CHAPTER 588: CHAPTER 505: NO... THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! (3)

Above them, on the throne, sat a tall half-beast draped in a beast-skin cloak.

This was the new king of the half-beasts, Prophetic King Bazan.

He was called the "Oracle King" because, unlike other kings, Bazan was appointed directly by the Hunting Church based on the True God’s Oracle.

Beside Bazan, on either side, there were two more thrones.

On the right, adorned with white bones, sat a half-beast wearing a priest robe.

That was the new Chief Priest of the half-beasts.

On the left, there was a much simpler seat occupied by a human.

This was the envoy from Sorren Commerce.

At this moment, the new king and chief priest of the half-beasts were looking gravely at the half-beast kneeling below them.

Even the envoy from Sorren Commerce had a slight frown on his face.

"What did you say? Your tribe was broken by those evil elves?"

Prophetic King Bazan was full of disbelief.

"Wasn’t your tribe a medium-sized tribe with five thousand people?! And... you built fortifications! How could that kind of strength possibly be unable to resist the elves? When they attacked before, their numbers were never more than a few hundred!"

Bazan said sternly.

Upon hearing his words, the kneeling half-beast instantly broke down:

"King... no, it wasn’t like that, it wasn’t just a few hundred, this time there were many of them... a few thousand, definitely over two thousand! And their strength is terrifying! So many silver-ranked warriors! And over a dozen dragons!"

A few thousand people? Many silver-ranked warriors? Over a dozen dragons?

Bazan’s eyes slightly shifted.

Such strength truly wasn’t something a medium-sized tribe could resist.

*Unknowingly, had the elves grown so powerful?*

But...

"If I remember correctly, the Sandstorm Tribe, ranked third in the Royal Court, is very close to you. Even if you were attacked, the support troops should have arrived quickly!"

"Sandstorm Tribe, you owe me an explanation!"

Bazan said sternly.

The last sentence was directed at a certain half-beast seated on the other side.

This was a messenger from the Sandstorm Tribe.

The Sandstorm Tribe was stationed by high-level professionals of the Golden Rank.

Ordinarily, as long as their support was timely, they should have been able to repel these powerful elves.

Upon hearing Bazan’s words, the messenger from the Sandstorm Tribe also appeared troubled:

"King... it wasn’t that our tribe didn’t want to assist, but by the time we arrived, their tribe had already been destroyed..."

Already destroyed by the time they arrived?

Upon hearing this, all the half-beasts present fell silent.

Their faces were all filled with disbelief, their expressions shocked.

"Impossible! With the mages from our commerce, plus the protection of the statues of Father God from the cold and Hunting God, your fortress walls should have been impregnable, how could it have been broken by elves?"

The mage from Sorren Commerce shook his head repeatedly.

"What exactly happened?"

Bazan looked at the half-kneeling recipient of the Divine Punishment and asked seriously.

The kneeling half-beast shivered, glanced at the Sorren Commerce envoy, and hesitated a little.

Bazan frowned.

He looked at the envoy and then at the kneeling half-beast, and said:

"Sorren Commerce is our friend, just say what you have to say."

However, even with Bazan’s words, the kneeling half-beast still hesitated.

Not until Bazan was losing his patience, his gaze growing colder, did the kneeling half-beast finally stammer:

"It was... Divine Punishment! We were hit by Divine Punishment! The Divine Punishment destroyed our walls!"

Divine Punishment?!

The half-beasts in the tent were stunned, their expressions somewhat dazed.

*In an instant, they recalled the terror dominated by Divine Punishment a few months ago...*

However...

"That’s impossible! The elves can no longer cause us harm with Father God’s Divine Punishment!"

The Chief Priest shook his head.

Upon hearing his words, the kneeling half-beast shook his head:

"No... it wasn’t Father God’s Divine Punishment..."

As he spoke, he glanced at the relaxed Sorren Commerce envoy sitting above, a spark of anger in his eyes:

"It was the Divine Punishment of the God of Darkness and Shadow!"

The God of Darkness and Shadow’s Divine Punishment?

The half-beasts were all taken aback.

Instantly, they all turned to look at the Sorren Commerce envoy.

Sorren Commerce envoy: ...

"No... that’s impossible!"

He widened his eyes and instinctively retorted.