“Lord Savon?”Many priests stood up and looked at the old priest in shock.
In terms of seniority and seniority, Savon was definitely the best among the remaining old priests. Even a proud chief like Hoult had to treat him with respect as an elder.
Now that a large number of elites had been lost in the Gale tribe, this high priest who could only stabilize the morale of the army and control the situation was actually taking the blame?
“Sir...”a middle-aged priest beside him quickly stood up and said, “Let me do it. The Gale tribe can not do without you now!”
“You can’t...”shaman smiled and shook his head. “Your status is not enough to appease the resentment of the tribesmen...”
Everyone fell silent when they heard that. Among the remaining priests in the tent, only Savon was qualified to bear such a huge burden!
But without him, what would the tribe do in the future?
