Chapter 117 Thirty-six

Two years later.

"Your majesty, king Balor is holding a tournament, the strongest man will be rewarded a title and a large piece of land."

Draven turned in the direction of the soldier who'd just entered into the training ground. Over the years they'd recruited many slaves from different regions over sea to their army, growing in size. But so had king Balor. They still couldn't win regardless of