"You want Fenrir to duel your wolf?"
Kilgaz looked Rageclaw over, a mocking smile spreading across his face. "Are you sure?"
"Of course," Bai Xiaowen said calmly. "It's the fairest way to settle this."
"Fine. I agree. Mighty Fenrir will tear your wolf apart and eat him piece by piece!" Kilgaz patted the giant wolf's hind leg, the two tusks jutting from his lower jaw gleaming coldly.
"Then please ask Master Rul to prepare a venue and serve as witness," Bai Xiaowen said.
Master Rul frowned. "Prophet Dio, have you truly decided on this? To Orcs, a duel is a sacred matter of honor. Unless one side surrenders, only the Death God may decide the victor."
"We'll follow your customs," Bai Xiaowen said without a trace of fear.
Master Rul turned to Kilgaz. "You know what Prophet Dio means to the alliance, Marshal Kilgaz. I hope you'll think carefully."
"Enough, Rul!" Kilgaz sneered. "Prepare the venue. I've waited long enough."
"The Orc Kingdom has only just signed the treaty. If you kill the prophet, you'll make the Orcs enemies of the entire continent! The God of War will bring down his wrath as well!" Master Rul said sharply.
Master Rul clearly had little faith in Bai Xiaowen's chances. The gap between his psychic aura and Kilgaz's was simply too great...
Bai Xiaowen had the impressive feat of killing Lord Vazhatas to his name, but word had never reached the isolated Orc Kingdom. In fact, he was grateful for how remote and backward it was. Otherwise, his "ambition" concerning the Mother of Direwolves would likely have become common knowledge, and Master Rul would be guarding against him like a thief.
Besides, even if the Orcs had heard about Vazhatas's death, it would not have improved their assessment of Bai Xiaowen's personal