"Right, drawing lots is still the way to go. Our strength isn't weak, and we have Nalant, so taken as a whole, we aren't worse than anyone else!" the God of Gray Mist also said to the God of Hunting.
The God of Hunting shook his head at that. "It's fine. We'll be taking turns scouting the way anyway. Whether we're in front or behind is all the same, so there's no need to draw lots."
Seeing the God of Hunting insist like this, the God of Tides and the God of Gray Mist could only tacitly accept it.
After all, if they kept arguing, wouldn't that make the two of them look far too timid?
Not far away, the God of Mountains and his group had been watching the God of Hunting, the God of Tides, and the others the whole time, wanting to read something from their expressions.
But the God of Tides and the God of Gray Mist both kept their expressions perfectly in place, revealing no clue at all.
The God of Mountains immediately smiled and said, "I didn't expect Your Excellency the God of Hunting to have such a sense of responsibility. Then the God of Hunting's Allied Army will be second. Everyone, is there anyone else who wants to decide without drawing lots?"
The God of Mountains then looked toward the other gods.
The other gods naturally did not possess the God of Hunting's "great selflessness," so they still decided to draw lots.
And there was nothing wrong with such a thing in the first place. Whatever order they drew in the end would depend entirely on luck.
After roughly two or three minutes, the order for taking turns scouting the way was settled.
And the Gods' Allied Armies who had drawn the later