Even now, Nairuila still did not know what Bell and the other humans were truly after. He had not been idle during the past week. With the help of the Soul of the Ancestors, he had uncovered some information about the humans.
According to the intelligence, there were not merely four humans like Bell on this planet. There were several hundred more.
Nairuila did not know how strong the others were, but according to the Soul of the Ancestors' warning, the humans possessed terrifying power—far beyond that of the Augu Tribe.
So, since they possessed such overwhelming strength, why had they gone to such lengths, even risking themselves, to subdue the Augu Tribe?
Nairuila did not know. Fortunately, the Soul of the Ancestors had not sent him any signals of danger so far, which meant that, at the very least, the situation was not yet too dire.
Therefore, since the other side had shown mercy and wanted Viktor to survive, they might as well go with the flow and admit defeat. That way, even if they eventually discovered that the humans harbored ill intentions, they would have one more powerful chieftain when the orcs made their desperate stand.
"...I... I... lost."
Looking at the sword tip pressed against his throat, Viktor ultimately could not bring himself to grit his teeth and step forward.
The moment the words "admit defeat" left his mouth, it was as though all the spirit had been drained from Viktor. His entire figure seemed to turn far more ashen. He fell backward and landed on the ground again with a thud.
As the duel came to an end, deathly silence filled the arena. The orcs looked at one another. Aside from the few orc shamans and orc squad captains who had long anticipated the outcome, the