Bai Xiaowen felt a headache coming on as he looked at the stubborn Orc king.
"I'm disappointed. The leader of the Orcs shouldn't let a passing hatred blind him," Bai Xiaowen said, shaking his head.
"Then you know nothing of the Orcs' sacrifices! How many brave Orc warriors died beneath those pointy-eared monsters' arrows just to put food in their children's bellies?" Kamush rose to his feet. At over two and a half meters tall, he cast an imposing presence. "They should have died glorious deaths! But those cowardly Elves don't even dare fight us head-on..."
Bai Xiaowen grumbled inwardly. Elvenkind were slight and relied on finesse. What were they supposed to do against those hulking brutes in a head-on fight—wrestle?
"High Chieftain, what you call an age-old feud looks to me like a passing hatred," Bai Xiaowen said, shaking his head. "A crisis is about to sweep across the entire continent. The Orcs have delayed long enough. If they delay any longer, they may be swept away by the tide of change."
Kamush snorted. "Swept away? Human prophet, don't try to frighten the Orcs! The Jagul Plateau sits high above sea level, and the rest of our land is desert. Even if the sea swallows half the continent, the Orc Kingdom won't suffer much."
That was where the Orcs' confidence came from. Of all the nations on the continent, the Orc Kingdom had suffered the least... so far.
Bai Xiaowen wanted to clarify that by "the tide of change," he meant the upheaval of the times, not a rising sea... But correcting Kamush would embarrass him and likely provoke his anger, so Bai Xiaowen wisely let it go.
"High Chieftain, you're counting on the elevation of the Jagul Plateau. But have you considered what would happen if a great