A few days passed and it was time for the forging duel.
The Dwarven King hadn't held back at all when it came to preparing for this forging duel.
The location that he had found…was the stadium in the center of the capital.
This was the stadium that was used for the most important ceremonies of the Dwarven Kingdom, but now it was being used for a forging duel.
That was the power of the Dwarven King.
As long as he willed it, he could make almost anything happen in this kingdom.
When Drogath arrived, he had an ugly expression on his face.
After all, he never expected this matter to blow up this much.
But since it had reached this point, he had no choice but to face it.
At the center of the arena was his opponent waiting for him along with the Dwarven King.
Seeing the two of them, he couldn't help knitting his brows again.