There was a man sitting in front of the temple. The man would occasionally speak to anyone passing by, "I challenge 9 Crowns, the supreme god of the Orcs. If his divine existence doesn't dare to accept my challenge, then let his heroes fight on his behalf and help prove his reputation."
Many people bristled at the obvious blasphemy. They wanted to rush over to kill him for disrespecting their god like that. But then they remembered the previous times that this fellow pulled this stunt, and they attacked him.
He had beaten them black and blue. They just weren't strong enough to fight him. It is not their place to correct someone stronger than them. There was someone else to do it.
While some were curious to see how this challenge would turn out, many others had become tired of seeing it. They already knew what the outcome would be, so they ignored the man and continued with their day.
