Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 4 Arena

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"wake up."

"wake up."

The calling voice that Qin Xia had dispelled when he woke up for the second time echoed in his ears again. His consciousness gradually returned and his eyes gradually opened.

The first thing that comes into view is the stone ceiling.

Beneath him was 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 and strong as a bear.

The middle-aged man was sitting in the corner of the cold metal room, stroking his gray beard. When he found that Qin Xia had woken up and was looking at him, obvious astonishment appeared on his face.

Then he quickly stood up, turned around, picked up a cup full of turbid liquid from a broken stone table, and handed the cup to Qin Xia with an eager look on his face.

This series of actions and expressions showed the concern and friendliness of this man who was as strong as a bear.

Although Qin Xia couldn't understand what he said when he handed him the cup, he could see that this bear-like man in front of him had a kind heart.

Faintly, Qin Xia's psychic talent also told him his judgment of the man in front of him.

"I don't understand what you are saying." Qin Xia pointed to his ears and shook his head.

But he had a way of understanding the language of the man in front of him, and everyone else.

"Please sit down." Qin Xia said.

Although his words could not be understood by the person in front of him, his tone and body movements while speaking would let the other party understand his gentle attitude and his requirements. In this situation where there is a language barrier, words are 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 his right arm, pointed at his right arm with his left hand, and looked at the person in front of him with an inquiring look.

The latter's expression and eyes were equally puzzled, but he could feel that Qin Xia should be a gentle person, so he raised one eyebrow and nodded in confusion.

Qin Xia put his hand on the middle-aged man's head.

"grown ups."

As Qin Xia began to search his memory for things he would need, a conversation lingered in his ears.

Those were the words he exchanged with the Librarian of the White Scars Chapter.

"If we need to communicate with the locals when we are on a mission, but the official language of the Empire is not popular there, what should we do?"

This is Qin Xia’s problem.

"You think too much. Don't worry about the translation. We have plenty of ways, whether it's translation devices or guides. If you really have no other options, just use your brain, but don't do it unless you have no other options."

This is the think tank’s answer.

Then the Librarian added: "I can teach you a method that belongs to us psychics, if it can make you feel at ease about this issue."

Qin Xia recalled the conversation and the methods the think tank had discussed.

This is a method similar to reading your brain.

Psychics have different talents, and the specialties that their talents bring to certain areas are also different.

Some psychics are good at prophecy, and some are born with the ability to read other people's minds.

Qin Xia couldn't read people's minds. In fact, he didn't know in which field his psychic talent was good, but he could learn, and he had a strong learning ability.

As the desire of both parties sitting face to face to communicate was traced and utilized, and because of the extremely close contact, Qin Xia read the part about communication from the other party's head.

Every sentence the person in front of him had ever said, every word he had ever learned, were extracted as special parts of memory for Qin Xia to understand.

Then Qin Xia learned the local language. "You can see that I'm not a local." 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 would not be able to master your local language."

"I can see that you are a wizard." The man stood up, smiled and shook his head, "No need to thank me, we gladiators have to help each other, otherwise we won't be able to survive in this damn place for half a day."

Qin Xia nodded and looked at the man in front of him again.

"Ono Mamos." The man introduced himself.

Qin Xia tilted his head slightly when he heard the name. He felt that the name sounded so familiar that he was so lost in memories that he forgot to tell the other person his own name.

Perhaps it was not the first time that Ono had encountered someone who seemed unwilling to introduce himself, or perhaps he could empathize with the vigilance of people in trouble, so he did not ask the other person's name, but turned around and motioned 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 of them looked at Qin Xia's physique with vigilance and curiosity, some cast kind glances, and some cast bloodthirsty and hateful glances.

"I was surprised when you just woke up because you are the only one who was drugged and caught here and woke up within a day."

"You didn't understand our language before, so the slave-catching team that captured you probably couldn't tell you what you were captured for."

Ono walked ahead and came to the barred window in the north of the cave.

"This is the arena, and we are all slaves captured to fight."

"..."

Qin Xia didn't hear a word Ono said. He was thinking about the problems in his mind.

He was the only one who could wake up within a day after taking the anesthesia... Qin Xia was not surprised. He had long discovered that when he fell into a deep sleep, there would always be a voice calling him to wake up, even when he was just taking a nap.

As for this place.

After the anesthetic took effect, after he touched the slave-hunting team's things and saw the prophecy, he instantly understood where this place was and what he would encounter.

This is a place called Nuceria.

The Nucerias were very fond of gladiatorial combat and would capture slaves and send them to the arena.

The caravan we encountered earlier was a professional slave-catching team that captured people and sent them to the arena.

As for why the anesthetic would work on an Astartes... let alone an Astartes, even a Primarch would still be knocked out by the anesthetic if he was injected with Nukeri.

Qin Xia didn't care about what Ono said. He only had two questions that needed to be answered.

1: Oenomamus. This name sounds familiar, but I just can't remember where I heard it.

2: The slave-hunting team that I encountered before had been killed by me, so how did I get sent to the arena?

At the moment of falling into coma, Qin Xia still hoped that he would wake up in the desert instead of waking up directly in the arena.

"I can't believe that you are such a strong man, and a wizard at that, but the slave-catching team that sent you into the arena didn't even have a scratch on their skin." said Ono.

"Maybe the slave-hunting team got the upper hand." Qin Xia shrugged.

There is no need to delve into this issue in great detail.

Qin Xia walked to Ono, stood in front of the iron window and looked out.

Outside is the arena.

The huge arena stretched as far as the eye could see, and the spectators sat in the seats surrounding the center of the arena, cheering.

And in the area in the center of the arena that was isolated by an energy wall, a fight was taking place.

Qin Xia's attention was instantly attracted by one of the gladiators.

He was a young boy who looked very immature, but he was already very tall, and the only thing that made him look immature was the look of fear and panic on his face.

"Angron." Qin Xia murmured a name.

(End of this chapter)