"Furthermore, the projected phantoms of the gods from those divine kingdoms have all been destroyed. That proves the remnants of those divine kingdoms are even less capable of posing a threat."
Although Silas respectfully answered the God of the Sun's warning, he did not take it particularly seriously in his heart.
After all, before he left, the miserable state of the coalition army of the divine kingdoms had been plain for all to see.
If the orcs still could not swallow such a fat, juicy piece of meat, then they truly would be useless.
But were the orcs useless?
Absolutely not. The Beastfolk were the only race on the entire continent capable of threatening humanity's survival.
Just as Silas was utterly certain that the coalition army of the divine kingdoms had already died miserably beneath the orcs' siege, he had no idea that the coalition army had already force-marched back into the territory of the divine kingdoms.
They were now only a little over thirty li from the Northern Fortress.
Of course, the coalition army of the divine kingdoms was not truly safe yet.
Because ahead of them stood the Northern Fortress.
And without even needing to think about it, the high priests knew that the Northern Fortress had surely already been occupied by the Sun God Kingdom.
As for behind them, the orcs were likewise in pursuit.
The orcs had merely agreed to let the coalition army of the divine kingdoms leave at the request of the Silver Dragon and the others. They had never said they would not invade humanity in the future.
Thus, after confirming that the dragons, Elves, and Dwarves had all departed, the Beastfolk army immediately set out and resumed its pursuit.
Though it was no longer as likely as before to encircle and