Therefore, Chieftain Amot pondered for a moment and then politely declined:
"I am very willing to help you, Xinger. My god also needs a healthy Whip-tail Chieftain; however, you may not yet know that the central battlefield has just had a breakthrough. The Nord's Klim Fortress has already collapsed under the divine power of my god, and General Huggesen will soon be able to lead his army into that fertile land.
In this way, both the Gehrman·Bonebite Chieftain in the west and General Huggesen in the center have achieved great victories, and the unfinished grand undertaking of the King of Bone Biting might even have a chance of realization.
I am on the verge of calling upon the entire Blood Scar Clan to join this great conquest, and I really..."
"But you need food and enough weapons."
Old Singer, lying on the litter, was gasping for breath, and his difficult stance made Chieftain Amot worry if this guy would die right in front of him the next second.
