In the Woodthroat Fortress leading to Winterspring Valley, a large number of bear monsters are shuttling in and out, looking busy. -

Lagrol stood on the steps of the altar and commanded his people, and near the altar forty or fifty furfur shamans assisted him.

The ritual that is now taking place was inspired by Lagrol's conversation with Leo, and at some point he concentrated his people on dedicating the power of faith to the gods in order to obtain more gifts from the gods.

In order to carry out this ceremony, Lagrol mobilized all the strength of his hands, in order to ensure that the ritual was large enough and the power of faith was enough, and Lagrol even made the wood-throated bear monsters abandon several villages on the outskirts.

In the current situation of the wood-throated bear monsters, giving up a few villages is an extremely heavy loss, and once the ritual is ineffective or even fails, the entire wood-throated tribe will slide to the brink of extinction.

Lagrol was taking a big gamble, and the bet was that the elemental gods would not give up on the bear monsters that they had always believed in.

But how can mortals guess the thoughts of the gods?

Don't look at Lagroll's calm face, in fact, his heart is also extremely uneasy, because he can't afford to lose this big gamble.

But Lagrol can't gamble, with the current situation of the Wood Throat Tribe, if no miracle happens, they will last a year or two at most, and if they don't fight while they can still gamble now, will they have to wait until they lose the strength of the last fight to regret it?

"Elder, the ritual is ready."

"Then let's get started."

Several bear monster shamans lead a group of young bear monsters who are waiting to become shamans to the altar, and success or failure is a matter of success or failure.

Seeing this, Lageror's nervousness was even worse, and the old bear monster could only pray silently, hoping that the elemental gods would help them with their old feelings and let the Woodthroat Tribe survive this difficult time.

The power of faith is channeled through rituals to a mysterious place, and an invisible pressure descends on the head of each wood-throated bear monster.

The gods are watching us!

Lager's eyes widened, and the most critical moment had arrived.

It must be a success!

The wood-throated shamans shouted in their hearts, a bet on the survival of the entire tribe.

Unfortunately, many things are not subject to human will.

At some point, the more you expect things to work out. The more likely you are to fail.

The bears prayed devoutly, and the power of faith continued to be offered, but the altar did not change in the slightest.

Lagrol and the Bear Shaman were as anxious as ants in a hot pot.

What the hell are those elemental gods doing? &&>We have given so much that they don't give any grace at all?

The bear monster shaman is in a hurry, but the elemental gods who absorb the power of faith are there.

Now it's the bear monsters who are asking for help, and of course they don't care. But the elemental gods didn't want to think about how much faith power they had to get from the bear monsters for doing so?

As time passed, the power of faith contributed by the bear monsters became less and less, and the coercion of the elemental gods gradually lessened.

Lagrol's face changed, and the reduction of the god's coercion was not a reward for them. It's because they're leaving.

How can it be unreasonable to absorb the power of faith equivalent to ten years of ordinary people to accumulate, but leave without a trace of divine grace?

A bad premonition rose in Lagrore's mind.

I heard that the orcs have been trying to obtain divine favors recently, but have the gods bestowed all their gifts on them?

So what are we, the Woodthroat Clan?

Now we are pointing to the gifts of the gods, and if this group of young people in the clan cannot succeed in becoming shamans, even if we don't give up those villages, we will not be able to sustain ourselves for a year.

Pressed in, the bears who participated in the ceremony stood up one by one, except for the shaman, the other bear monsters were dumbfounded, and they didn't know what was going on.

Look at the way they look around and don't understand anything. Lagrol felt a tightness in his chest. A mouthful of reverse blood is about to spurt out.

"Why is this happening? Has the gods forsaken us? ”

A bear shaman hesitated to speak his mind.

If the other shamans of the Lagrol Clan had not spoken in the past, they would have attacked him in droves, but now everyone was silent, for the abandonment of the Woodthroat tribe by the gods seemed to be a fact.

"We have believed in you for countless years, it is we who have given you enough faith in the era when no one believes, it is our countless years of offerings that have made you stronger, and we regard you as spiritual pillars. Why did you abandon us when we needed it most? ”

Lagrol forced himself to swallow the blood in his mouth. The old bear-man yelled at the altar, and the elder's anger could be felt by all the bear-monsters.

A believer questions the deity he believes in. How much grievance does this have to suffer, and how strong is the resentment in the chest to be like this?

The words of the Elder Bear Monster echoed through the Wooden Throat Fortress, and even the dullest Bear Man understood that something great had happened in his clan - his tribe had been abandoned by the gods they had worshiped for thousands of years.

Why forsake us?

Because the elemental gods have found a race with greater potential and can contribute more faith to them - orcs!

What are the Woodthroat tribes that have served the elemental gods for thousands of years in the eyes of those elemental gods?

Is it garbage that can be discarded after use?

Don't forget, if it weren't for the belief that our bear monster race has believed in you for thousands of years, how could you be where you are today, the four elemental lords would have killed you a long time ago.

"What bullshit gods, a bunch of ungrateful villains!"

A fur shaman roared and rushed to the altar, waving his paws and beating the altar to the ground.

All the bear monsters looked at this shaman, expecting the divine punishment to come.

It's not that the wood-throated bears are vicious, it's not that the shaman has made people angry with the clan that everyone wants him to die sooner, it's that the bears want to know if the elemental gods have really given up on them.

If the gods are still paying attention to the Woodthroat tribe, then if someone destroys the altar where they are worshipped, they will definitely inflict divine punishment to show the authority of the gods, and if they give up on the bear monsters, the divine punishment will not happen.

"There is no divine punishment! There is no divine punishment...... Ah......h

The wood-throated bears were disappointed, and Lagrol screamed in pain, a mouthful of blood spurting out.

The Wood Throat Tribe, which has served the elemental gods for thousands of years, and the Wood Throat tribe that did not give up their belief in the elemental gods at the most difficult moment of the race, was just abandoned!

And the elemental gods still have the face to absorb their devotion of faith after deciding to abandon the Woodthroat tribe!

Treachery!

What could be more infuriating than this despicable betrayal?

What could be more heart-wrenching than this ruthless abandonment?

Anger burned in the chests of the wood-throated bears, and a thick hatred was about to burst their chests, and the bears all went berserk with red eyes. They vented their anger at the altar that had struck the Clan, which had cost them so much of their effort, and their thick and powerful paws slapped the altar on which they had held their hopes a moment before.

The altar slowly cracked under the attack of the bear monsters, and gradually shattered in their roar. and crumble in their resentment, and finally step towards destruction in their madness...... Just as they believe in elemental gods.

"It's gone, there's nothing......" Lagroll's eyes were blank, and the old bear man was sluggish. Could it be that the Woodthroat Clan, which has been passed down for thousands of years, will be lost in my hands? ”

"Nope! This must not be the case! ”

Suddenly, the Elder Bear Monster had a burly figure in his mind, his strong body, as intelligent as the mind of a priest of the clan, and the human man he called his master.

"Perhaps this is the last hope of the clan, although only one contact. But I'll have to give it a try anyway. ”

The drowning man would not let go even if he grabbed a straw, and the wood-throated bear monster was desperate at this point, and now Lagerol would not let go of any hope.

Leo didn't know that something big was about to happen, whether it was for the wood-throated bear, for him, for the entire Terran, or for the whole world.

By the time the Woodthroat Fortress was performing a ritual of worship to the elemental gods, he had arrived at the Eagle's Nest in Hinterland.

It is bordered by Arathi Highlands to the south and the Hillsbrad Hills and Alterac Mountains to the west. North to the East Plague Lands. This is Hinterland, a densely forested belt of great geographical importance.

Pristine oak and maple trees can be found throughout Hinterland's dense deciduous forests, and most of these trees are ancient trees that have existed for thousands of years.

Surrounded by rugged mountain ranges, there is only one road from land to Hinterland, and Eagle's Nest is located at the end of that road.

The Hammer Dwarves uphold the dwarves' usual bold character. Wild and hospitable, they like to decorate their beards and hair with bright objects such as feathers, and they give Leo a taste of what it means to be warm. At a banquet to welcome Leo. With the exception of Prince Caderos and Branigan, who was a comparison with Leo, many of the Hammer Dwarves whom Leo didn't even know came to fight him for wine. Let Leo feel overwhelmed.

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

Caderos and Branigan don't mention anything serious during the feast, which gives Leo plenty of time to observe Eagle's Nest.

As the capital of the Hammer Dwarves, the city is deeply embedded in a huge mountain with its backdrop to Lake Daron Mill, its image resembles a giant griffin, its eyes and nostrils are the passage connecting the city to the outside world, and after generations of Hammer Dwarves, this mountain city shaped like a griffin is clearly visible even to every feather.

Hawk's Nest is similar to Ironforge in terms of structure, but its buildings are roofless, which the Hammer Dwarves say allows them to see the sky, allowing them to practice wielding griffins and throwing warhammers.

"It's a nice city, it's a masterpiece of intelligent creatures transforming nature."

When Cardros asked Leo about his impression of the Eagle's Nest, Leo replied with a pride that made the Dwarven Prince proud, and not long after Cardros left, a spiritual fluctuation came from Leo's personal space, and it was the giant bear sacrificing Nalorac. To be continued.