The Human Race Prophet shouted in a babbling manner, boosting the enemy's morale while extinguishing his own. It seemed he was genuinely terrified.
The other three Human Race heroes saw this and naturally wouldn't give him a good look.
"Our army numbers are over ten thousand, how many troops would the enemy need to wash our Human Race territory in blood?!"
The Sharpshooter was the first to disagree with the Prophet.
"Three thousand! That formidable territory has dispatched a total of three thousand troops!" The Prophet said grimly.
Upon hearing this, not only the Sharpshooter and Divine Archer but even the stoic Human Race Butcher laughed abruptly.
"Prophet elder, we respect you as a senior and show you respect, but if you disrupt the morale of our Human Race army again, we won't give you any face!"
The Butcher said irritably, and tossed a white-eyed glance at the Prophet.
