Meanwhile, Toothy and Lynn were resting in a deserted mountain cave.
"My king, Ragnar is indeed getting restless," Toothy said excitedly.
"He has amassed an army of millions and is heading this way."
"Very good." Lynn nodded, a confident smile on his face.
Everything is proceeding according to plan.
"So what do we do next?" Toothy asked.
"Should we set up an ambush and fight Ragnar to the death?"
"No." Lynn shook her head.
"He is, after all, a war boss, and possesses some strange blessings, making him extremely resilient."
"A direct confrontation cannot guarantee a victory."
"Then what should we do?" Toothy, somewhat puzzled.
"Challenge him to a duel," Lynn said.
"You announce to all the Orks of Dorito that you will have a one-on-one duel with Ragnar in Horseshoe Mountain Valley."
"Whoever wins is Dorito's Orks King."
"A duel?" Toothy was taken aback.
"But... didn't you just say we shouldn't confront him head-on?"
"I didn't mean for you to actually fight him." Lynn smiled.
"You just need to lure him to Horseshoe Mountain Valley, and I'll handle the rest."
"Understood." Toothy nodded, her eyes hardening.
"I'll arrange it right away."
Over the next two days, Toothy and his Fang Band embarked on a grand tour towards Horseshoe Mountain Valley.
He composed a new song specifically to insult Ragnar.
" Ragnar, you coward, you cowardly turtle who won't dare come!"
"Come to Horseshoe Valley if you dare, let's settle this with a one-on-one duel!"
"If you don't dare to come, then hand over the boss!"
This song was more energetic than any of their previous ones, and it spread much faster.
In just one day, all the Orks in Dorito knew that Soundbar Mad Fang was going to have a life-or-death duel with Ragnar in Horseshoe Mountain Valley.
Whoever wins becomes the sole leader of Dorito.
All the Orks were boiling over.
They all put down what they were doing and hurried towards Horseshoe Mountain Valley.
They wanted to witness this historic showdown firsthand.
On one side is Warboss, the gluttonous Ragnar, who has ruled Dorito years.
On one side is the musical maverick, Soundmaster Mad Fang, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
This was absolutely the most exciting duel in Dorito's history.
Ragnar soon learned of Toothy's challenge.
"Good, very good!" Ragnar laughed loudly, his laughter filled with murderous intent.
"That damn Gretchin, he actually dared to challenge me to a one-on-one fight! He's asking for death!"
"Boss, you can't go!" A burly man from the Deffskull Clan hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
" Horseshoe Mountain Valley is a closed terrain, surrounded by high mountains, with only one narrow exit."
" Toothy has definitely laid an ambush there. If you go in, you'll probably have a hard time getting out!"
"An ambush?" Ragnar scoffed dismissively.
"That Gretchin thinks he's worthy of setting up an ambush for me? Even if he has a million soldiers, I can still take his head from the middle of an army!"
"Besides, the entire Dorito the Orks is watching me right now."
"If I don't dare to keep this appointment, how can I have the face to be the boss?!"
"I have to go! I have to strangle that Gretchin in front of all those Orks, and show them who Dorito is the real master!"
Seeing Ragnar so agitated, the big man quickly stepped forward and pulled him back:
"Don't act rashly, boss. He's so arrogant because he's made thorough preparations; he's just waiting for you to fall into his trap!"
Ragnar pushed the big man aside and strode outside.
"I insist!"
"I'd like to see what tricks that Gretchin can pull!"
After saying this, he led his five million-strong army and marched in a mighty procession toward Horseshoe Mountain Valley.
Unbeknownst to anyone, the artillery fire above many landmark buildings had thinned out considerably.
Even the usually bustling and burning farmland gradually quieted down.
All the Orks were so engrossed in the excitement of the upcoming duel that no one noticed this unusual detail.
Several hours later, Ragnar's army arrived at Horseshoe Mountain Valley.
The entrance to the valley was deserted.
The surrounding mountains rise high into the clouds, enclosing the entire valley into a closed space.
The valley was quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the rocks.
"Boss, something's not right," the big guy said again.
"It's too quiet here, not even a Orks. There must be an ambush!"
Ragnar frowned, sensing that something was amiss.
Didn't Toothy say they were going to duel here? Why isn't there a soul in sight?
Did he really set an ambush?
Just then, the sound of a guitar drifted from the depths of the valley.
Immediately afterwards, Toothy's familiar voice rang out:
" Ragnar, you've finally come. I thought you wouldn't dare to come."
Ragnar looked in the direction of the sound and saw a three-meter-tall figure facing them at the end of the valley.
"Are you all alone?" Ragnar asked, puzzled.
"Of course, I've been waiting for you to come in!" Toothy grinned.
"This is a one-on-one duel. Why would I bring an ambush? I'm not like some people who only know how to gang up on the weak."
Ragnar breathed a sigh of relief, then burst into laughter:
"Good! You've got guts! I knew I wasn't wrong about you. Even though you're Gretchin, you're still much better than those weaklings!"
"However, you're still going to die today!"
Ragnar spoke, he was about to rush towards Toothy.
Just then, he suddenly heard a strange sound.
The sound came from the sky.
It grew closer and louder.
It looked like countless bees fluttering their wings.
Ragnar suddenly raised his head.
Above the sky, countless black dots were rapidly growing larger.
Those are cannonballs from the Imperial Fleet!
It blotted out the sky, like a world-ending rain.
Even the bombardment density during the first bombardment of Cauldron City was far less than one-tenth of this one.
Ragnar's pupils contracted sharply, and an expression of disbelief and terror appeared on his face.
"What, no!!!"
He let out a desperate roar.
But it was all too late.
The first shell landed at the entrance to the valley.
A huge explosion rang out, and the earth trembled violently.
Immediately afterwards, countless shells rained down on the valley.
Flames shot into the sky, and thick smoke billowed.
The entire Horseshoe Mountain Valley was instantly engulfed in flames.