He stood upright on the altar in full view of everyone, casting spells for half a day, yet his tribe members did not enter the Lord's territory.
Made him look like a fool!
If Zack Pudding didn't give him a reasonable explanation, he would certainly make Zack Pudding pay.
"To report to the High Priest, the Evil Lord is surrounded by seawater. The warriors need over twenty kilometers to cross the sea. It's not that we are unwilling, but we are powerless! Please, High Priest, punish us!"
Zack Pudding hurriedly had the Crystal Ball held up and kowtowed to it.
Within the hierarchical Limon Beastman Tribe. Though Zack Pudding had a reason, he dared not risk offending the High Priest's anger.
"So, this Lord might still be a Third-class Divine Stone. I will have the tribe trade ships for you. Also, I will contact High Priests from other veins to cast spells together." Upon hearing Zack Pudding's words, the Limon Beastman High Priest found it challenging but didn't blame him.
