"No problem."
Wanhild was stunned and then overjoyed. But the next moment, he hesitated.
"What's wrong, sir?" Jack asked.
"Is there any difficulty?"
"The God-King's men and the orc tribe are friends. As your friend, I'm willing to help you."
Jack said, wondering why Wanhild hesitated.
"No, you misunderstood."
"There is no orc tribe without the heavenly shield God-King. You are the new God-King, so of course, I am willing to accept your advice."
With a bitter smile, Wanhild told him the reason why they worshiped the heavenly shield God-King.
"The reason why the mist mountain is foggy all year round is that there is an ancient god of the void sealed in it."
"Back then, the heavenly shield God-King had defeated the ancient god of the void, but he didn't kill him. Instead, he had sealed him, but the power of the seal weakened every year."
"Our orc tribe often worshiped the heavenly shield God-King to let the seal continue to last."
Wanhild said with a bitter smile.