When the proposal was passed, the Orc Judge fell into a great rage and slammed the door, brushing past Arcaian, who was waiting outside.
When he stepped out of the town where the big meeting had been held, he suddenly saw a man in a grass robe, standing at the door and waiting for him.
"Tragic Wind? What are you doing here? Were you also persuaded by the boy to support me?" He frowned and asked coldly.
Rumbling laughter came from under the Big Druid's robe. "I was just worried about my old friend, so I came to see you."
"You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine."
"But you were almost killed by the Void Mask." The Tragic Wind said this sarcastically, but he was actually concerned about his safety. "If you had launched an attack, you would be dead by now."
The Orc Judge thought for a moment and said, "Anyway, I won't fight with the Fairies Council."
