After washing up, Yu Lin Bloodhawk returned to his room, still unable to stop grinning. Those big-time charlatans thought they could team up and fool me? Ha! I saw right through them! I never heard of the War God's Will when I played the game. There was the Unyielding Will, sure, but that was a one-handed sword! They tried to pass it off as a skill? Who were they kidding? The fools out there might believe it, but me? Heh... heh...
For the next ten days or so, those frauds stopped pestering Yu Lin Bloodhawk, but he kept training. It seemed he had grown used to the hardship; if he did not train until he was utterly exhausted, he actually felt uncomfortable all over.
Rumors about the War God's Will multiplied and sounded increasingly convincing, but he let them go in one ear and out the other, secretly laughing to himself.
Those high-ranking charlatans are taking this way too far, he thought. Let's see how they clean up this mess when the elves swear their oaths! An elven god gives trolls the blessing of the War God's Will, but not elves? Is this an elven god or a troll god? How are they going to explain that?
Heh... heh... that's none of my business. You were the ones who told me to stay out of the War God Temple's affairs. Figure it out yourselves! The thought amused him, and he began to relish their impending misfortune.
The elves were ordered back to training. Alleria had said she would send the Frostwolf Clan Regiment back, but there had been no sign of that happening yet, and he had no idea what she was thinking. Yu Lin Bloodhawk did not care. He immediately sent the entire Bloodhawk Burning Legion and the City