"Master Savon?" Many priests stood up after hearing this and looked at the old priest who was in twilight.

In terms of seniority and qualifications, the Savon priest is definitely second to none among the remaining old priests today. Even the proud chief like Hortel must respect the courtesy of the elders.

Now that the large number of elites in the Breathing Division have suffered losses, the only high priest who can stabilize the morale of the army and can suppress the situation is going to take the blame?

"Sir..." A middle-aged priest next to him quickly stood up and said, "Let me do it, the Qifeng Tribe cannot be without you now!"

"You can't..." Savon smiled and shook his head: "You are not qualified enough to calm the grievances of the tribes..."

When everyone heard this, they were silent. Now, no one in the remaining sacrificial tents except Savon was qualified to take such a big blame!

But if he is gone, where will the tribe go in the future?

A wave of confusion suddenly surged into my heart. For the first time, many priests suddenly felt that there was no way out.

"Don't be discouraged by the children..." Savon smiled gently, "Sacrifices are the spiritual totem of the tribe and the fire of the tribe. If even you lose hope, then this tribe will really have no future..."

Everyone paused when they heard this, and the youngest priest couldn't help but ask: "Can we really have a future?"

The attack from the mysterious outsiders almost caused the plan of the Jifeng Ministry to absorb new population. Two years ago, the elders of the major sacrificial departments had already started traveling far away, but until now, there was not even 10,000 people brought back.

Sometimes they even used some strong taurens to count. You should know that in the past, even when the Jifeng tribe was at its worst, it was not accepted by the royal family in small and medium-sized tribes...

Not to mention this natural disaster...

As of now, darkness has been covering this continent for at least seven days!

There was no sunshine for seven days, and ordinary orcs might not feel it clearly, but as priests they knew very well that the situation was worse than they thought!

The plump green grass in the grassland cannot absorb the sunlight and has begun to show signs of withering, which has forced many sacrifices to increase the supply of elements to maintain the vitality of the grassland!

But the price is very expensive. If you want to maintain your previous quality level, the price you have to pay is more than a hundred times the previous one!

This forced them to give up some small grasslands of average quality, so as to concentrate on concentrating resources in the most fertile grasslands.

But just relying on a few large grasslands, how can we afford to maintain a huge tribe's beast group?

Over time, the beast group will definitely be greatly reduced. Without enough meat, what will the personnel of the warrior tribe use to raise?

All the sacrificial sacrificers here have quietly calculated that the current elemental resources can be at most three grasslands headed by the Mogao Lei Grassland. If only these grasslands are preserved, the personnel of the Qifeng Ministry can now provide at most one-quarter of them, and it is still extremely reluctant to provide...

This means that three-quarters of tribal members must be eliminated...

Do they really have a future?

Faced with the young man's questions, many priests were about to scold him, but Savon waved his hand slightly to stop the old priests' blame. He sighed and patted the other party's generous shoulders: "Maybe the future will be difficult, but no matter how difficult it is, you younger generations will have to go on, right?"

The other party was stunned when he heard this, but Savon continued: "Child, we old people don't have many years to survive. After all, the worst result is to turn into fertile soil and return to the earth. We have experienced all the experiences in life. In this life... there may be some regrets, but in fact it is almost the same. You are different. You still have a great life. If even you lose hope, how can you continue with such a long future?"

The young man was silent when he heard this, and an extremely complicated emotion surged into his heart.

It even felt like why I was born in this era...

The atmosphere of the entire tent became depressed as Old Savon said, and for a moment, many priests showed emotion...

Yes...their old guys can't die at all. They have lived almost the same life as they should experience and enjoy. But what should these children do in the future...

When the positive atmosphere was suppressed, suddenly, a very noisy sound came from outside. As the noise became louder and louder, many priests frowned.

Can’t the people in the tribe now stand it and want to protest?

Just as I was about to think of it, a tall orc suddenly stumbled outside the tent.

This made all the priests' faces gloomy. The orcs who broke in knew the current leader of the Warriors' Division: Bronn. The roaring wind!

"What do you want to do?" Many priests, including Savon, who had just been preparing to sacrifice himself to calm the public grievances, looked at the other party with an extremely ugly look.

The warrior broke into the sacrificial meeting without his consent, which was a great disrespect for tribal sacrifices!

He could sacrifice himself to calm the public grievances, but he would never allow these barbaric warriors to trample on the majesty of the sacrificial department!

Sacrifices represent inheritance and the foundation of the tribe. If the authority is not guaranteed and is completely trampled by the warriors, the inheritance of this tribe will be done...

So in an instant, Savon secretly woke up his real name totem. He had a murderous intention in his heart, and he had already planned to kill this guy who challenged the authority of the sacrificial priest in the shortest time!

Bron seemed to feel the murderous intent of everyone, and quickly waved his hand and explained: "Old men, don't get me wrong, I have no malice!"

Looking at Bron, who was becoming more and more powerful a few days ago, instantly posing this posture. The expressions of many priests slowed down slightly. Old Savon looked at him carefully and found that the other party was indeed not malicious and said slowly: "Is something wrong?"

"Outside..." Bron said excitedly: "Sir Savon, there is some movement in the scroll of your sacrifice!!"

"Oh?" Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then they were immediately excited.

"Go out and have a look!" Savon said quickly.

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A group of orc priests walked quickly towards the altar under the guidance of Bron. From a distance, they saw that the sky was covered with white array refining runes, and a huge aura came from the array refining. Then... the rune began to appear like a spider-web-like crack, which looked visually as if the entire sky was about to break.

Something is coming!!

In an instant, Savon hurriedly shouted: "Everyone kneels down to welcome the arrival of Lord God!!!"

All the shocked orcs knelt on the ground with the harsh shouts of Savon, while Savon led all the priests to kneel down at the front...

God of Wind, please bless us!!

Savon prayed silently in his heart...

Unlike other orcs, after reading the literature, he knew very well that the things in the scroll were not necessarily good, and they were not the same thing as the gods they imagined in their hearts...

But now that things have come to this point, I can only pray that their surrender can be exchanged for the kindness of the unknown...

Just when he was panicked in his heart, suddenly... Savon heard a scream!
Chapter completed!