Chapter 1782

A sorrowful aura pervaded the Inuit camp, making people feel sad. No matter how many evils the Inuit had committed and what kind of wild hopes they had, it was undeniable that he was one of the leading roles of this era. The turmoil in the world was caused by the Inuit alone. Since ancient times, those people making waves had been regarded as heroes. The Inuit was indeed worthy of this. Now that the hero had come to an end, it inevitably made people feel sad. However, what happened to the Inuit at this moment was the same as what would happen to them if Jason failed. Therefore, only the winner could control his fate. "I am the sinner of the Inuit!" the First Elder looked at the clansmen, releasing a difficult roar from his mouth. It was unknown to anyone how much sorrow was contained within it. In a battle, the winner was the hero, the winner would be alive, and the loser would be dead. This rule had never been overturned. The First Elder of the Inuit ultimately brought the Inui