Actually, when he first heard Bell's terms, Nairuila had been furious as well. After all, he was a hot-tempered orc, and one of the most hot-tempered among them.
However, as he grew older and time passed, as he experienced more and more, Nairuila had come to fully understand the importance of controlling his anger. It was precisely because he had successfully mastered his rage that he had made it this far along the path of a shaman and become the Great Shaman of the Augu Tribe.
"Mr. Bell, could you please explain in detail what exactly we would need to do to pledge our loyalty?"
After temporarily calming Viktor down, Nairuila questioned Bell again.
"Uh, how should I put this... I'm not really sure how to explain it either, but I don't mean for you to become slaves. Simply put, you'd need to acknowledge my... my younger brother as the High Chieftain of your tribe."
Although his younger brother was still just a baby who could only babble, the family would ultimately be handed over to him in the future. So it was only proper to recruit some subordinates for him in advance and lay a solid foundation.
I really am a good older brother!
Bell thought narcissistically.
"Impossible!"
As expected, Viktor exploded once again.
What kind of joke was this? Asking them to acknowledge an outsider as the High Chieftain of their tribe might as well have been asking them to die! Orcs did not have such big hearts, much less such an international outlook!
"Die, human!"
Faced with Bell's repeated humiliation, Viktor had finally reached the limit of his patience.
There was no need to endure what could no longer be endured. Viktor gripped the Augu Tribe's inherited battle axe—the Bloodthirsty Blade—and leaped into the air, bringing it