Half an hour later, Leo Ray stood with his hands behind his back, expression calm, on the large blue stone platform in the center of the werewolf tribe's sacred land. He looked down upon more than a thousand werewolves from above.
Standing beside him were little Jasper Richardson, and his awe-inspiring subordinates.
On the other side, were Bianca White, the young clan leader of the Werewolf Tribe, and three Werewolf Tribe elders.
Looking down, the werewolf warriors with their bulky bodies wearing leather armor and werewolves varying in height, clad in fur clothes, all stared at Leo Ray in the most eye-catching position, with awe in their eyes.
Without a doubt, since the guardian deity of their Snow Feather Tribe, Elder Jasper Richardson had been brought under his command... Wasn't this young human lord a God amongst the protector gods?
Most importantly, this human lord was going to help them get revenge and completely eliminate the half-orcs who had been occupying this place!
