"You have the right to refuse, but if you do, your promotion as a War Shaman will be cancelled," said the bear-man Vieri, his face expressionless.
"Such cruelty!" Liu Zhenhan pulled over the military parchment authorization, grating his teeth in rage.
"I am more aware than you of the difficulty of this task, Mr. Shaman! Going into the dark lair of the Dark Elves is a daunting prospect, even for the Holy Temple Knights. But my troop is the oldest and most elite squadron in the 'Strength of the Dragon Horn' legion - a unit that will charge forward even in the face of certain death! You're in luck this time. Even if you hadn't come, I would have undertaken this rescue mission alone. Because this concerns the kingdom's major breakthrough in opening up an external trade route!" The bear-man's face held a hint of helplessness and schadenfreude.
