“Is there enough time?” The tribal head said, not feeling at ease. However, his eyes were gleaming with anticipation.

He had long wanted to wipe out those feral scorpion beastmen. They often came to snatch their females. Otherwise, their village wouldn’t have been left with only 20 over females at the point their king came.

Winston said, “It’ll be a few more days. We have time.”

The small fries from the scorpion tribe would be left to the other beastmen in the village. Their enemy was Saint Zachary.

Winston said a few more words, bringing the atmosphere to the greatest height. He then handed the follow-up work to the tribal...