One had to kill the current chieftain to become the new chieftain, and no one could intervene in the fight. It had to be a one-on-one fight, and they had to duel in front of the chiefdom’s warriors with everything on the line. The duel for the position of the chieftain was the most sacred ritual of chiefdom orcs.0

“You are not qualified,” said Calmahart with a scowl.2

Crockta shook his head. “You and I are both orcs. What else do we need?”1

It was as Crockta had said. There was only one qualification needed to become the chieftain—to be an orc. Any orc born with the blood of a warrior could become the chieftain. Shireuga and Kaburak backed away.0

Calmahart and Crockta stood quietly and looked at each other as numerous orc soldiers surrounded them.0

Calmahart smirked, “Hahaha, hahahahaha…” He chuckled to himself with his head down and then erupted in laughter. “Hahahahahahahahahaha! You are struggling even ‘til the very end! Crockta!” He shook his head as he exploded in laughter. “The orcs are under my control! Do you not understand what this means? You can’t control anyone. Watch! Then despair!” Calmahart raised his hands up.0

“Orcs of the chiefdom, I’m Chieftain Calmahart, your ruler!” Red energy seeped out from his body. It scattered throughout the earth and wrapped around the orcs’ bodies. The madness in the orcs’ eyes intensified as the orcs trembled. The orcs’ throats throbbed with a thirst for blood. It was the energy of Chaos.0

“Kill that trash from the continent.” Calmahart’s eyes had a sinister glint to them. His authoritative voice echoed...0