Chapter 393 - 365: Extreme Solutions to Problems
Amberser looked at the tall, young druid and couldn’t help asking, "Aren’t you a follower of the Father of the Oak? How come you have suddenly become a chosen worshipper of Lady Laila?"
This was no trivial matter. Even between a major god and a lesser god, one could not simply change faith at will.
It was only because Sylvanas was easy to talk to. Had it been Lord of the Storm Talos, if anyone dared to convert to his lesser brethren, they might just be struck dead by a thunderbolt right then and there.
Laila explained, "When I was resurrected, I couldn’t control my divine power, and it contaminated some of the druids’ bodies. The Father of the Oak allowed these druids to become my followers, with Brandir being among them."
Amberser remembered the scene at that time. He had knocked Brandir unconscious and left him beside that great banyan tree, then went on to dig on his own.
He hadn’t expected that this fellow would be so lucky. For mortals to sense divine power in advance was an immense advantage.
This lad had become legendary at the age of thirty—a genius with limitless potential.
But Brandir still held a grudge against Amberser for knocking him unconscious. Bowing his head in Laila’s presence did not mean he sincerely sought Amberser’s instruction.
Therefore, when Amberser asked, "How many Shadow Druids are there, and do you know where they primarily reside?"
Brandir responded indifferently, "If Master Ultraman isn’t even aware of these basic details, then I’m afraid you can’t offer me much advice."