章 62: The Scarlet Blood Clot II

After a few minutes of celebrating with the spectators, Adall left the arena and headed towards the goblin king's quarters. Having inquired a bit about its location beforehand, he knew exactly where to go.

However, he wasn't the only one deserting the party, as one of the most prominent spectators had already done so long before he thought of doing it. It was Grimgar who, after maintaining an unshakeable calm throughout all the previous events, was now screaming in anger, overturning everything he could in his room in the cave.

His gaze was currently that of a murderer, and his face was so wrinkled that someone not used to being around him would have had difficulty recognizing him.

Why was he so angry?

It was because of the losses he had suffered during this edition of the Champion's Tournament.

So, was it because of Throk's death?

Of course not! Throk's life was worth even less to him than the sword and shield he had entrusted to him.