CHAPTER 424: EN ROUTE TO THE COLOSSEUM (2/2)
“Master…” Jezsere’s eyes almost teared up at that moment. “Jezsere loves her master!”
Hearing her childishly confess her love to me, I couldn’t help but kiss her gently on her head. Having done that, I turned around to face a Paliseth that was giving me a conflicted look right now. My eyes narrowed sharply as I addressed this old hag that still retained the looks of a teenage girl. “Jez is mine, if you or anyone else tries to bully her… believe me, you wouldn’t want to deal with the consequences.”
Now that I was the godson of the Spider Queen, the entire Dark Elf race basically belonged to me. In some sense, whatever I said could be interpreted as the will of the Spider Queen.
Naturally, Paliseth wouldn’t dare show any disrespect to such a person. “Don’t worry, your holiness, I’ll make sure to look after her from now on…”
“You’d better remember what you said today. Don’t disappoint me.” I curled my lips to the corner. “If I ever find out that you bullied her…”
“Yes… I won’t disappoint you, your holiness.”
Time flew by in an instant and it didn’t take long before we found ourselves at the colosseum.
The structure itself consisted of a gigantic empty ring with towering audience stands on all sides. In fact, if one were to look carefully, one could make out what looked like VIP booths in the distance. However, whether it was the audience stands, the VIP booths, the tunnels or the stairs that led up to them, they were all carved out of the cave wall.
Honestly, I really had to hand it to these Elves. Putting aside all the rooms and halls I had passed by on the way here, this gigantic ring coming in at over one hundred meters must have taken considerable effort to dig out. Being as obsessed with beauty as one would expect any Elf to be, the VIP booths were also filled with all manner of intricately decorated furniture. Even the stairs that led to these stands were decorated with care. For example, on the back of every stone chair was a disturbingly lifelike spider carving while the tunnels were lined with dragons breathing fire. As for the stairways, they were lined with carvings depicting Dark Elven war history… In short, everything had to be beautiful for these Elves.
Under Paliseth’s guidance, we were quickly brought to a neatly carved out booth. Not long after entering this booth, a bunch of Dark Elven maids bearing refreshments entered the room as well. One by one, they laid down their platters until the table was full.
The food of the Dark Elves was a lot more varied than I had initially thought based on what they brought in. But this did not really surprise me much seeing as they often ambushed travelling caravans. The amount of loot they accumulated over the years was nothing to scoff at. In some sense, the region inhabited by the Dark Elves was akin to a Silk Road for the humans in the Western Human Realms. As long as the money was good, there would always be merchants daring enough to risk the journey.
The Dark Elves knew of this fact as well. That was why they would sometimes let some caravans through unharmed. By doing so, they would give the false impression that certain caravans were more successful than others, and then…
Honestly, everyone must have had that moment or two when they were young and thought that whatever they did was always right… till they messed up badly anyway…
Other than looting caravans, the Dark Elves also had their own farms and ranches. Amongst the races they kept captive, there was a lower-tiered race known as Duergars; they were the ones responsible for rearing the animals. The meats in the Underdepths were exactly what you would expect of a subterranean environment: dank. For example, one of the main sources of meat was the meat of the Rendworm, a creature similar to an extremely long earthworm but actually tasted great.
In terms of agriculture, the Duergars had more to look after. Whatever melons, seeds, shrooms and plants that could survive underground were basically tended to by the Duergars.
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The Duergars were outwardly frail looking and resembled a Gnome. However, what distinguished them from a Gnome was their hair. A Gnome was bald while Duergars naturally had a mohawk.
The colosseums of the Dark Elves were open twenty four hours. Other than providing Dark Elves with an opponent of their choice to fight with, there were other forms of entertainment as well. At times, slave gladiators were pitted against starving magical beasts. Other times, they were set against other slave gladiators.
Right now, there was a thirty or so year old human male old facing off against a wolf-type magical beast that had to at least be 1.5m meters tall when standing.
This human was extremely muscular and wielded a gigantic hammer like a toy in the ring. With how fast he was swinging that weapon around, even water couldn’t break through his defenses.
His opponent was extremely quick, but it was no use. The wolf-like creature threw out multiple Windblades at the human but those were quickly smacked down by the spinning hammer. And with that gigantic hammer bearing ever closer to it, the wolf was slowly backed into the corner. Even so, it dared not risk that spinning hammer.