Chapter 4 Arena
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“Wake up.”
“Wake up.”
Was awakened by Qin Xia for the second time The dispersed call echoed in his ears again, his consciousness gradually recovered, and his eyes gradually opened.
What catches the eye is the stone ceiling.
Underneath me is a cold stone bed.
Qin Xia turned around and saw a middle-aged man who was extremely strong by mortal standards, with a body as tall as a bear.
The middle-aged man, with a gray beard, sat in the corner of this cold metal room. After discovering that Qin Xia had woken up and was looking at him, his face showed obvious shock.
Then he quickly stood up, turned around, picked up a cup filled with turbid liquid from a broken stone table, and handed the cup to Qin Xia with an earnest look on his face.
This series of movements and expressions show the concern and kindness of this man as strong as a bear.
Although Qin Xia couldn't understand what he said when he handed over the cup, he could tell that the bear-like man in front of him had a kind heart.
Vaguely, Qin Xia's psychic talent also told him this about his judgment of the man in front of him.
"I don't understand what you said." Qin Xia pointed to her ears, and then shook her head.
But he had a way of understanding the language of the person in front of him and everyone else.
"Please sit down." Qin Xia said.
Although his words cannot be understood by the person in front of him, his tone and body movements when speaking will make the other person understand his gentle attitude and his requirements. In this language-impaired situation, speech is just a habit.
As Qin Xia patted the floor in front of him, the friendly middle-aged man who was as strong as a bear sat down without knowing why.
The two sat facing each other.
Qin Xia raised her right arm, pointed her left hand at it, and looked at the person in front of her with questioning eyes.
The latter's expression and eyes were equally confused, but he could feel that Qin Xia was a gentle person, so he raised an eyebrow and nodded in confusion.
Qin Xia put his hand on the middle-aged man's head.
"My lord."
As Qin Xia began to search his memory for things he would use, a conversation lingered in his ears.
Those were the words he talked with the think tank of the White Scars.
"What should we do if we need to communicate with locals when performing tasks, but the official language of the empire has not spread there?"
This is Qin Xia's question.
"You think too much. Don't worry about translation. We have plenty of ways, whether it's a translation device or a guide. If you really can't help it, just use your brain. But if you don't have to do it, don't do it."< br>
This is the think tank’s answer.
Then the think tank added: "I can teach you a method that belongs to us psychics, if this can make you feel at ease on this issue."
Qin Xia recalled that conversation and the methods the think tank said.
This is a method similar to brain reading.
The talents of psykers are different, and the expertise in certain fields brought by talents are also different.
Some psykers are good at prophecy, and some psykers are gifted with reading other people's minds.
Qin Xia can’t read minds. In fact, he doesn't know which field his psychic talent is specialized in, but he can learn and his learning ability is very strong.
As the desires of both parties sitting face to face to communicate were traced and exploited, and due to extremely close contact and other reasons, Qin Xia read the part about communication from the other party's head.
Every sentence the person in front of me has said since childhood, every word he has learned, they are extracted as special memory parts for Qin Xia to understand.
Then Qin Xia learned the local language. "As you can see, I'm not from here." Qin Xia moved his hand away, stood up and saluted the man in front of him, "Thank you for your trust, kindness, and cooperation during our first meeting. Otherwise, I couldn't Master your local language."
"I can see that you are a wizard." The man stood up and shook his head with a smile, "There is no need to thank us, we gladiators just want each other. Help, otherwise we won’t be able to survive even half a day in this hellish place.”
Qin Xia nodded and looked at the man in front of him again.
"Honor Mammoth." The man introduced himself.
Qin Xia tilted his head slightly when he heard the name. The name felt so familiar to him that he fell into memories and forgot to tell the other party his name.
Perhaps it was not the first time that Honor encountered someone who seemed unwilling to tell himself his family name, or perhaps he was very sympathetic to the vigilance of such people in trouble, so he did not ask for the person's name, but just He turned around and motioned for Qin Xia to follow him.
The two left the cave-like room and came to a larger cave.
Men and women in tattered clothes were scattered throughout the cave. Some looked at Qin Xia's physique with vigilance and curiosity, some cast friendly glances, and some cast bloodthirsty and hateful glances.
“I was surprised when you first woke up because you were the only one who could wake up within a day after being anesthetized and caught here.”
“Didn’t you hear this before? He understands our language, so the slave-catching team that came to capture you shouldn’t be able to tell you what you were captured for.”
Hono walked in front and came to the fence window in the north of the cave.
“This is a gladiatorial arena, and we are all slaves captured for gladiatorial combat.”
"..."
Qin Xia didn't listen to a word of what Onuo said. He was contemplating the problems in his head.
He is the only one who can wake up within a day after taking anesthesia... Qin Xia is not surprised. He has long discovered that when he falls into a deep sleep, there will always be a voice calling him to wake up. Even if it's just taking a nap.
As for this place.
After the anesthesia took effect, after seeing the prophecy from the things that touched the slave-catching team, he instantly understood where this place was and what he would encounter.
This is a place called Nuceria.
The Nucerians loved gladiatorial combat very much, and they would capture slaves and send them to the gladiatorial arena.
The convoy we met earlier was a professional slave catching team that captured people and sent them to the arena.
As for why the anesthetic would take effect on an Astartes... Let alone an Astartes, even a Primarch would still be numbed after being hit with Nukairi.
Qin Xia didn't care about what Honor said. He only had two questions that needed to be answered now.
One: Onomamus. The name sounds familiar, but I just can't remember where I've heard it before.
Two: The slave-catching team that I encountered earlier was killed by me, so how did I get sent to the arena?
At the moment when he passed out, Qin Xia hoped that he would still be in the desert when he woke up, instead of waking up directly in the arena.
“I can’t believe that for someone as strong as you, who is also a wizard, the slave-catching team members who sent you into the arena didn’t even have a single scratch on their skin,” Honor said.
"Maybe the slave-catching team took advantage." Qin Xia shrugged.
This issue does not require an in-depth discussion.
Qin Xia walked to Honor, stood in front of the iron window and looked out.
Outside is the arena.
The huge arena could not be seen to the end. The audience sat in the auditorium surrounding the center of the arena and cheered.
In the area isolated by the energy wall in the center of the arena, a gladiatorial fight was going on.
Qin Xia's eyes were instantly attracted to one of the gladiators.
That was a boy who still looked very young, but he was already very tall, making him look childish, except for the frightened and confused expression on his face.
"Angron." Qin Xia murmured a name.
(End of this chapter)