"All free-form wolf cavalry, begin unrestricted slaughter!"
"May the ancestors protect you!"
After Motan spoke the last sentence using Mundo-Pan's voice, he gently raised his right hand, signaling to the real Mundo-Pan standing beside him to temporarily shut down the [Voice of the Veins].
The elder orc desperately suppressed his urge to burst into laughter and nodded slightly, dissipating the power that had been entrenched on this high platform all along. He took a breath and locked eyes with the young priest who had just sentenced the blasphemers to death for a long moment, then...
He deeply bowed his body.
The female knight standing behind Motan was startled. Although she didn't know much about the Holy Mountain Sumier before, after spending a few months on the main peak with her senior Hei Fan, how could she not understand the reverence the orc elders held in the eyes of the Sumier orcs?
