Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 45 Alien Species
The chains on Kalon's body were replaced with magic alchemical creations, the Magic Ring. The Magic Ring not only suppressed magic power, but also issued a warning message and caused a strong explosion if it was forcibly removed. No matter how powerful a creature is, the inside of its body is always a relatively weak link.

When Caron stepped into the wide and long underground prison passage of the Colosseum, his first impression was that it was smelly, extremely smelly.

There were captives of various races here, now all of them had become desperate criminals in this arena. There were weak races like bugbears, centaurs, and gnolls, as well as once powerful races like orcs and elves, and many strange creatures that even Charon didn't recognize.

But without exception, those who can survive in this arena are the strongest warriors of each race, while the weak ones have long since turned into corpses or residue.

These particularly powerful gladiators would be assigned a stone chamber alone, while the weaker ones would be crowded together, but there would be no conflict between them because just surviving here would consume most of their energy.

The arrival of the baby dragons did not surprise the gladiators. Wandering between life and death had made them indifferent enough. The most curious thing they did was to take a few more glances at the baby dragons when they passed by the cell.

Although the young dragons have not grown up yet, the power of the dragon race is unquestionable, so each dragon is assigned a separate cell.

As for Charon, the strongest young dragon, his cell is at the end of this passage. There are ten of the widest cells here, specially prepared for those gladiators with particularly huge bodies, but currently only three cells are occupied by gladiators.

Although the faces of the three gladiators were hidden in the shadows under the light, Charon's excellent dragon vision still allowed him to see their true identities: a werewolf, a vampire, and a centaur.

These three gladiators of different races all had strong fluctuations of power, even stronger than the power Will Clarence had when he gathered everyone.

But the power of the Centaur is obviously much more obscure, and the fluctuations of power are also looming. If you don't pay attention, you will think he is just an ordinary warrior.

They might be powerful warriors who were captured because of the failure of the war, Kallon guessed casually in his mind and stepped into the prison.

"Hey, the dragons were also captured," the vampire in the shadows appeared under the light and laughed, "It seems that the mother dragon Tiamat doesn't care about her creations, not even her favorite red dragon."

Kalon was not angry, because he had no idea of believing in Tiamat. He just said sarcastically, "Weren't your vampire ancestors also powerful demigods who were active in this world? Why didn't they favor you vampires?"

The vampire shrugged indifferently. "I don't know where that old thing died. Maybe he was killed by someone a long time ago. The ancestors of the werewolves haven't appeared for hundreds of years. Maybe these two old guys died together."

The fine scales between Charon's brow wrinkled. The ancestors of vampires and werewolves were both demigods who had been active in the world of Ekania. Although there was a feud between the two races, it was hard for him to believe that two powerful demigods would perish together.

Thinking about the fact that the five-colored dragons are too lazy to pray to the evil dragon god Tiamat, it is said that the metal dragon god Bahamut has not made any oracle for hundreds of years, and the powerful demigod ancestors of those races have gradually disappeared, this kind of thing always gives Charon a strange feeling.

Charon shook his heavy head. The powerful soul power of the ogre giant had been giving him feedback. His soul always felt full recently, so his head always felt particularly heavy.

He didn't think about it any more. There were no more clues in this matter, and it would be useless to speculate more. His top priority now was to think about what to do next.

His mental energy vortex has accumulated enough energy for the next test after this period of time, but he currently has no relatively safe place and enough time to strengthen it. Perhaps he should strengthen it bit by bit, so that he doesn't have to spend a lot of time falling asleep. Caron closed his eyes and ignored the vampire who seemed to have a strong desire to talk. He had to sort out his thoughts.

Such a night, when Charon woke up from his sleep, the servants of the Colosseum had already opened the small door made of fine steel and carried in a whole tied up live bull.

However, the servants were obviously trembling with fear. Although they were also warriors with strong fighting ability, even if the dragon was bound by the magic ring, it would be effortless for its powerful body to kill them.

But Karon did not do so. It was meaningless. He had observed when he came in that the arena was heavily guarded. Every lamp outside was inlaid with magic crystals, and every stand was a node of a huge magic circle. He was not sure he could escape from here.

What's more, the arena is located close to the center of the city, which is a prosperous area of the city. Once any noise is made, it will easily attract the guarding legions and mages. He only has one chance to try.

If it weren't for the magic circles hidden on the stone walls of these cells, perhaps he could have tried to stage a dragon's redemption.

Charon shook his head and looked at the cell next to him. Perhaps these three powerful aliens could also be his helpers. No one wanted to live in a cell that could only be lit by lights forever. And those imprisoned gladiators would be good cannon fodder.

"Hey, Red Dragon, how about sharing some of your food with me? I like fresh food." The werewolf was obviously not satisfied that his food was just two dead chickens. He walked to the gate made of fine steel. His tall body was nearly four meters tall, and his silver hair was tangled and covered with many scars. He looked like a down-and-out wolfhound.

These humans really think of me as a wild beast that likes to eat raw animals. Looking at the yellow cow with wide eyes on the ground, Karon was subconsciously trying to refuse the werewolf's request.

But he suddenly thought of something, he looked at the werewolf and said: "You want food, okay, let's make a deal. What do you think is the most important thing to win a fight?"

"Of course it's strength. Use naked force to tear the enemy into pieces, and then take out the enemy's heart." The werewolf showed a mouth full of fangs, and the sharp claws hidden under the thick hairy palms popped out. It was obvious that the werewolf was a power worshiper.

"Forget it, Red Dragon, don't waste your food. It's better to throw it to this stinky dog than to feed it to the dog." The vampire was very dissatisfied with the werewolf's words and choked and shouted, "It's skills, gorgeous attack skills and evasion skills. You will always encounter enemies who are stronger than you. Without skills, you will be trampled underfoot like that stinky dog."

These two alien species with a feud are fighting again. It seems that the life trapped here has not completely worn away their temperaments.

"Wrong, it's the control ability. Strong body control ability is the foundation of becoming a strong person. Control is the key to victory. Even if you are injured, you can still exert strong combat power." The Centaur Warrior said, "Red Dragon, give me the food. What these two idiots said is not correct."

"You're talking bullshit," the vampire and the werewolf retorted in unison.

Tsk, the Centaur sneered in a meaningless way, "I am stronger than you!"

(End of this chapter)