The hall fell silent once more. Only the occasional pained groans slipping from the orcs' mouths kept it from seeming completely dead. The old shaman lowered his head in thought, sweat continuously running down his cheeks without him noticing.
Bell did not urge him. Instead, he sat leisurely on a soft animal hide and gave the old shaman ample time to think.
At last, after an unknown amount of time had passed, the old shaman raised his head and looked solemnly at Bell.
"If you want us to submit to you unconditionally, that is impossible. Not a single warrior of the Augu Tribe is a coward. Even knowing that death awaits us, we will fight until the last man."
The old shaman's resolute words echoed through the hall, stirring the blood of the other orcs lying on the ground. They let out weak battle cries one after another, cheering him on.
Rather than becoming angry, Bell smiled and asked the old shaman, "Then what are the conditions?"
Since unconditional submission was impossible, that meant these orcs would submit as long as he fulfilled the appropriate conditions.
That made things simple.
Wasn't this just doing quests to grind reputation? He was good at that.
"According to our orc traditions, if you defeat the tribe's strongest warrior in a one-on-one Sacred Duel, you may become the chieftain of the Augu Tribe. However, no spells may be used during the battle. Using them will count as defeat."
Nairuila spoke in a deep voice.
He admitted that the other party's magical abilities were extremely powerful, so powerful that they exceeded his understanding. But that did not mean his hand-to-hand combat abilities were equally formidable.
Magic and close-quarters combat were two entirely different fields. Achieving extraordinary accomplishments in both was no easy task.
Incidentally, no