When the battle on the grassland was in full swing...
To the west of the territory, a group of people appeared at the foot of the western mountain.
Without exception, these people were all from the Black Scale Race of the Horn Alliance, totaling about five hundred people.
The leader was wearing a Wizard Robe, gesturing continuously outside the mist, muttering like chanting.
"The Three-Eyed One-Horned High Priest said the battle is still ongoing. It seems the voice of the Master of the Abyss is very angry; it's surprising he hasn't captured it for so long!"
After some gestures, the wizard was very shocked and said to the person beside him.
"Assistant Priest, the Three-Eyed One-Horned High Priest must be talking nonsense. The means of the King are unfathomable; to destroy a Demon Lord, he needs only to flip his hand!" A Black Scale Race warrior beside him, full of awe, thought the High Priest was speaking nonsense.
