“I admit. You are strong. You are a warrior.”

A light exclamation escaped the lips of the other elven warriors at Eltuan’s words. They had never seen their captain acknowledge a warrior from another race before. This was the first time.

“But it is not over yet. You have to beat me. That way, brothers will listen to you.”

It was an old custom of the Red Moon Valley elves. The strongest warrior would lead the rest.

“Hmm, come to think of it. You are quite alike.”

Raven contemplated while looking at Eltuan’s smooth face. The elf’s eyes were burning with passion.

“Alike? With whom?”

Eltuan tilted his head.

“A certain someone I know.”

Raven answered with a smirk. Eltuan’s actions reminded Raven of a certain someone, but the elf would be better off not knowing. Eltuan might take offense if he found out who Raven was thinking of.

‘I can’t believe that an orc and an elf are alike, tsk…’

The strongest warrior became leader of the pack, and they did not stop until the battle was clearly decided. The elves of Red Moon Valley were strikingly similar to the Ancona Orcs. Even though they looked completely different, the two unexpectedly shared many commonal...