The audience, now quieted down, hadn't recovered from the shock it had received a while back. And the results of the match baffled it even more.
"This… My guy won? I don't believe this. Did I win my fucking bet with such odds?
Hahahahahahahaha!
Oh! Aaaaaah!
I'm a rich orc now.
Hahahaha! Where are the bitches and the booze? I'm throwing a party at my place. Only hot orcina are invited. Come one, come all! Hahahaha!"
The silence observed by everyone was suddenly broken by a random orc who looked like he was about to break into a tribal dance. He was the same guy who had placed his bets in favour of Borul on a whim before the start of the match. Since the guy's chances of winning the match were extremely low, he was bound to receive serious returns on the amount he had invested in.
'Bitches and booze? Hot orcinas? Um… Alephee… are you sure that the betting guy said all the things?'
