~Date: ~October 20th~

In the Wood-throated Fortress leading to the Winter Spring Valley, a large number of bear monsters were passing by, looking busy.

Lagroll stood on the steps of the altar and kept commanding his tribe members. Forty or fifty bear monster shamans near the altar were assisting him.

The ceremony held now is the inspiration that Lagroll got in his conversation with Leo. At some point, he concentrated his people on dedicating their faith to the gods to obtain more gifts from the gods.

In order to hold this ceremony, Lagroll mobilized all the power in his hands, in order to ensure that the ceremony is large enough and the power of faith is dedicated enough, Lagroll even made the Wood-throated Bear monsters give up several villages on the periphery.

As for the current situation of the Wood-throated Bear Monster, it would be a huge loss to give up a few villages. Once the ritual is ineffective or even fails, the entire Wood-throated tribe will slide to the edge of extermination.

Lagroll is gambled, and what he is betting on is that the elemental gods will not give up on the bear monsters that have always believed in them.

But how can the gods’ minds be guessed by mortals?

Although Lagroll was calm on his face, he was actually extremely uneasy inside because he couldn't afford to lose this big bet.

But it wouldn't work if Lagroll didn't gamble. If there was no miracle in the current situation of the Wood-throated tribe, they could only take it for a year or two at most. If they didn't fight while they could still be gambling, would they have to wait until they lost the last effort to regret it?

"Elder, the ceremony is ready."

"Then let's start."

Several bear monsters and shamans led a group of young bear monsters waiting to become shaman sacrifices to leave the altar, and success or failure was the result of this.

Seeing this, Lagroll felt even more nervous. The old bear monster could only pray silently, and the Elemental Elemental Gods were concerned about their old feelings to help them, so that the Wood-throated tribe could overcome this difficulty.

The power of faith is continuously transported to a mysterious place through the ritual, and an invisible pressure is descending on the head of every wooden-throated bear monster.

The gods are paying attention to us!

Lagroll's eyes widened☆The critical moment has come.

You must succeed!

The wooden shamans shouted in their hearts that this bet was focused on the survival of the entire tribe.

Unfortunately, many things are not subject to human will.

At some point, the more you expect something to succeed, the greater the chance of failure.

The bear monsters prayed devoutly, and the power of faith was constantly dedicated, but there was no change on the altar.

Lagrol and the Bear Monster Shaman were anxious as ants on a hot pan.

What exactly are those elemental gods doing? We have already contributed so much, but they don’t give them any God’s grace?

The bear monster shamans are anxious. The elemental god who absorbs the power of faith is there.

Now the bear monsters are the bear monsters who want to others, so of course they don’t care, but the elemental gods don’t think about it. How much faith does they have to gain from the bear monsters in doing this?

As time goes by, the power of faith dedicated by the monsters becomes less and less, and the pressure of the elemental gods gradually decreases.

Lagroll's face changed. The reduction of the pressure of the gods was not because they rewarded the gods, but because they were leaving.

It is unreasonable to absorb the power of faith that only accumulated in ten years, but leave without giving it a trace of divine grace.

A bad premonition arose from Lagroll's heart.

I heard that the orcs are also trying to obtain the grace of God recently. Has the gods given them all the gifts?

Then what are our Wood-throated tribes?

Now we are pointing at the excessive gifts of the gods. If the young people in the group cannot be successfully promoted to shamans, we will not be able to last for a year even if we do not give up those villages.

The bears who participated in the ceremony stood up one by one. Except for the shaman, the other bears were stunned and had no idea what was going on...

Looking at their eyes around and looking around, Lagroll felt his chest tightness and his mouthful of blood was about to spurt out.

"Why is this happening? Did the gods abandon us?"

A bear monster shaman hesitated and expressed his thoughts.

If the other shamans in the Ragrolls spoken clan had not been used to attack him, but now everyone is silent, because it seems to be a fact that the Wood-throated tribe was abandoned by the gods.

"We have believed in you for countless years. We have allowed you to gain enough faith in an age when no one believes in it. It is our offerings over the past countless years that have made you stronger. We regard you as spiritual pillars, but you have abandoned us when we need help the most. Why is this happening?"

Lagroll forced himself to swallow the blood from his mouth, and the old bear man yelled at the altar, and everyone's bear monsters could feel the elder's anger.

A believer asks the gods he believes in, how much grievances he has to suffer and how strong anger he has in his heart is to do so?

The words of the elder Bear Monster echoed in the Wood-throat Fortress. At this time, even the slower Bear Man understood that something huge happened in the clan. His tribe was abandoned by the gods they believed in for millions of years.

Why give up on us?

Because the elemental gods have found a racial orc who has greater potential and can contribute more faith to them!

What is the Wood-throat tribe that has served the elemental gods for thousands of years in the eyes of those elemental gods?

Is it the garbage that can be discarded after use?

Don’t forget, if our bear monster race had not believed in you for millions of years, how could you have been today? The four elements lords would have killed you long ago.

"What a shit god, a group of ungrateful villains!"

A bear monster shaman rushed to the altar with a roar, waved his bear's paw and beat it around, and the altar was destroyed.

All the bear monsters looked at this shaman and looked forward to the arrival of divine punishment.

It wasn't the Wood-throated Bear Monsters that were vicious, nor was it because this shaman caused the resentment of the heavens and people in the clan that everyone had eliminated him and died earlier, but the Bear Monsters wanted to know whether the Elemental God really gave up on them.

If the gods are still paying attention to the Wood-throat tribe, then someone destroys the altar that worships him and they will definitely impose divine punishment to demonstrate the authority of God. If they give up the bear monster, divine punishment will not happen.

"No divine punishment! No divine punishment...ah..."

The wooden-throated bear monsters were disappointed, and Lagroll screamed in pain and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The Wood-throated tribe, who has served the Elemental Gods for millions of years, did not give up on the belief in the Elemental Gods at the most difficult moment of the race, and was abandoned!

Moreover, after the elemental gods decided to abandon the Wood-throated tribe, they actually had the face to absorb the power of their dedication!

betray!

What else is more infuriating than this despicable betrayal?

What else is more heartbreaking than this ruthless abandonment?

The anger burned on the wooden-throated bear monster's chest. The strong hatred wanted to explode their chest. The monsters all entered a state of madness with red eyes. They vented their anger at the altar that hit the clan, which had consumed a lot of their efforts. The thick and powerful bear paws slapped the altar that had been entrusted with them the moment before.

The altar slowly cracked under the attack of the bear monsters, gradually shattered under their roar, collapsed in their resentment, and finally destroyed in their madness... just as they believe in the elemental gods.

"It's gone..." Lagroll's eyes were heartless, and the old bear man was listless. "Will the Wood-throat tribe, which has been passed down for tens of millions of years, be ruined in my hands?"

"No! You must not do this!"

A burly bear figure suddenly flashed through the head of the elder Bear Monster. His sturdy body, as smart as the mind of the priest in the clan, and the human man he called the master...,

"Maybe this is the final elimination of the tribe. Although there is only one contact, I have to give it a try anyway."

If the drowning person even grasps a straw, he will not let go. The wooden-throated bear monster is at a loss at this time, and Lagroll will not let go of any loss now.

Leo didn't know that something big was about to happen. Whether it was to the Wood-throated Bear Monster, to him, to the entire human race, or to the entire world.

He had already arrived at the Eagle Nest Mountain in Hinterland when the Wood-throated Fortress held a sacrificial ceremony for the Elemental Gods.

It is connected to the Arachi Heights in the south, to the Hillsbrad Hills and the Altlan Mountains in the west, and to the plague in the north. This is Hindland, a jungle belt with an extremely important geographical location.

Primitive oaks and maples can be seen everywhere in the dense deciduous forests of Hinterland, and most of these trees are ancient trees that have existed for thousands of years. The towering trees covering the sky form the unique scenery of Hinterland.

Surrounded by the continuous and steep mountains, there is only one road from land to Hinterland, and Eagle Nest Mountain is located at the end of this avenue.

The Wild Hammer Dwarfs adhere to the dwarf's usual generous character. They are wild and hospitable. They like to decorate their beards and hair with bright objects such as feathers. They let Leo experience what enthusiasm is. At the banquet held to welcome Leo, except Prince Carderos and Branigan, who is more familiar with Leo, many Wild Hammer Dwarfs whom Leo didn't know came to compete with him, making Leo feel overwhelmed.

Seeing the enthusiasm of the dwarves, Leo secretly thanked. Fortunately, he came here after being promoted to demigod, and the impact of alcohol on him was close to nothing, otherwise the enthusiasm of the dwarves alone would have to be poured down.

Kadros and Branigan did not mention anything important at the banquet, which gave Leo enough time to observe Eagle Nest Mountain.

As the capital of the Wild Hammer Dwarf, the city, backed by Lake Dalone, is deeply embedded in a huge mountain. Its image looks like a huge griffin. Its eyes and nostrils are the passageways connecting the outside world. After being carved by the Wild Hammer Dwarf from generation to generation, this griffin-shaped mountain city is clearly visible even every feather.

In terms of architectural structure, Eagle Nest Mountain is generally similar to Iron Fortress, but its building has no roof. According to the Wild Hammer Dwarfs, this allows them to see the sky so that they can practice harnessing griffins and throwing warhammers.

"A very good city, this is a masterpiece of smart creatures transforming nature."

When Carderos asked about Leo's impression of Eagle Nest Mountain, Leo gave a proud answer to the Dwarf Prince. Not long after Carderos left, a spiritual fluctuation came from Leo's private space. The one who sent the mental fluctuation was the giant bear priest Nalorac.
Chapter completed!