Every howl from "Jackal" Kanus made the savage flames swirling around him swell another round.
By the time he roared the final word, "death," the entire sky was filled with savage flames like a pack of ravenous wolves.
Under the "wolf pack's" gaze, everyone present except Meng Chao—whether Jackals, Wolves, Tigers, and Leopards from the Golden Clan, or Minotaurs and Boar People from the Bloodhoof Clan—broke out in cold sweat.
They only felt as though a pack of vicious demonic wolves had invaded their veins, gnawing through one blood vessel after another, one bundle of muscle after another, one nerve after another, devouring their flesh and strength.
The army of over ten thousand warriors was silent as a grave.
Only the Wolf King's voice continued to roll and crush above the warriors' heads like unstoppable thunder.
"Now, you have two choices!
"Either follow Turanze's traditions and challenge me, avenging the Lion King and Tiger King!
"I will accept a challenge from anyone among you. No matter how humble or insignificant he may seem, I will give him the chance for an honorable battle before sending him to meet Destroyer's Horn and Raging Blade!
"Or, under the witness and blessing of the great ancestral spirits, swear loyalty to me, obey my command, and follow at my side.
"I swear by the name Kanus and the glorious bloodline flowing through my veins—to all of you, and to the great ancestral spirits—that I will become the greatest War Chieftain Turanze has ever seen. I will unite the will and strength of all Turan Orcs. I will forge an unprecedented iron-blooded army. I will lead you in tearing the Holy Light Land in two, so that every one of you, even the weakest nobody, will have the chance to carve his own name upon