"If we're keeping things as they are, why go to such lengths to weaken the Tauren's foundations? A direct assault on their Ancestral Court carries considerable risks, too. Could we find a middle ground? We can launch the attack, but if things go south, we negotiate?"
The speaker was a Behemoth Orc over seven meters tall. By Behemoth Orc standards, he had a mild-looking face, and his suggestion was quite reasonable.
Musa Behemoth followed Franklin's orders and didn't care about any of this. Once they reached Ancestral Court Mountain, would the others really have any say?
The Behemoth Orc elders' argument gradually died down. Clearly, most of them agreed with the suggestion. Orcs might be fiery by nature, but even their bottom line could be flexible.
"Then that's settled. We leave in three days. Ten will stay behind to guard the Royal Court; everyone else comes with me!"
Leaving ten trusted subordinates behind, Musa Behemoth led nearly two hundred Behemoth Orc elders into the sky and charged toward the Tauren's Ancestral Court Mountain.
At the center of the Chaos Plateau, Franklin had taken his true form on the platform atop Ancestral Court Mountain. He stood at the center of the eight Totem Pillars, his Divine Domain spread wide, keeping watch over the surrounding hundred kilometers.
"Master, they're here!"
Franklin sent a telepathic message, indicating that the enemy had entered the hundred-kilometer perimeter around the platform atop Ancestral Court Mountain.
After becoming a god through Destruction Law, Lei Mo's Divine Sense could reach an extremely vast distance as well.
Not long after Franklin spoke, Lei Mo also detected the enormous group of Saint Realm warriors, who were flying rapidly through the air.
"Elders, the enemy is here. Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Lei Mo's voice rang in the ears of every Tauren elder.