Duncan felt that the current situation was very delicate.
It was not that he had no way to breach the Golden City, but the attitude of the Frenzied Gods was very ambiguous. Not everyone wanted to start a full-scale war because the Pantheon war had grown too large. The Barbarian Race army that convened began pillaging once they surrounded the Golden City. After coming all this way for war, it's impossible not to seize some spoils.
"It seems after winning a few battles, they aren't putting in as much effort."
Duncan's gaze was deep and penetrating.
After all, these barbarians were nothing more than a motley crew. Many Barbarian tribes served different Divine Spirits, and without a true Barbarian King to rule them, once the attitude of the Priests of these Divine Spirits wavered slightly, the tribal chiefs and warriors began to hesitate.
