Omir said in a deep voice, "I will do my best."
The wrinkles on the High Priest's face stretched into an expression of relief.
"I believe in you, after all, you've inherited the Soul Ripple of Beakleus, which is akin to that of the Ancestor."
Rod was moved, Beakleus?
This name seemed familiar, but he couldn't recall it at the moment.
It seems this Omir is also a powerful "Life of Man," having inherited a Soul Ripple that is on par with the Giant Ancestor.
No wonder the ancient evil thoughts of Ake would conspire against him.
Asdes shouted, "Our Giant Clan will again witness the glory of ancient times!"
The heated discussion started quickly, and the scene before Rod gradually blurred, everything around him turning into steaming mist.
He knew the next scene would soon unfold before him.
This time, he didn't have to wait long.
When Rod's vision returned to normal, he was already in the Great Dragon City, the "War City" of the giants.
