Before the two of them, an Elite Tier Shadowblade Orc knelt on one knee and reported everything in detail.
"Absurd!" Kilgaz snapped. "What is that human talking about? Does he even know what the Ring of Glory is? What arrogance!"
"He didn't refuse outright. He chose the venue instead. That human prophet has some courage." The Shadowblade Sword Saint carefully wiped his long blade with a piece of animal hide, suppressed anger threading through his voice.
"Brother, that human is plainly afraid to duel you. That's why he came up with this excuse," Kilgaz said bitterly. "Humans are sly, weak foxes. If that human hadn't feigned weakness and tricked me yesterday, I never would have lost!"
"But you did lose, and the Shadowblade name was shamed for it," the Shadowblade Sword Saint said.
Kilgaz fell silent. Veins bulged on his forehead, and blood seeped through the bandages around his chest wound.
"Tell him I accept his terms. We'll duel in the Ring of Glory," the Shadowblade Sword Saint said grimly.
Kilgaz's eyes widened, but after a moment's thought, he held his tongue. His elder brother rarely spoke, but he thought through every decision. Once he resolved to do something, he never hesitated or changed his mind.
Now, not even King Kamush himself could persuade the Shadowblade Sword Saint to give up his challenge to the human prophet!
In Bai Xiaowen's cabin at Redcrest Mountain Camp, an unusual guest arrived: King Kamush.
"Great Chieftain, if you wanted to see me, you could have summoned me to the Redstone Throne. Why come here yourself?" Bai Xiaowen asked.
King Kamush's voice was low. "I didn't want to draw too much attention. Rest assured, Prophet. Orcs aren't as concerned with rank as other races."
Bai Xiaowen thought about it. The royal leaders of