Chapter 918: Burn, Mossy Valley!
Just as Kerim Fortress was collapsing, the priests of the Bloodscar Clan sent the wonderful news to Mossy Valley, making Amot, the chieftain guarding the place, overjoyed.
Ah, Kerim Fortress had fallen. The road to the vast Kavhoka Plains was now clear, and nothing could stop Commander Hugheson's army from sweeping into the continent and recreating the glory of the Black Calamity!
Even better, the weakened God of the North Wind had fallen into the mortal realm, and their own god had already marked him as prey. A hunt for a god would begin amid those frozen ruins. Before their god had even been born, he would claim his first divine trophy.
What glory!
What might!
What power!
Their Lord of the Hunt truly was invincible!
As a devoted follower of the Lord of the Hunt, Amot couldn't help feeling delighted at the sight of events unfolding so favorably—reaching a perfect outcome he would never have dared imagine. Even the afternoon prayer he led lasted twice as long, nearly making the legs of the hunting priests praying with him give out.
But no one dared complain about such a thing—not even with a single dissatisfied whimper.
Their god had won a great victory. If you weren't going to cheer him on, fine—but how could you raise another's morale and dampen your own side's?
Speak!
Had you been bought off by that damned "Creation Faith"? Were you planning to defect?
Guards!
Drag this traitor to the Lord of the Hunt away and cut him down. Let's give our evil god something to celebrate!
Yes, that was the fate of anyone in Mossy Valley who failed to show the Lord of the Hunt sufficient zeal. As the stronghold of the Lord of the Hunt's faith, the place