Chapter 671 - 395: The Army Approaches! (Part 2)

Moreover, they are about to feel the territory of the Witch Race.

"The Ogre Race?" Wu Ling’Er slightly furrowed her brow, murmuring.

"Is it because of what happened with Brother Xing last time?"

Thinking of this, Wu Ling’Er quickly opened the communication channel and called for an emergency meeting.

In the central meeting hall of the Witch Race.

Wu Ling’Er looked at everyone sternly, saying, "Everyone has heard, the Ogre Race is attacking us with their entire race."

"Their target is our Witch Race territory, intending to start a war."

Down below, a group of strong warriors of the Witch Race frowned tightly.

They asked, "Lady Saintess, we have had little contact with the Ogre Race."

"Now they suddenly want to attack us. Do we know why?"

Wu Ling’Er glanced at him, "Not long ago, Saint Master Han Xing killed the Demon Lord of the Ogre Race."

"This might be their revenge."

Hearing this, the expressions of the powerful legends of the Witch Race below changed instantly.

Because in this way, the Ogre Race now has a legitimate reason to act.

They want to wage war, and the Witch Race can only hold on.

At this moment, the Twelve Priests of the Witch Race suddenly asked, "Lady Saintess, can Saint Master Han Xing return?"

Wu Ling’Er shook her head, "I don’t know, I haven’t notified him yet."

"But even if I informed the Saint Master, he probably couldn’t return in a short time."

"After all, he is too far away from us now."

Wu Ling’Er was unaware of the marvels of the high-level Teleportation Array.

No matter how far apart they are, Han Xing and his group could instantly return.

"Then..." The Twelve Priests hesitated to finish.

Wu Ling’Er said, "If you have a question, just say it."

The Twelve Priests of the Witch Race continued, "As far as I know, the Ogre Race is powerful."

"Even without their Demon Lord, they still have over a hundred legendary figures."

"If Saint Master Han Xing doesn’t come back, can we withstand them with our Power?"

Wu Ling’Er directly said, "If the Ogre Race’s strength was only this, we could handle them without a problem."

"After all, our Witch Race Continent still has the dozens of Spiritual Godslaying Cannons left by Saint Master Han Xing."

"These Godslaying Cannons are high-tier ancient weapons, along with lots of other defense towers."

Hearing this, the legends of the Witch Race below breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Wu Ling’Er’s next words made their hearts jump again.

"But according to the intelligence I gathered."

"This time, for some unknown reason, the power of the Ogre Race has surged significantly."

"There are more than eighty middle-tier legendary ogres, and nearly thirty high-tier legends."

Hearing this, the Twelve Priests were immediately shocked, "So many legends? And such formidable power!"

"Isn’t it a bit difficult for us to deal with them?"

"After all, we only have twelve legends left, even with the help of the Spiritual Godslaying Cannons, we can’t handle so many enemies..."

"Unless the High Priest can use that Secret Technique again to gain demigod-level combat strength."

"Only then can we stand a chance."

Once said, everyone on the scene turned to the High Priest.

High Priest Xiao immediately nodded, "I have no problem."

"Recently, the fortune of the Witch Race has been soaring amazingly."

"My Power has also greatly increased, maintaining the Secret Technique for a long time is not an issue."

The legends present relaxed upon hearing this.

But then, Wu Ling’Er shook her head, "In fact, it’s not just like that."

"Besides those over one hundred legends, there are also five demigod-level ogres this time."

"The enemy’s power is much stronger than we anticipated..."

At this point, the sound of inhalation resonated throughout the audience.

"Hiss!!!"

"Five demigods! Thirty high-tier legends and dozens of middle-tier legends?"

"Oh my god, there’s no hope of victory at all!" The Twelve Priests of the Witch Race exclaimed in shock.

Other legends of the Witch Race also nodded heavily.

At this time, they continued, "Lady Saintess, please notify Saint Master Han Xing as soon as possible."

"Even if he can’t come back now."

"See if he can use his influence to get other races of the Holy Spirit Realm to come to our aid."

"Indeed, Lady Saintess, we are no match for the Ogre Race!"

Wu Ling’Er continued to shake her head, "It’s useless, the rules of the Holy Spirit Realm are that matters between two races must be resolved by themselves."

"We cannot involve other races."

"Moreover, with the Ogre Race suddenly manifesting five demigods this time."

"In the face of absolute Power, no one would be willing to help us."

"So this war still needs to be handled by ourselves."

Hearing this, the scene fell into silence.

A looming sense of crisis seemed to envelop their hearts.

This time, the enemy is too powerful.

Given their strength, there is simply no hope of victory.

The Twelve Priests said helplessly, "Saint Master Han Xing... was too reckless this time."

"Killing the Ogre Lord in front of so many people."

Wu Ling’Er glanced at him, saying in an incredibly serious tone, "Min Luo, do not question any decision of the Saint Master."

"I hope this is the first and last time!"

The Twelve Priests heard the threat in Wu Ling’Er’s tone.

Including other legends of the Witch Race, their gazes towards him were somewhat unfriendly.

After all, right now, Han Xing’s reputation in the Witch Race is said to be at its peak.

Even surpassing the previous Witch Race Saint Master, Helas.

The Twelve Priests dared to question Han Xing, which amounted to violating the crowd’s taboo.

He shivered and hurriedly said respectfully, "I acknowledge my mistake!"

"Saint Master Han Xing has led the Witch Race to victory time and time again, and I recklessly questioned his decision."

"I truly deserve to die!"

Listening to his voice of remorse, Wu Ling’Er shook her head, "That’s enough."