Above them, on the throne, sat a tall half-beast draped in a beast-skin cloak.
This was the new king of the half-beasts, Prophetic King Bazan.
He was called the "Oracle King" because, unlike other kings, Bazan was appointed directly by the Hunting Church based on the True God’s Oracle.
Beside Bazan, on either side, there were two more thrones.
On the right, adorned with white bones, sat a half-beast wearing a priest robe.
That was the new Chief Priest of the half-beasts.
On the left, there was a much simpler seat occupied by a human.
This was the envoy from Sorren Comrce.
At this mont, the new king and chief priest of the half-beasts were looking gravely at the half-beast kneeling below them.
Even the envoy from Sorren Comrce had a slight frown on his face.
"What did you say? Your tribe was broken by those evil elves?"
Prophetic King Bazan was full of disbelief.
"Wasn’t your tribe a dium-sized tribe with five thousand people?! And... you built fortifications! How could that kind of strength possibly be unable to resist the elves? When they attacked before, their numbers were never more than a few hundred!"
Bazan said sternly.
Upon hearing his words, the kneeling half-beast instantly broke down:
"King... no, it wasn’t like that, it wasn’t just a few hundred, this ti there were many of them... a few thousand, definitely over two thousand! And their strength is terrifying! So many silver-ranked warriors! And over a dozen dragons!"
A few thousand people? Many silver-ranked warriors? Over a dozen dragons?
Bazan’s eyes slightly shifted.
Such strength truly wasn’t sothing a dium-sized tribe could resist.
*Unknowingly, had the elves grown so powerful?*
But...
"If I rember correctly, the Sandstorm Tribe, ranked third in the Royal Court, is very close to you. Even if you were attacked, the support troops should have arrived quickly!"
"Sandstorm Tribe, you owe an explanation!"
Bazan said sternly.
The last sentence was directed at a certain half-beast seated on the other side.
This was a ssenger from the Sandstorm Tribe.
The Sandstorm Tribe was stationed by high-level professionals of the Golden Rank.
Ordinarily, as long as their support was tily, they should have been able to repel these powerful elves.
Upon hearing Bazan’s words, the ssenger from the Sandstorm Tribe also appeared troubled:
"King... it wasn’t that our tribe didn’t want to assist, but by the ti we arrived, their tribe had already been destroyed..."
Already destroyed by the ti they arrived?
Upon hearing this, all the half-beasts present fell silent.
Their faces were all filled with disbelief, their expressions shocked.
"Impossible! With the mages from our comrce, plus the protection of the statues of Father God from the cold and Hunting God, your fortress walls should have been impregnable, how could it have been broken by elves?"
The mage from Sorren Comrce shook his head repeatedly.
"What exactly happened?"
Bazan looked at the half-kneeling recipient of the Divine Punishnt and asked seriously.
The kneeling half-beast shivered, glanced at the Sorren Comrce envoy, and hesitated a little.
Bazan frowned.
He looked at the envoy and then at the kneeling half-beast, and said:
"Sorren Comrce is our friend, just say what you have to say."
However, even with Bazan’s words, the kneeling half-beast still hesitated.
Not until Bazan was losing his patience, his gaze growing colder, did the kneeling half-beast finally stamr:
"It was... Divine Punishnt! We were hit by Divine Punishnt! The Divine Punishnt destroyed our walls!"
Divine Punishnt?!
The half-beasts in the tent were stunned, their expressions sowhat dazed.
*In an instant, they recalled the terror dominated by Divine Punishnt a few months ago...*
However...
"That’s impossible! The elves can no longer cause us harm with Father God’s Divine Punishnt!"
The Chief Priest shook his head.
Upon hearing his words, the kneeling half-beast shook his head:
"No... it wasn’t Father God’s Divine Punishnt..."
As he spoke, he glanced at the relaxed Sorren Comrce envoy sitting above, a spark of anger in his eyes:
"It was the Divine Punishnt of the God of Darkness and Shadow!"
The God of Darkness and Shadow’s Divine Punishnt?
The half-beasts were all taken aback.
Instantly, they all turned to look at the Sorren Comrce envoy.
Sorren Comrce envoy: ...
"No... that’s impossible!"
He widened his eyes and instinctively retorted.
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