"This…" The servant sweated before he said, "The Desolate Crow Clan is one of the four clans under the Desolate Netherbird Tribe with a deep ancestral history."
"This servant is afraid that if Your Highness continues to push them, they will only grow disloyal to the tribe and rebel, Your Highness."
"Once their flames of fury are ignited, there's a chance they could awaken their ancestral bloodline and grow into a fearsome force—even the tribe will have to take seriously."
"You don't need to worry about that," the Desolate Netherbird Second Prince said coolly before he explained, "I planned to use the Desolate Crow Clan's forces as the vanguard anyway. They are just cannon fodders that are destined to die in battle."
"Yet, Your Highness is expending much efforts to acquire these cannon fodders…" the servant sighed with silent lamentation.
