Uruk, Divine Tower.
At the very top of this place stood a throne room.
Led by Merlin, Luo Zhen and the others arrived here without the slightest hindrance.
Actually, they did not need Merlin to lead them.
The people entering this place were not limited to Luo Zhen and his group. Priestesses and civil officials who looked extremely hurried were constantly rushing back and forth, filling the place with an atmosphere of urgency in the workplace.
One civil official after another carried a clay tablet and stood in line before a Throne of Heroes.
Someone was seated on the throne.
He was a young king dressed in lavish garments that left much of his body exposed. Gold ornaments and armor covered him from head to toe, and he even wore golden gauntlets on his hands, giving off an impression of luxury, extravagance, and wastefulness.
The young king also wore a cloth cap resembling a crown. His eyes were ruby-red, and his features were extraordinarily handsome. Yet the aura and bearing he exuded were so terrifyingly noble that people felt an involuntary urge to lower their heads—or even kneel.
Such a king sat upon the throne, holding a clay tablet in his hand. He read the information recorded on it while issuing orders in a voice full of authority.
"The weapons stockpile at the front line is running low. Have the three Lahamu Brothers clans in the east step up production. Before nightfall, they must transport five hundred spears, twelve hundred arrows, and three hundred shields over there. If they cannot finish this amount, have them bring out their father and uncles as well. Those two may be advanced in years, but they are both skilled metallurgists. They should be able to make up the shortfall in time."
"The grain harvest