The Challenge

"Grandmaster Abel, you can't escape!" High Priest Daniel's eyes were bloodshot as well. He shouted in a low voice.

A momentary mistake had resulted in heavy losses for the six High Priests. The deaths of all the skeletons had greatly weakened the combat power of the six High Priests present, and had also drastically reduced their influence among the upper echelons of the Orc Empire.

At the very least, they would not be able to recover their strength for several centuries.

Although High Priest Daniel hated Abel to the extreme, he wanted even more to enjoy watching Abel suffer under the pressure on his mind before dying.

Making an enemy beg for mercy and cry out in agony was one of the High Priests' pleasures.

The more they hated someone, the less willing they were to kill that enemy quickly. This was the mindset of the High Priests.

There were six High Priests in total. Even though all their skeletons had died, they believed they could completely suppress Abel. No matter how powerful Johnson was, he could not protect Abel.

"I never expected you to pay such a huge price just to deal with me!" Abel looked at High Priest Daniel and sighed.

As a defeated nation whose strength had already been greatly diminished, launching an attack against a powerful human empire seemed completely incomprehensible to him.

"Grandmaster Abel, everything comes at a price. Just as you damaged the Beast God's sacred object on Mount Nam!" High Priest Daniel said coldly.

Abel shook his head. He had always concealed his identity in the Orc Empire, and had succeeded at it. The orcs had all believed he was a werewolf traitor. But after he charged into the Orc Battlefield and accomplished such a major feat, every orc could guess that the