It took some time for the others to wake up, but when they did, and Arthur explained the situation, fear was all over their faces.

“We are dogs fighting for them now? Fuck.” Laeroth said as he punched the cell’s wall.

“Listen, this cell is strange and prevents us from using magic, but once we are out there fighting, we can devise an escape plan. I’m sure almost all dark race creatures will watch the fight, so our scouting mission will be done instantly.” Arthur said.

Different from them, he was not anxious about the upcoming gladiator thing. If he used his dragon transformation, those cell bars would not hold against his attacks.

The only reason he did not do it was that he still needed to complete his mission. Why not go with the flow?

Inside the damp cell, they stood there talking about many things.

Folen, who barely talked at all, shared many of his experiences when younger, and Arthur had to hold his astonishment as he heard them.

“These people are all freaking old!”

When compared to humans, elves lived way longer, and these three that looked like their early twenties were older than a century.

Now that Arthur thought about it, how old did they think he was? Considering Arthur was the strongest ‘elf’ in their kingdom, it must surely be old, right?

If only they did, they knew Arthur was barely 19 years old.

“I don’t know the exact day of my birthday, as the calendar is different here. I’ll add one year of age after the new year celebration.” Arthur thought.

Their chatting lasted quite a while, but the traitor general came again.

“Move, now! Try nothing funny. The place is swarming with enemies.”

He used a type of handcuff in all of them, which was not that useful as Arthur could break it quickly, but anyway.

They left the basement area where the cells were, going upstairs towards another room. Arthur quickly came to the understanding that they were inside the castle.

“Give me your weapons.”

The elves delivered their weapons to them, but Arthur did not. He kept all of his weapons inside his magical pouch, and for them, those small pouches were only accessories, and they did not mind them at all.

“Go inside.”

There were so many doors inside the castle, and one of these doors led to an open area that looked precisely like a coliseum. Arthur and the elves went to a separate room where all the fighters waited.

Inside that room were other elves, humans, vampires, and many different races, some from the dark races themselves.

Arthur guessed these were most likely traitors sentenced to fight for the rest of their lives or until they perished in combat.

They only gazed at Arthur for a second before turning away. For them, it was a common sight to see new prisoners.

“More fighters? What a pity. Welcome to your worst nightmare.” One human said.

While these people were concerned about the fights and thought if they would die that day, Arthur was as calm as a river. He did not know anyone inside that arena would pose a threat to him.

Perhaps only the high-ups in charge of the dark races in Drakonia would stand a chance, and that was thinking high of the enemy.

Arthur had his dragon transformation, his new sword from Merethyl, his great spells, and the strange sword that drove him mad.

If he used all that, few people could stand in his way.

He put these thoughts to the back of his head and picked a corner in that room to sit and wait for his next fight, which turned out to be the next one.

“You, come with me.”

A vampire entered the room, pointed toward Arthur, and asked him to follow him.

He did not ask his name, his fighting name, or anything like that. No one except Arthur’s squad knew he was the sole king of the elves.

If the dark races knew about that, his value would rise to the skies.

Arthur followed that vampire to the exit that led to the arena, where countless creatures watched from the bleachers, craving for blood.

“Chose a weapon.”

Many weapons were displayed in front of Arthur, and he chose the enormous sword there, which weighed a lot.

“I don’t know if you lift that one, but be my guest. It does not matter; you will die today.”

The door behind Arthur closed, and he was now trapped inside the arena with only his clothes and a two-handed sword. He did not know if it was good or not.

A cage opened on the other side of the arena, and a beast emerged. The arena ground trembled after each step of that creature.

It looked like a lion with two heads and three eyes, and the tail was a snake.

“Is this a type of manticore or something?” Arthur thought.

That creature had a level of 30, which was nothing in Arthur’s eyes, but he would try his best to make the fight look hard, or else the creatures there would notice something was off with him.

The lion scanned the arena after the cage was open, and when he saw that tiny little elf with a sword in his hands, he rushed towards it with all his might.

A couple of seconds was more than enough for the lion to reach where Arthur was, pouncing at him with his mouth open, trying to bite off his head.

For Arthur, that attack was almost in slow motion, but he avoided it at the last second, making it look like an arduous task.

“Eat him, eat the elf!” someone yelled.

The crowd was getting more excited about the fight, and that was shown by the way they acted.

It was a mere show for them, so it was not wrong for Arthur to act, right?

Arthur rolled to the side to avoid the attack, stopping right behind the lion. He firmly gripped his sword and dashed towards it, sending his attack.