After the guard cleared the way, the city lord picked up his great axe and mounted an elephant.
Then, protected by the guards clearing the path, he set out directly with 500 elite members of the City Lord's Guard.
He brought no more men.
Even when the messenger reported that the other side had assembled an army of 50,000, he did not care.
And no one else, including the Priests Group, had any objections.
In a true war between great city-states, priests had to go into battle.
They could communicate with deities and receive many divine spells at critical moments.
After all, deities were fathers. Though they claimed they could not interfere in the mortal world, they would still act if they saw their children about to die.
At such times, the priests had to notify the deities.
After all, the deities here were not omniscient.
They were merely powerful beings with nearly eternal lifespans.
If they were not already watching their children, someone had to notify them so they could discover problems in time.
The reason the priests did not accompany them this time was that they considered it nothing more than an outing, with some hunting on the side.
Their opponent was nothing but lowborn rabble. He might call himself a city lord, but he was a city lord with no divine blood at all. What was there to fight?
They had known this long ago.
As priests, they naturally had to memorize the backgrounds of the City Lords of all great cities.
Just as elite nobles had to be well versed in heraldry, priests also had to master information about these Children of God.
They watched their city lord ride away beneath the sunlight.
The confidence in their eyes was like that of modern people carrying heavy