Erathia's ban on the Colosseum and the slave catchers did not make the deathmatch disappear, but the venue where the deathmatch took place was officially moved to Titalia.

The gathering place of xenomorph creatures is not subject to Erathia's control, and compared to those knights, the beast tamers here and the original mages are too talkative.

Xenomorphs have a different kind of enthusiasm for the conduct of deathmatch, even more fanatical than the human lords who are keen on this way. In the bodies of these xenomorphic creatures, there is blood flowing with a desire to fight, and the existence of a death match undoubtedly unleashes their nature.

As early as when the Colosseum had not been expelled by Erathia, in some remote areas of the continent, such as Titaria at this time, the Colosseum was extremely prosperous, and although the gold harvested was not as large as the Colosseum in Erathia, the number of xenomorphic creatures that came to watch it far exceeded that of the nobles who were qualified to watch it in Erathia.

After being expelled from Erathia, the Colosseum simply existed in Tytaria, and even so, every time a deathmatch occurred, there were still quite a few Elassian nobles who came to watch, and more importantly, to place bets on the players they thought were the most likely to win.

Whether it was the death match in the Colosseum, or the other activities that the audience was doing while watching, Rhodes was not very interested.

If it weren't for the treasure that Rhodes needed, which happened to be on the "First Warrior" of the Colosseum, he wouldn't have come here at all.

Glancing towards the Colosseum below, Rhodes also had a rough idea of the situation.

On the periphery of the Colosseum, in the open space connected to it, all kinds of iron cages of different sizes were lying crookedly to the side at this time, many of them were deep in the mud, but no living creatures were seen.

After noticing this, Rhodes turned his gaze to the ongoing deathmatch.

According to Savina, when it left Mosinko, a medium-sized deathmatch was being prepared here.

In a deathmatch of this scale, there will be no high-level creatures that are ridiculously strong, and werewolves with many deathmatch experience have a great possibility to participate in it and achieve the ultimate victory.

Savina didn't have much doubt that the werewolves would win, and Rhodes could feel Savina's reverence for the werewolves who had won one after another in the deathmatch, as if this primitive killing could also pique Savina's interest.

Rhodes, who understands how the Colosseum works, understands better than Savina's idea of what the title of "First Warrior" means.

When the name of the First Champion is known to more creatures, and every game, a large number of creatures bet gold on it, it is not far from death.

The scene that happened in front of him also made Rhodes realize that the first warrior he was looking for was likely to be in the middle of this halfway battle to the death.

Looking downward, after a brief search, Rhodes fixed his gaze on a werewolf shaking a hammer.

The huge physique of the werewolf makes it difficult for Rhode not to pay attention to it, and among the few large creatures in the field, only this werewolf exists, which is in line with Rhodes's impression of becoming a werewolf.

"It's the 'First Warrior' Maiser."

Also noticing the existence of the werewolf, Savina, who was next to Rod, took the initiative to say, which confirmed Rod's thoughts.

What made Rod a little concerned was that along the way, Savina was extremely familiar with the existence of the Colosseum, and in some details, it even surpassed herself with memories of her previous life, and it seemed that she was a frequent visitor to the Colosseum.

Before Rod could answer Savina's words, another voice in his ear disturbed his thoughts.

"I wonder what His Excellency Necromancer came to Mosinko to deal with?"

Rod's arrival had already alarmed the creatures in the city, and it had an extremely serious impact on the deathmatch that occurred below.

Some creatures felt a burst of horror in their hearts after perceiving the ghost dragon above the Colosseum, and they were full of flaws in the battle, and there were also a few creatures that were not affected by the arrival of the ghost dragon in the slightest, but seized the opportunity of the opponent to reveal the broken formation, so that they had a great advantage.

In Rod's sight, the werewolf below is undoubtedly an existence like the latter, and its battle is not affected by the ghost dragon in the slightest.

Fighting with the werewolf, it was a larger ogre, perhaps because of the appearance of the ghost dragon, which distracted the ogre a lot, but it was just a shake of the god, the chain hammer in the hand of the werewolf, and hit the ogre's chest, two iron balls with spikes, which instantly caused several rows of extremely deep blood holes to appear on the ogre's body.

For this result, the werewolf's heart was not satisfied, if it wasn't for the luck of the ogre in front of him, he reacted when the chain hammer was approaching, and the thorn ball should have hit its head.

"I'm Bazel, the head of the guard, and the beast tamer is already on his way, so if you don't have anything important to deal with, please don't interfere with the deathmatch."

The words in his ears again made Rod look away.

Not far from the ghost dragon, a two-legged wyvern appeared in the sky, and standing behind the two-legged wyvern was a lizardman with a longbow on his back, who was also the person he was talking to at this time.

Moshinko's reaction was much slower than Rhodes expected, until he found the first warrior in the Colosseum, and the guards in the town responded, and it seemed that the only person who could come to the sky was the lizardman riding a flying dragon in front of him.

In Rod's impression, this situation would hardly happen on the territory of Erathia, and in the city-states of Erathia, there were specialized griffin guards to deal with the emergence of such a situation.

Looking at the lizardman in front of him, the tiny blue scales covering its face, at first glance, Rhodes couldn't tell the difference between it and Savina, except for the difference in size.

Unable to discern the lizardman's facial features, Rhodes was able to confirm its true state from its reactions.

The bipedal wyvern that the lizardman was riding, keenly aware of the danger, was reluctant to continue flying when it was still some distance away from the ghost dragon, and instead began to hover nearby.

Rhodes had no intention of talking to him, seeing that he could not get more information from the lizardman's body, Rhodes raised his hand, and the cloud of death instantly enveloped the lizardman, along with the bipedal wyvern under it.

Ignoring the erosion of the cloud of death, Rhodes turned his gaze to the werewolf beneath him as he fell towards the lizardmen and wyvern falling below.