Chapter 182: Fallen Dragon Sword Saint

Gray Rock Castle.

Thorvin pushed open the stone door and walked into the council hall, only to find it already full of people.

The upper echelon of Gray Rock Castle were gathered around a massive oak long table, cups in hand, whispering amongst themselves.

Of course, a Dwarf's "whisper" was no different from a full-throated shout to any race with normal hearing.

A cacophony of rough voices blended together, making the hall as noisy as ever.

Thorvin's gaze swept across the hall, and he quickly found two familiar figures in the middle of the long table.

He strode over and sat in an empty seat beside Hagrid and Knut.

The moment his rear touched the chair, he eagerly asked them, "Is the news confirmed?"

Knut put down his cup, wiped his mouth haphazardly, and grumbled, "How could news this sensational be fake?"