Leolox Enters the Fray

"Hello, esteemed Frostwolf Chieftain. It is an honor to meet you."

"The honor is mine as well, Pebble Chieftain. Just call me Durotan—my friends all do." After embracing Leiluo, Durotan spoke.

"Leolox, are you and Leiluo both here to take part in the tournament?"

"Yes, Durotan. I wonder if there is any chance for us to work together? Of course, if we win, I only want one-tenth of the potions. What do you say?" Upon hearing Durotan's question, Leolox eagerly extended the invitation. However, knowing the Frostwolves' strength, he kept his demands low.

Hearing Leolox's invitation, Durotan frowned. "I'm sorry, Leolox, but the Frostwolves are not participating."

"Why? Durotan! Aren't you tempted? Those potions..."

"I know what those potions can do!" Durotan interrupted Leolox rather brusquely. At the mention of the potions, he was clearly agitated.

"But do you know that it is precisely because their effects are so good that I am worried? You must understand—nothing in this world comes from nothing." Durotan realized that he had been somewhat rude, and his tone softened.

"There are things that can greatly increase one's strength, but they have never been this plentiful—like winter bears coming out to forage across Frostwolf Ridge in spring."

Hearing Durotan's words, Leolox could not help turning to look at Leiluo beside him. Scratching his head, he said, "Why do you both think that way?"

"Oh! You mean Leiluo shares my thoughts?" Durotan looked at Leiluo in surprise.

Seeing Durotan look at him, Leiluo nodded. He gathered his thoughts before saying, "Durotan, I also think those potions are no good."

"I think you can tell from my appearance that I'm mixed-blood."

Durotan nodded. "Don't worry, I won't laugh at you just because you don't have tusks." Then he burst into laughter.

"That's not the point, okay?!" Leiluo said awkwardly. He had no idea why orc tusk genes were so strong, yet had not shown even the slightest trace in him.

After Durotan and the amused Leolox finally stopped laughing, Leiluo continued. Yet after that little exchange, he and Leolox had grown much closer to Durotan.

"Durotan, because of my mixed-blood heritage, I came into contact with an element. It gives people a warm and comfortable feeling." As he spoke, Leiluo gathered Holy Light in his hand for Durotan and Leolox to feel.

"But when I saw those potions, the Holy Light warned me. It became somewhat scorching."

Leiluo had made all of that up. He had not even seen Demon Blood yet, so how could the Holy Light have reacted? But to make Durotan take it seriously, and to make Leolox abandon the thought of drinking Demon Blood, Leiluo had no choice but to lie.

They felt it.

As the two of them felt the Holy Light, Leolox suddenly withdrew his hand and said, "Brother Leiluo, this is the power you mentioned, right? It is warm and comfortable, but that still doesn't prove that Ner'zhul's potions have a problem!"

"Whether you help me or not, for the sake of my clan, I have to do everything I can to obtain those potions." With that, Leolox picked up his weapon and walked toward the arena.

"Sigh... I still can't convince him." Watching Leolox's retreating back, Leiluo suddenly felt lost. Could he really stop the orcs from drinking Demon Blood?

"He has his own thoughts. But if Ner'zhul's potions truly have a problem, then it will not be a matter concerning only him or one clan." Durotan stepped forward and patted Leiluo on the shoulder.

"Tell me more about this new power of yours."

Standing in the middle of the arena, Leolox looked at the opponent before him, his heart filled only with the desire for victory. Perhaps Leiluo and Durotan's concerns made sense, but they were not what he cared about. What he cared about was how to keep his clansmen from being harassed by Gorons on Blade's Edge Mountain, and how to prevent them from suffering Ogre attacks any longer.

"You dare lose focus while fighting me?" Seeing Leolox standing there with his head lowered, his opponent flew into a rage and charged forward with his weapon in hand.

Just as his opponent was about to reach him, Leolox raised his head, his eyes completely bloodshot.

"You can't stop me."

Leolox let out a battle cry, then blocked his opponent's attack with a defensive stance, using the momentum to throw him off balance.

But Leolox's opponent was also a Gold Tier warrior, rich in combat experience. Although Leolox had seized the initiative, he did not panic. He used a Charge to leave Leolox's attack range, then took the chance to unleash Intimidating Roar, causing Leolox's momentum to falter.

Just as he thought he had regained the upper hand, a fierce blow struck him from behind, sending him straight out of the arena.

Leolox had felt that the force in his hands was not as great as he had expected, so he knew his opponent's fighting stance had not been disrupted. Thus, he immediately used Rage of the Berserker, avoiding the control of Intimidating Roar.

Then, seeing his opponent charge away, Leolox followed with a Charge of his own. The instant his opponent stopped, Leolox slammed into him and claimed victory.

"Leiluo, how can you be so sure Leolox cannot become the champion? Look at him—whether it is combat experience or strength, he is a first-rate warrior." After watching Leolox defeat his opponent, Durotan asked Leiluo beside him.

"Because I'm here!"

"So confident?"

"You felt the power of the Holy Light too. In this kind of successive battle, I have an absolute advantage. Besides, I have something up my sleeve." Hearing the doubt in Durotan's voice, Leiluo replied with some displeasure.

"That may be true, but you are so young. How many battles have you experienced? When it comes to experience, you certainly cannot compare to Leolox. You should still be careful."

"When do you plan to go up? After Leolox gets tired?"

Durotan's words made sense, but he could never have imagined that Leiluo possessed a lottery system. That system had directly given Leiluo the lifetime of combat experience of a super warrior named Darius. Therefore, whether in experience or strength, Leiluo completely surpassed Leolox.

"Let's wait and see. Maybe Brother Leolox will be eliminated without me having to step in. Don't underestimate the others."

"Oh, right. Don't forget our agreement. Even brothers settle accounts clearly—a Frostwolf for each warrior. Whether they can learn it is up to them." In that short conversation, Leiluo had successfully drawn Durotan into his circle. This time, however, Leiluo was not providing supplies, but labor.

"Talk to me after you truly become the champion. If you fail, it will prove that the Holy Light is not worth that price. Then we can negotiate again."

Hearing Durotan's words, Leiluo instantly felt Durotan's image in his mind collapse. In its place appeared the image of a shrewd and formidable chieftain with maxed-out diplomatic skills.