In the Troll Race's camp, at the center of the Sacrifice Pit.
The lead priest was named Barhar. He was the youngest and weakest among the Priest Guards, and he had always opposed this sneak attack.
For one thing, they did not know whether their lower god-tier chieftain was dead or alive. For another, when the lower god left, he had taken a large number of the tribe's elites with him.
The Troll Race had already been weakened, yet now Golin wanted to lead the tribe's remaining elites into a life-or-death battle against the Gnoll Orcs, who had a lower god.
Even with five other races acting alongside them, the enemy had a lower god, and the Gnoll Orcs themselves were powerful. They also had no Demigod Tier combatant joining the battle, so Barhar had no faith in this war at all.
"Even if we win, it will be a miserable victory. If the surrounding races learn of our situation and bring their armies to attack us, what will happen to our race?" Barhar asked anxiously.
"We will definitely win this battle. Stop undermining morale." Acting chieftain Lin Duo glared at Barhar furiously and said with a savage expression, "Say something like that again, and I'll slaughter you myself as a sacrifice to our god."
Barhar had nothing to say. He no longer wanted to deal with an idiot like Lin Duo, who was just as simple-minded and brute-bodied as Golin. He immediately closed his eyes and began praying, pretending not to hear him.
Lin Duo lowered the short axe in his hand and continued praying as well. But while they prayed, Lu Yang and Turbid Wine's group had already arrived at the camp's four gates.
"Netherworld Underlord, it's up to you and your team now," Lu Yang said.
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