"Have you felt their resentment? If you were their god, even if you didn't have a body, would you sit back and ignore such a situation?"

Vermeer fell silent.

She had also heard about the brutal mistreatment of the orcs. Merchants could attack their villages without asking for any reason. The male orcs were killed on the spot or forced into labor, while the women were sold to the slave market.

But hearing about it and seeing it with your own eyes are completely different things.

Walking to the corner next to the city wall, there were more than a dozen orcs huddled together tightly, with their eyes closed tightly, still maintaining the same appearance as they did at the last moment.

But perhaps because they have seen too much despair, they don't have much fear on their faces, they just endure it with their eyes closed.

Vermeer's eyes darkened, her magic power surged up, and she squatted there quietly praying for them.

When the knights around saw her, they all looked at her strangely.

It was almost evening, and two light-colored moons of different colors slowly showed their traces.

Later.
Chapter completed!