"The wisdom of King Mungli can be described as cunning and shrewdness. Fortunately, there are very few orcs as intelligent as him." - Thoughts after the duel

"People of the North, stand up."

"Thank you for granting us permission."

Simmon took the lead and the four of us stood up.

On either side of the Beast King stood five orcs, equivalent to the generals and ministers in the human kingdom. Among them was a female orc who looked quite attractive. Well, relatively speaking, she was considered good-looking compared to the other four. She held a long spear and rare shiny decorations hung from her ankles and neck. Orcs usually wear necklaces made from animal teeth or bones, but hers reflected light off some kind of material on her necklace and ankle bracelet.

"This time, there's a human I haven't seen before..."

"Are you talking about me?"

"Yes, young man, say your name."

"Respected King Mungli, I am Raul, an ordinary human."

"So, ordinary human Raul, is this your first time visiting my tribe?"

"Yes."

"Good. What do you think of my tribe? Good or bad?"

I've heard this kind of question many times. No matter how I answer, he will continue to ask what is good or bad about it. So, I will give a deferred answer to allow myself more space for contemplation.

"I cannot answer that question."

"Oh? Why?"

"Because I do not know your tribe, I cannot judge whether it is good or bad based on the few things I have seen along the way. Additionally, as a human, the ones who truly have the right to judge orcs are you and your people."

"Ha ha, interesting, very interesting. Urum, let the other humans do the work, I want this guy to accompany me for a chat."

"Understood, my leader."

Simmon and the others gave me some meaningful looks, and I didn't know what they meant, but since I was able to chat with the orc leader, I had achieved my goal, and then I would bring up the topic of war.

"Human, let me ask you again, who do you think is better, orcs or humans?"

This guy's wording is very interesting. He didn't ask who is stronger, but who is better. The word "better" covers too much content, such as living environment, habits, social structure, and so on, all of which can be compared. And this is a relative question, what I think is not good, orcs may not think so either.

"Well... orcs and humans can both become better."

"You didn't answer my question."

"If you want to hear my answer, I can answer it like this. Orcs and humans, neither are good right now."

"Human, you must have had contact with many monsters, right?"

"Yes, respected King Mungli, you are correct."

"Then let me ask, why are orcs not good?"

It's been a while since I had such a brain-draining conversation, and my thoughts were a bit tight.

"You asked about orcs compared to humans, why didn't you ask about orcs compared to werewolves? I believe the race you used for comparison has always been humans."

"Continue."

"You compare orcs to humans because you believe that humans are stronger than orcs in certain aspects, and likewise, orcs also have strengths that are stronger than humans. So you want to know how I, as a human, view these issues."

"Well said."

"Do you know about Kingdom Inslay?"

"Of course I do."

"Do you think orcs can win a war against the kingdom?"

This question was very pointed, but I had to ask. The Beast King's finger twitched, he stood up from his throne, stared at me for a long time, then closed his eyes and sat back down.

"We... cannot win."

For a leader to say in front of several orcs that his own kind cannot defeat humans is a very demoralizing act, as can be seen from the surprised expressions of those orcs. But it was a rational display.

"That's your problem. The reason why war fails is because of technology, magic..."

"But why do you think humans will wage war against us?"

"War will begin soon."

"Human, is what you said true?"

"It's true."

When you look into someone's eyes and speak, even the most nonsensical thing can feel possible. The same goes for orcs.

"So, I hope you can help us."

"Are you saying that my people should fight alongside you against the kingdom?"

"Yes."

"You must be kidding."

The Orc King shook his robes and took three steps towards me. The aura of a king can make people tense, and I instinctively took a step back.

Regardless of the truth or falsehood of your words, it is impossible for the orcs to fight alongside you."

"If that's the case, what will it take for you to help?"

No matter how scared I am, I will not back down on this matter.

The Orc King circled around me.

Let's both be mature about this and negotiate terms, old orc with white hair.

In reality, the orcs already believed that the kingdom would go to war, but they definitely wouldn't want to help us for no reason. Everyone knows the cost of war.

"Two conditions, choose one."

These two choices, one is simple, the other is difficult. Either I marry the Orc King's daughter, or I duel with and defeat the Orc King's son.

I was very confused at the time because I knew that if orcs had children with humans, they would be hybrid, and the orcs clearly wouldn't accept a half-breed. The first choice was nonsense. As for the second choice, even if I could defeat an orc, let alone the Orc King's own son, what if I got injured in the duel...

Then I thought of my wife...

Marrying into your tribe? I have a family. I'm already annoyed that you didn't let my wife in. And now, in the face of this crisis, you talk about conditions again. Don't you, as the Orc King, understand the principle of common benefits? When the kingdom flattens Night Fall Town, you won't stand up for us; when the kingdom attacks the werewolves, you won't stand up for us either; and when the kingdom's heavy artillery is at your doorstep, no one will stand up for you either!

If you like fighting so much, then fight.

I didn't choose the duel just because I was angry, but rather, I saw it as a means of proving myself. Not only do orcs have an unquestionable aura, humans do as well.

The Orc King greatly appreciated my choice and immediately decided to clear a space for our duel.

The rules were simple, unlimited weapons, tactics, and magic. Whoever surrenders or loses their ability to fight first, loses. This two horizontal and one vertical rule fit the orc's nature perfectly.

The war drums and horn flutes could be considered musical instruments, while the rest was the sound of weapons, feet, and sand colliding with the ground. Wolfrang and the others summed it up with one sentence: "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" I could only smile and ponder on how to achieve victory. Since the first time I defeated the kingdom's Five Man Group with my wife, what has been the basis of my victories? Guessing. Guessing the opponent's next move and responding accordingly. I never had my own tactics or style, so this duel might be the most disastrous loss for me.

The Orc King's son was taller than Urum, wielded an iron club, and had an imposing stance. On the other hand, I only had a small pistol. Although I could take the risk and shoot the orc's head, clearly I couldn't do that. This was where the Orc King's cunning plan came into play.

Humans and orcs have always been the most classic rivals. The duel between me and the orc prince began.

"Huhaha!"

"Before we start, I want to ask for your name."

"Hongkomar! Remember my name, human! Huhaha! Huhaha! Huhaha!"

To hype up the atmosphere, Hongkomar raised his hands to show off his strength, and the roars of the other orcs echoed through the mountains and seas.

I turned to look at Simmon, and everyone closed their eyes, praying for me to survive...

Brothers, show some spirit. It's not like I have no chance of winning at all.

The sound of the orc's horn flute was very similar to the opening sound in some MOBA games. I took one last look at my opponent, the dozen or so flags behind him, and the Montgri King sitting high on the throne, looking down at us.

"Charge!"

This opening move involved a magic called "Enhanced Stamina," and a faint blue light enveloped Hongkomar. Rogues are good at martial arts, and anyone would have trouble stopping them. Orcs, on the other hand, wield magic that even humans fear!

Damn it, there's no way to attack head-on.

I had taken off my riding boots earlier to have better mobility on the sandy ground. Hongkomar began to run, and with ten meters between us, if we both charged, our meeting would be very fast, probably within two seconds. So, I chose to stand still, my hand on the gun.

The orc jumped!

He chose to attack by jumping and smashing!

It was extreme confidence, knowing that I had a gun but dare not hurt him. So no matter how he attacked, I could only choose to dodge.

I heard the black market traders' exclamation, they thought that my skull being smashed was a certain thing.

How should I respond to the most terrifying blow?

The most basic move in elementary school physical education class - forward roll!

Hong Kamal jumped extremely high because he used the strength enhancement magic, leaving a space of one meter for me. Just enough for a human to roll past.

Don't look back at Hong Kamal, my target is the Beast King!

I don't know how many steps away I am from the Beast King, anyway, as long as it's within a three-meter distance.

Get up and imagine yourself as Liu Xiang at the moment of winning the championship with each step you run.

The Beast King's eyes widened frame by frame, he stood up from the throne, making a ruler who led thousands of people show a terrified expression. It seems that there is nothing in this world that I cannot do anymore.

Draw the gun, cock the striking hammer, fire.

I aimed at the Beast King's head, slightly to the right.

The sound of the gunshot ended, and silence began. Only the bullet holes on the left side of the Beast King's ear murmured...

"The next shot won't miss."

On the duel field, both me and the orc warrior are gasping for breath, later, Wolfrang said that the club was about a fist's distance above my head.

The most terrifying aspect of a gun as a weapon is that it can launch a lethal attack from a far distance.

"Raul, you won."

"Is this enough?"

"It's enough. You have proven your courage."

The Beast King signaled Hong Kamal to put down his weapons and walked to my side, then he took my gun.

"Do you know, we orcs have never considered guns to be terrifying weapons."

"Well, today you will change your mind."

"No, guns are not scary. What's scary is when a gun is in your hands."