"We just ran into a team of 100 orcs with a large amount of Wizard resources trying to get across Mount Budapest. I'm afraid You don't need me to explain anymore, do you?" Said Abel coldly.
Head Commander Craig nodded. Actually, he did not know too much about the details of this crystal core Mission. Everything from the direction, position, and process was organized by Young Master Anthony, which was rare.
"Look at Anthony's portal bag; it's full of 100 skills iron. What do you think you are going to do?" Abel yelled.
Young master Anthony was held up by a few injured knights. His face had already grown white from his poked eyeballs, but now it was starting to look grey. His whole body began to shake.
There was nothing more frowned upon than being a race traitor in this world--by all humans, no matter the time or circumstance. No matter who much of a prestigious noble you were, if you betrayed your race, your whole family would end.
