Chapter 285 (1/2)

As all had known, the Eagle Wing Sword was the emperor’s sword passed on from generation to generation within the Eagle Kingdom. It was also the key to activate the Three Eagle Artifacts. Any human who mastered the power of god could be regarded as the true “Eagle Descendant” and believed to take on the whole state.

In other words, the Eagle Wing Sword symbolized the king of Eagle Kingdom. The one who used the sword was not necessarily the king, but a qualified king must know how to use the sword.

Leon Igor was the only living descendant of the former king; thus he had the legal and constitutional, undoubted right of inheritance. Moreover, he was capable and had a good command of the Eagle Wing Sword. This made him well-equipped to succeed as the king and nothing would step in his way of doing so.

Therefore, he was certainly in the position to issue orders to the Eagle Kingdom. In fact, when the eagle was flying across the sky, many old followers of the former king who had never witnessed the Eagle Wing Sword by themselves had all been astonished and cried with joy. And the young had also been excited at seeing that, knowing what it had implied, though most of them had never seen the Eagle Wing Sword before.

“I guess you would allow me to take on the battle on behalf of the Eagle Kingdom.” Leon swung his sword, intensifying the lights around him as well as the cheerful crowd. “Your Highness, Emperor of Orcs, now the question is, will you or someone else take on the battle?”

The battlefield became silent, and all humans and Orcs looked at the golden flag of the Emperor of Orcs.

How would the man under the flag decide?

Would this battle end with a dreadful slaughter or a relatively mild fight?

If it were a fight, who would win?

Junero Tiger frowned anxiously, for he had not expected such a situation and was thus rather hesitant.

He was confident in defeating the other, even though this capable young lad was at the legendary peak and held a holy weapon to enhance his strength.

Yet, Junero Tiger didn’t want the fight.

Being a top master, Junero had always been promoting his leadership of mass line with wisdom and personal charm. In his opinion, a king should always be with his people rather than enthusiastically fighting alone. That was why when he was in the Orcs'”golden tent martial competition” to fight for the crown of the emperor, he had chosen to spend his time convincing the contesters one by one rather than defeating them in the ring. This was his principle.

Masters of his level usually stuck to their own principles because only in that way could they find the meeting point in the origins of the world and obtain their deity to finish the key step towards becoming a god. This process marked the integrity of human dignity and deity so as to proceed to the level of a god.

Junero had been working hard for so long, and he was not willing to sacrifice his past efforts just for one battle.

However, the Orcs had long been honoring force and brave fighters and would probably be disappointed if he rejected Leon Igor’s challenge.

“Your Highness, let me fight against him!” the Presbyter of the Divine Temple said. “I will not lose to him!”

Junero forced a smile and shook his head secretly.

Indeed, the presbyter was equally capable as the opponent. But at such an old age, the possibilities of him either making another breakthrough in the radical fight or staying powerful were both worrying.

Besides, the real problem was not about capability. Junero Tiger didn’t wish to fight in this way!

He lowered his head and thought for a long time. At last, he raised his head again and said decisively, “I reject your challenge. But if you still wish to fight with force, please come to me by yourself!”

His words shocked all.

It was widely accepted for people to fight one on one for something. It was a tradition of romanticism and a solution which could avoid unnecessary loss. Normally, one would not reject another’s invitation for a fight as long as they were at a similar level.

Before the results were settled, the most suitable way to tackle problems was through a fight. But the Emperor of Orcs rejected Prince Leon’s invitation, and not even willing to send someone to fight on his behalf. This was completely different from the common practice.

Leon was the most surprised. He had never expected the Orcs—the force-honored race—to have an emperor against using force. Now Leon was still flying in the air, feeling a bit embarrassed at being rejected.

Luckily, Junero Tiger didn’t keep him embarrassed for long. He waved his hand again and ordered all his forces to attack.

“Forward! Defeat all these humans! Throw each of them into failure and despair and give them no excuse to feel safe! I want an outright victory to lay the foundation for long-term peace and security in the empire’s new southern border!”

With his order, all his troops—though they had just been depressed by his rejection of Leon’s fight—burst into a roar and rushed to attack.

As humans were on the edge of being defeated, Leon frowned and made a decision.

“Not daring to fight against me? Fine, let me come to you!”

Leon was glowing as he picked up his Eagle Sword and rushed towards the flag of the Emperor of Orcs.

White light shone, and the eagle spread its wings. The sword brought along with it a gust of air as fast as the eagle flying towards that strikingly tall, golden battle flag.

Before the strong gust hit the flag, the Presbyter of the Divine Temple appeared there right in front of it. He waved his Staff of Imprisonment and called a giant human skeleton into the air to stop the sword’s eagle-like airflow.