The Supreme Lord and the Godslayers fought hard in the Evil God's Forbidden Ground. Murphy was also rushing as fast as he could toward a place where he could provide support. But they weren't the only ones in action. The Wise Wolf, who played a crucial role in the Godslaying campaign, was fighting on his own battlefield, too.
He and the Graywolf Army he had built from the ground up, along with the Creator's Guardians, were locked in desperate battles throughout Mossy Valley. That was their mission tonight!
While the Godslayers fought on the front lines, the gnoll faction that had seen the error of its ways would make one final, resolute, and ferocious break from their kin—those whose savagery ran too deep for them to ever turn back—on this land where tradition had been passed down for generations.
With Old Singer's covert help, the gnolls who had seized their chance to charge into Mossy Valley had already secured its entrance.
The Creator's Warriors of the Broken Tooth Clan, together with the most loyal direwolf riders of the Whiptail Clan, kept charging into battle. Like a blood-red, turbid torrent driving straight into the enemy's heart, they set fires all across the Bloodscar Clan's core territory, leaving it with no strength to defend itself.
Even witnessing something like the Sunship crashing down had no effect whatsoever on the Creator's Guardians' morale.
After all, their indoctrination at the Gnoll Civilization Hall had taught them to be loyal to the supreme Creator alone. The Sanghai? Bah! A bunch of buffoons who called themselves the Creator's children.
The Creator's Guardians had never seen a single Sanghai in the glorious images of the Golden Age left behind by their ancestors. That proved those blue-skinned people were nothing but laughable pretenders, monkeys wearing crowns. They had