The white flames waved and rolled on the ground. The pair of silver eyes in the billowing flames were so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at them.

The Snow Leopard's blades were knocked back, and if Mira hadn't held back, they would have been cut in half. However, considering the need to ensure the opponent's defeat was a genuine one, several beams of light appeared at Mira's side and shot out, piercing the opponent's limbs and rendering them incapable of combat.

"Clancia, Mira wins!"

In the dazzling firelight, the referee announced loudly, and Mira's impressive power just now convinced the orcs and made them look at her with admiration.

Orcs are like this. They worship and follow the strong. The strong don't need to follow any principles and can do whatever they want without being criticized by others.

At this point in the game, both sides have three wins each and the game is tied for now. Everything depends on the final match.

"The Lionmane Tribe, 'Sabertooth Lion' Layton, versus Clancy, Nia."

After the referee finished reading the results, the two contestants walked into the final ring, attracting countless shouts and cheers from the crowd, because this time, just like before, there were still two orcs.

"I didn't expect Miss Nia to have joined Clancy."

Leighton placed his tusk-shaped greatsword upright at his side, gazing at the petite girl illuminated by the firelight. The two were old acquaintances. Years ago, Loran Hill had walked with Nia on the grasslands, and the Lion's Mane had gifted the Goat Horn Tribe with a large amount of food in return for the magical beast materials Loran Hill had given them.

"Yes, Brother Leighton. Ever since Her Highness Elani performed her miracle that year, I have led the Goat Horn Tribe to join Clancy."

"We, the Sheep Horn Tribe, are too few in number and not very strong. Our race's character is also not suited to living on a grassland where fierce fighting is rampant."

"Is that so? You and I have both received the grace and guidance of His Highness. So this time, let's see which one is more outstanding."

Leighton pulled out the Tusk Greatsword from the ground, which still had tiny serrations on it. This sword was forged by Loran Hill using the tusks of the crimson demon pig. Like the Tusk Greatscythe, it was of perfect gold grade quality.

As Leighton clenched the giant sword, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly, and the sound waves like thunder formed colorless ripples in the air.

Layers of grass and dirt were blown up, and the audience hundreds of meters away on the opposite side of the ring also felt a severe tinnitus, and then fell down bleeding and deaf.

The ground inside the venue seemed to have been plowed, forming an inverted V shape. Niya stood in the venue, half-kneeling on the ground, with the staff in her hand inserted into the ground, leaving grooves and scratches several meters long on the ground.

After the sound wave, she stood up with gritted teeth, holding her staff, shaking off the dust on her body. Crimson flames spread and rose from her body, and the magic power of the flames cheered in the air and surrounded her side.

"I believe that although the orcs had a glorious and powerful past, they cannot simply immerse themselves in these traditions."

Niya looked at each other. Huge fireballs slowly formed and pulled at each other, causing the air around them to distort continuously. Green smoke also rose from the ground in the venue, and charred marks continued to spread.

"I hope that the weak orcs can also have the hope and possibility of survival, rather than just being vassals and food of the powerful race."

“The flame of civilization lies not only in its burning and power, but also in its understanding and warmth.”

"This is my choice and belief."

Nia waved the staff in her hand, and the fireballs fluttering beside her suddenly expanded and grew larger. Deep red giant stars with a diameter of more than 30 meters shone in the sky, lighting up the entire night sky.

And under this huge burning fireball, the girl with curved horns is so small and slender.

She raised her fair wrist, aimed it at the powerful opponent in her field of vision, and slowly pressed her palm down. Giant fireballs streaked across the sky, slamming into the earth like comets.

Leighton, greatsword in hand, ran furiously across the land. He stomped his foot across the grass and leaped high, the gust of wind tearing the grass at his feet. The greatsword, slashing against the wind, sliced ​​through the fireball that resembled a red sun.

His lungs felt as if they were burning, and his eyebrows and hair were flaming and turning into black ash during the battle, but this genius of the Lionmane clan did not retreat or give up.

Although the opponent has her own ideas and thoughts, Leighton also has reasons not to retreat. He carries the hopes and obsessions of nearly one million orcs present.

Are we going to just give in and weakly abandon thousands of years of persistence and resistance? Absolutely not!

Even if they merge with other countries, the orcs still have their own pride and glory, and they will express their dignity with fangs and blood.

We can fail unwillingly, but we must never give up weakly.

The boiling blood surging in my body, I call out your name——

Its name is, Glory!

The sword light shot up into the sky and flashed from the night sky. The sword light that was hundreds of meters long directly split the crimson balls into pieces. The drifting flames fell from the sky like a rain of fire.

With heavy steps, Leighton carried the giant sword and walked towards the opposite side step by step. White smoke rose from the ground under his feet and his body. The hot air was so sticky that it was difficult for him to open his eyes. However, he could still sense that the petite figure was in front of him and had not moved.

Nia looked at the shaking and twisted figure in her vision, took a deep breath, and then clenched the maple staff in her hand. She gently spun like dancing, and the staff in her hand passed through the air, and strands of flames appeared around her.

The ethereal voice sings the ancient ballad, and the ancient fire sacrifice slowly floats with the notes.

"I heard a signal from the flames."

"At this moment, I am like a torch swaying in the wind"

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