The colosseum crowd's clamor and cheers instantly surged to a new peak.
Orion returned to his seat and looked at Prince Theodore, as well as Princess Ava by his side.
"Your Highness, what do you think of this 'fair' contest in the colosseum?"
Prince Theodore knitted his brows, forcibly suppressing a swell of fury as he inhaled deeply to calm himself. He knew full well he had been played. The King of Giants was using these human slaves to rattle his morale. If he lost his composure now, he would be ill-prepared for the upcoming trade negotiations and surely lose ground.
"Lord Orion, your Horde's Elder of Prophecy is indeed impressive. But if he happens to be cut down in his own colosseum, that would be quite a shame!"
With the situation as it was, Prince Theodore could only retort in kind, hoping to regain some footing.
Orion gave a hearty laugh and responded loudly, "I have supreme confidence in our Stoneheart Horde Elder of Prophecy!"
