Night fell, and Leiluo returned to the Chieftain Hall.
After giving his speech during the day, he had trained with the warriors. It had become clear that he really was a killing machine on the battlefield.
What limited a powerful warrior's performance on the battlefield was nothing more than his stamina. Once you ran out of strength and couldn't even swing your weapon, how could you keep fighting, no matter how strong you were?
But for some reason, Leiluo felt as though his stamina was an endless abyss. So far, he had yet to run out of energy.
So Leiluo boldly challenged everyone, and they fought until sunset. In the end, he proposed taking on a hundred opponents at once. He only lost when everyone piled on top of him and pinned him down.
Leiluo had been about to head home and rest when Male stopped him outside the Chieftain Hall.
"Hey, it's so late. You haven't gone to bed yet?"
"???"
Male was baffled by Leiluo's question.
"Chieftain Leiluo, didn't you ask Hugh Jack to pass a message to me?"
"???"
"Did I? All right, then. Let's go inside and talk."
With that, he led Male into the Chieftain Hall.
Once they were seated, Leiluo picked up a bottle of liquor and poured Male a drink.
"Have a taste. We brew this ourselves in the Stone Clan."
Male picked up the glass and took a small sip, then another. At last, he drained it in one go.
"Ha! Now that's good stuff. This is what an Orc's liquor should taste like! The stuff I used to drink was practically garbage. So, Chieftain Leiluo, about this liquor—"
Seeing that Male had taken the bait, Leiluo smiled and took a sip from his own glass before speaking.
"No rush, no rush.