In the palace, in the arena.
The round arena made of boulders was like a mini version of the ancient Roman Colosseum. In the middle was a wide-open space with neat open seats around it. There were also many exquisite stone houses dedicated to protecting the nobles.
When Chu Xiaoye and the others followed the palace guards here, the honorable elf queen was sitting in the luxuriously decorated stone house, munching on melon seeds and watching the performance on the ground. Her slender face covered in powder was filled with excitement.
In the open space, a mutated bull with a fiery red body and three sharp horns on its head was fighting an orc to the death.
The orc had horns on his forehead, green skin, and fangs. He held a spear and was rather agile. He had already pierced many bloody holes in the furious bull.