in Europe was first bled, then his head was burnt, and he was treated with goat **, etc., and finally went to see God. ...

Wen Lin: It's outrageous!

Chapter Four

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 bloody 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 swayed through the narrowness of the way.

space

It 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, his 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, bloody and violent torture was being staged in the open space. Kill, shocking.

A large number of wolves surrounded and killed dozens of people, the scattered stumps, the internal organs flowing 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.

She opened her eyes again, her restrained sharpness and 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,"