"What am I supposed to do?"
Even though her expression was downcast, Margaret still responded to Lei Mo's offer.
Margaret didn't know how to respond to Lei Mo's last remark.
"How about becoming a priest at Bloodhoof Temple?"
Lei Mo asked. After becoming a god of Destruction, creating ordinary battle aura manuals was a piece of cake.
Lei Mo planned to establish the Bloodhoof Army in Bloodhoof City and pass down a large number of battle aura manuals that could be cultivated up to Level Nine.
The soldiers could comprehend the Totem Pillars outside the city on their own. This would not only promote their cultivation but also keep their souls from perishing.
Lei Mo had also gathered up the magic practitioners from all the races who came to join him and established Bloodhoof Temple.
As for whether members of other races would come? There was absolutely no need to worry.
After Lei Mo swept away another power at the center of the plateau, the various races of the plateau would come flocking to him.
The Orc Race was a people who worshipped strength to an extreme. Nothing was more appealing than pledging allegiance to the strong.
Lei Mo had killed so many Behemoth Orcs in the Saint Realm. The effect had been extraordinary!
If the Tauren Ancestral Court could be disbanded without a hitch, the other Orc Races could switch their allegiance to Bloodhoof City.
"Then I'll be in your hands from now on, City Lord!"
Margaret didn't have many options, really. Years had passed, and she was still only a Level Five Shaman Priest. That showed just how difficult Life Magic was to cultivate.
"Margaret, don't worry about your strength. I'm not pulling your leg; I really can help you improve quickly, and there's more than one way."