Zhao Han had a headache.
These stupid barbarians only knew how to set fire to forests. Did they know how many civilizations had ultimately vanished because of soil erosion and environmental degradation?
Many civilizations in the Western Regions throughout Eastern Continent history had been ruined by desertification, their nations abandoned and their people displaced.
Did they think their god could change that? "You really are stupid when people call you stupid. What did I tell you? Drawing firewood from under the pot—attack their hearts! Attack their hearts!" Seed of Narration said, like a father disappointed in his son.
"That's right. How did I forget again?"
"Brothers on the other side, you helped your chiefs set fires, burning down the forest and burning away the fruit, mushrooms, rabbits... Look at what you're wearing and what you're eating. Don't you think you're being stupid?"
A Green Skin People priest shouted loudly.
His voice spread through the plants, carrying in every direction.
All seventy thousand-plus barbarian troops heard him.
Many of them felt that he was right.
Yeah, the forest had everything, yet they had burned it all for nothing.
Were they idiots? No matter how good a god was, could it be called good if it could not fill their bellies? Fanatics were destined to be few. Otherwise, there would not have been so many changes of faith.
"Look at our side. Every day, Mother Tree generously provides for us. What about you? You can't even get enough to eat or wear every day. Why are you still risking your lives for them?"
"He makes sense."
"Yeah, my tribe only gave me two flatbreads before sending me out to fight."
"Me too."
"Should we run over there?"
"Let's go!"
Primitive people were simple-minded. Once they decided to run, they ran.
"Run