That night, Nalant put on a suit of black clothes and slipped soundlessly out of the camp.
After leaving the camp, Nalant headed straight toward the city occupied by the God of Glaciers.
And at this moment, the God of Glaciers and the other gods still had no idea that Nalant was coming toward their lair.
The few of them sat around together, enjoying fine food while also discussing what they should do next.
After all, they could also see that although God of Mountains' Allied Army was primarily coming for God of Hunting's Allied Army.
But since they were here, God of Mountains' Allied Army probably would not let them off either.
"God of Glaciers, what should we do now? Continue holding the city, or think of a way to withdraw? After all, God of Mountains' Allied Army has reached over ten million. They're simply not something we can resist," the God of Dark Gold asked the God of Glaciers.
Hearing this, the God of Glaciers pondered for a moment. "Are you really willing to hand over the city we finally managed to capture to God of Mountains' Allied Army on a silver platter?"
"Of course we're unwilling, but what of it? When the time comes, the God of Mountains will definitely come attack our city."
"That's right, God of Glaciers. Do you perhaps have some good method?" The God of Steel and the God of Dark Gold both looked toward the God of Glaciers at this moment.
"I think this time, we still can only think of a way through God of Hunting's Allied Army," the God of Glaciers said.
After a pause, he continued, "God of Hunting's Allied Army is not weak. Although out in the open, they definitely won't be able to withstand the attack of