The elven shaman glared at the werewolf, growling resentfully, "Let's not dwell on what happened last time! This time it's entirely this human's fault. If you ask me, there shouldn't be any humans in the Crusader army at all. We should expel this guy named Randall..."

Minnie, the shaman leader who had remained silent throughout, suddenly spoke up: "Besides this Randall, isn't there another human in the Crusader?"

Upon hearing Minnie's words, the other shamans widened their eyes and stood there stunned.

"Who is this other human?!"

Minnie raised her withered finger and slowly pointed to herself: "Me."

The other shamans gasped in unison. Due to Minnie's mysterious identity and her close relationship with the Dragon God, almost none of the Crusaders considered her human. However, they suddenly realized something, or rather, remembered something.

The leader of the shamanic gathering, Ms. Minnie, was indeed a human.

The old elven shaman instantly realized what she meant and quickly said, "Lady Minnie, you know that's not what I meant..."

Minnie smiled and waved her hand: "There's no need for anyone to argue about this anymore. We'll have to trouble the Dragon God to make a judgment."

The orc shaman bowed his head and said respectfully, "That is indeed the case."

The tauren shaman and the werewolf shaman glanced at the elf shaman simultaneously. The tauren shaman's eyes held a hint of worry, while the werewolf's eyes were filled with schadenfreude.

The elven shaman, his face tense, closed his eyes and said to Minnie, "I agree with your decision."