The ears of the bear witch hunter moved, and the keen witch hunter senses allowed him to capture a different movement around him.

The lords of the three major families in front of them were quarreling and negotiating, and the soldiers behind them all focused on the opposite side.

But under the fierce quarrel, Gede heard a low, covered sound that was chanting. This sound was in language that Gede couldn't understand, with a sense of vicissitudes, firmness, and a hint of fanaticism.

It's like praying.

This sound of prayer came from all directions.

The sound is naturally made by people, which shows one thing - the enemy with a position surrounded them.

Ged's amber vertical pupils suddenly doubled, as if they were being saved by someone's heart. His senses told him that the danger came not only from the so-called "all directions", but also from his side.

...

"roar--!!"

The madman Lugo and Hogg Black Hand suddenly heard the giant bear's roar, deafening.

The sound comes from behind them.

And Easter showed a terrified expression in their eyes and rushed towards them.

——

Half a quarter of an hour ago.

On the hillside, soldiers from the Tursek, Drummond and Demen family were still arguing.

And in the jungle of mountains, there were a large group of hunters crawling low.

Their eyes were hidden in the darkness, without giving out any light; their marching rested on the bushes in the woods, without making any sound.

The direction they were heading was the soldiers of the three families halfway up the mountain.

Unlike these fully armed soldiers, these hunters were very simple in equipment and now they were not even wearing basic leather armor; they were naked and exposed their muscular chests and arms, covered with dense scars that were enough to dismember normal people.

They were surrounded by simple war skirts, but they were covered with thick cloaks on their backs, mostly made of whole fur such as wolves, wild boars, bears, etc.

Seeing these cloaks, it seems that you can understand where the scars on their bodies come from.

They were the Wilkars, the followers of Swabro.

Just holding a short axe and a round shield, the number of people was less than one-tenth of the family coalition forces in front of them, but they had full confidence to surround these Skeliger troops.

They are not afraid of death—even saying that they are here to seek death.

A strong bald figure with a big beard came out from behind them. Unlike the Verka warriors who were leaning down and sneaking down, he stood up straight and walked in the jungle like a walk in the garden.

The trees around him seemed to have all consciousness, and took the initiative to give way to him, even help him hide his whereabouts without making any sound.

All of this shows a fact-he is a druid.

After seeing the druid come out, all Velka bowed to him and whispered: High Priest Atis.

Yatis was still quite far from Skelig's side, but his eyes were like a hawk and falcon, passing through the heavy forests, and seeing everything on the hillside.

"Even with so many powerful warriors, they chose to settle for the status quo, crouched in this small archipelago, and gave the vast continent to those weak people..."

Artis looked at the team ahead coldly: "I'm still playing the king's game like a play... Ha, there are women in their team! They are wearing armor and shields. What do they regard the glory of the warriors as?"

Behind Hogg Black Hand, a female guard with a shield stood, with a heroic figure, agile body, and a dense calluses on her hands, which deserves the praise of "Iron Lady".

But in the eyes of the fallen druid, all this is a rebellious thing.

"Sure enough, they need guidance from my God Svablo, and they need to shine into the glory of my God."

The soldiers who were lying down and whispered in due time: "My god Svabrou."

Artis looked at the believers around him who were ready to fight at all times and nodded with satisfaction.

"The plan on Little Skellig Island was very smooth, and the dead warriors were also part of the blood sacrifice. The dedication of believers can please my God more."

"Then now, give these pagans in front of me to my God. Our dormant for decades is for today."

"Go, warriors, fight, fight, sacrifice, and please—my god Svablo!"

The eyes of the soldiers who were lying down gradually burned, as if a war drum began to rumble in their chests.

"For my god - Swabro!"

The figure of the fallen druid slowly retreated, and his footprints were covered by leaves and shrubs, covering his whereabouts-he had other tasks.

Following the path he left, the roar of wild beasts began to come in the depths of the jungle. It was not only the roar of wolves, but also the roar of some large monsters, and even more dull roars.

Never test how powerful a druid master who is proficient in the way of nature can burst out in the forest. This druid gave up his faith and has been operating in this forest for decades.

In response to the roar of these beasts, all the Velka warriors leaned down to the ground, no longer caring about hiding their own traces, and began to chant prayers loudly.

“My god Svabrou, I am your son, I am your group, I am your blade;

Please accept my blood, please accept my flesh, please receive my sacrifice;

May my pain be blessed to turn into God, and may my pain be joyful to turn into God.

Please give me a blade, please give me strength, please give me aura;

In the name of God, destroy the enemy of God; in the name of God, attack the enemy's land.

May you be with us—my god, Svablo!”
Chapter completed!