"When it's time for them to go to the battlefield, I will send someone to contact you."
"Ah, this..."
Boboke felt a wave of fear, thinking the Military Governor Hurley was going to use him as cannon fodder again. But the next moment, the Grand Marshal stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said:
"Don't be afraid, just stay in the main camp. After this battle, you can go home. Your father contributed 2,500 elite hunters to the clan. The old Chieftain has seen the loyalty of the Black Eye Clan, and of course, you are qualified to share in my victory.
I will send you back home with news of victory, and you will bring glory to your old father and your clan.
Alas, he is indeed getting old."
With that, the Grand Marshal wagged his tail and left the tent to inspect the troops. They were soon to launch the final attack on that damned Blood Flag Heights... uh, now it should be called the Blood Flag Pit.
