The Golem Mage Chapter 1078: Thoughts About The New Team.

Alec's name reverberated strongly across the arena while the enthusiastic fans in the Northern Kingdom audience repeated it over and over, their jubilation suggesting that they had already claimed triumph in the full competition.

At the same time, Alec kept his attention fixed on Takeda, despite Agnes noting that the observer was probably only a clone, yet he couldn't dispel the peculiar intuition that the actual Takeda could perhaps view everything via that projection.

And should that prove true, Alec desired for him to grasp one thing distinctly: inwardly, he was eagerly anticipating the chance to overcome him.

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Roughly two minutes afterward, Alec had departed the platform, proceeding via the identical passage his squad had taken to arrive before.

Though the combat area was tidied and the fighters had exited, the buzz of talks across the stadium persisted, up in the premium areas, the elite viewers were already deep in intense debates.

“At last, he's returned; let's discover what's fresh this round,” Dragov declared as he got to his feet.

The other members of the Bloodline Academy group stood alongside him, their faces showing keen curiosity, obviously they were also keen on clashing with the War God Mage Team.

From the Ember Citadel squad, though, just a single figure was there—the deputy leader, El-Masri.

She uttered nothing. Rather, she merely scowled then rose and moved toward the doorway, the events she had seen that day pressing heavily upon her thoughts.

During her walk, she continued assessing the odds of her group besting the remaining qualified squads.

In private, she had been wishing that the squad rising from the loser's group would turn out feeble, offering her team improved prospects of prevailing if they met in the semifinal matchup.

Yet inwardly, she had come to recognize a worrisome fact: the display she had just seen could indicate an even more formidable beast than she had expected.

After all, Alec had directly confronted a sorcerer against whom her whole team had labored intensely to overcome, even with meticulous plans and group effort. And he hadn't merely battled Ren...

He had triumphed.

Indeed, Titan could have played a part in leaving Ren debilitated for the confrontation, but El-Masri wouldn't allow that to obscure her evaluation, for she knew one irrefutable reality.

Her squad wouldn't only need to handle Alec; they would also confront his golem... Him along with the entirety of his companions.

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As the sorcerers who arrived solely to watch the bout started departing once they learned the identity of the fourth team, numerous other happenings continued on the initial and secondary premium tiers.

Upon the second premium tier, Old Man Alderic erupted in boisterous chuckles, too thrilled to hold back. On this occasion, nobody ventured to cut him off.

Even the Dean appeared pleased, since the War God Mage Academy had conquered two institutions simultaneously, a feat that required no further proof.

Through this, Alec had not just quashed any efforts to belittle their success, as labeling their victory as lackluster would also suggest the opponents they encountered were far inferior,

But they had secured qualification in a manner beyond reasonable dispute, having bested both rivals single-handedly rather than in a three-way clash.

In the meantime, the Northern Kingdom's ruler exited in fury, and shortly after, he entered his throne chamber, where a pair of sorcerers kneeled in his presence.

“Why the devil wasn't the news of Alec's return to the city relayed to me right away?” the King interrogated.

The duo of sorcerers shook with dread. Moments passed before one mustered the bravery to advance and respond.

“My King, I apologize profoundly; the space axis was activated quite late the previous evening, and our update came only this morning. Back then, we paid it little heed. It was solely upon reaching the arena and witnessing his arrival that we understood he had to be among those who activated the space axis overnight.”

Observing his partner speak, the other sorcerer hesitantly offered his justification.

“And... my King, you had earlier commanded us to avoid interrupting you at night no matter what, as that's when you retire with the queens in your harem.”

“Insolence!” The King bellowed instantly upon hearing it.

The pair of sorcerers promptly flattened their foreheads against the ground, quivering while pleading for clemency.

Although the King seethed at the remark, it also afforded him a pause to settle and reflect more rationally.

Had the tidings of Alec truly arrived so late into the night, he likely would have waved off the bearers prior to any opportunity for clarification.

In truth, should his temper have been fouler than typical, he might have commanded their immediate execution, and by morning he had already shared a meal with one of his queens prior to going directly to the arena.

Upon closer examination, he conceded there truly might have been no feasible method for them to contact him promptly.

“But if he returned... then what transpired in Estonia City?” the King inquired.

This follow-up query placed the two attendants in an even tighter spot, requiring them considerable time to compose their response, yet after close to ten minutes they managed to recount all they had gathered regarding the occurrences in Estonia City.

While they lacked complete particulars, merely the primary dispatches circulated via their networks, based on the data they obtained, following multiple days of surrounding the Gordons Clan, the City Lord's forces at last penetrated their central domain, where the pivotal clash ignited.

Initially, all assumed the City Lord's troops would prevail.

Nevertheless, as the conflict dragged on, the informants placed nearby indicated that the clamor of warfare intensified progressively.

Prior to comprehension of the actual events, the situation flipped entirely.

The struggle they foresaw enduring days, concluding with the Gordons Clan's downfall and its remnants pursued like fugitives for clues on their kin who fled—this never materialized.

Contrariwise, the reversal took place: the Gordons Clan emerged victorious.

The result sparked enormous turmoil, and the subsequent developments compelled the capital to step into a jurisdictional dispute.

After all, the city's primary authority had essentially been toppled.

King Charles would have eagerly seized the chaos to chastise and eradicate the Gordons Clan completely, but he recognized the peril in hasty action.

Bound by the kingdom's statutes and with myriad observers ready to attest the truth, concocting charges would be unwise.

Indeed, considering the developments, the sole path he envisioned now involved prompting the Dragonmir Clan Patriarch to intervene.

After all, one city under a subordinate of his lineage had now passed into another's control.

In reality, he had long been aware of the City Lord's plan to assault the Gordons Clan, but much like the War God Mage Academy's spies embedded in Estonia City, he had covertly dispatched his own sorcerers days prior to probe the clan that birthed a prodigy like Alec.

That probe revealed the impending strike on the Gordons Clan, yet despite this knowledge, he opted for inaction.

Internally, he endorsed the endeavor. Unable to overtly stain his hands, he welcomed letting the lesser Dragonmir Clan affiliates handle the Gordons on his behalf.

Should the assault have triumphed, he would have quietly buried the affair.

But with their defeat, the matter could no longer remain concealed.

He would need to either designate a fresh City Lord or officially acknowledge the Gordons Clan as Estonia City's new overseeing lineage.