The screaming shaman told Qianye everything as quickly as he could.

He was a very distant relative of Lord Sousa, and even that was enough to land him a fairly important position. The responsibility of dealing with the holy tree also fell into his hands. He heard something calling out to him the moment he saw the holy tree, and he responded without much thought. All of a sudden, the vague call erupted into a thunderous boom that stabbed into his consciousness like sharp stakes. The pain had almost knocked him out.

Qianye asked in greater detail and finally understood that the call probably came from the holy tree itself. The Moorland werewolves almost destroyed the holy tree, so the fate of this shaman who dared to respond to its angry consciousness wasn’t all that great.

The Moorland werewolves had always been ferocious, but they had suffered setbacks at every step of the pioneering process. Unfamiliar with the beast horde’s combat style, Overlord Sousa did not have sufficient troops or defensive arrangements when the door opened. As a result, their forces were immediately overrun once the enemy appeared.

The Moorland werewolves...