"Thank you very much for telling us this." Lefeng, the chief god of the Orc Pantheon, the Devouring Sky Dog, said with a smile. "We'll remain on careful guard."
Morani had wanted to say more—perhaps offer a warning or something—but after falling silent for quite a while, he let out a deep sigh and ultimately said nothing.
Given what he knew of the Orc Pantheon, Lefeng could not possibly be truly so carefree and careless. The Devouring Sky Dog was not only a peerless warrior, but also a commander skilled at thinking and attentive to intelligence. Most likely, he already knew this news and might even have made preparations.
Yet he had not told Morani, not even hinted at it.
What else could Morani say?
Though he was now called the "God of Half-Orcs," which sounded as though it differed from the "Orc God" by only one word, in truth they had long since gone their separate ways. They could not even be considered allies anymore.
Although their relationship was fairly good, perhaps even enough to call them friends, friends came in different ranks. Some were friends with whom one could risk one's life and take blades together; others were friends with whom one could only drink and dine.
His relationship with the Orc Pantheon was probably the latter.
Watching Morani leave in dejection, Lefeng's smile gradually faded, and he let out a soft sigh.
How could he not know that Morani had specifically come to deliver this warning because he wanted to help? How could he not know that Morani was growing stronger by the day, especially now that signs had emerged of him obtaining the divine domain of "half-orcs"? Given a few more years, he would very likely enter the ranks of powerful divine power through that divine