Torug's POV,
"Great Chief of the Black moon clan, I have no bad blood with you...why do this?" The mage, Paximus yells in orcish tongue with ragged breath.
hearing his words, I knew he lost his confidence, I could almost predict his next course of action and say that he was about to question my honor but...
"You stand on my lands, Mage" only those words trumps all, if he really knew our culture. His eyes go wide before saying,"Nonsense, these land is under the rule of the Greyeye clan".
"Said by who?" I counter-asked and he goes silent, "tell me, ...where's Kharag?"
"..."
Watching the silent mage who looked like he couldn't even stand right now, 'Such a farce...' I thought, I could still feel his Mana building up silently.
"I'm guessing you don't know..." I finally say. 'humans and their arrogance about their intelligence, too bad you don't know what you are messing with'.
the mage continued to stay silent, trying to put up an act, so I decided to throw him off a bit.
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