Chapter 340 The Big Ship is Built_1

"How come we haven't taken it yet, it's been seven days, what are you doing?"

A young priest nearby softly said: "First Elder, every time you go to rest, the man inside also goes to sleep. And we don't know where he's getting food from, so he can keep holding on."

"What? When he's sleeping, we should intensify our attack. Why are we waiting?" The First Elder was even more furious.

"Because whenever you're sleeping, our slave war fighters stop putting in effort, claiming they're afraid of being poisoned without your magic. The other warriors, I simply cannot control them." He was at his wit's end as well.

The First Elder squinted his eyes in understanding. Without him there to watch, the slaves might be somewhat obedient but would definitely be working grudgingly, and not a single one of the warriors would be willing to charge in. If they get poisoned and there's no one to cure them, that wouldn't be good. The warriors have had their fair share of experiences with intense poisons.