Gamongri set down the fruit in his hand, took out a Command Token forged from Mithril, and handed it to Dades. "There are around twenty thousand newly recruited tribal warriors in Dutaragas City, south of Giant Stone Mountain Fortress. I want to hand this force over to you. Can you handle it?"
Looking at the Mithril Command Token before him, a flicker of struggle passed through Dades's eyes.
He knew in his heart that the commander neither wished nor wanted him to leave.
A few minutes later, seeing that Dades still had not moved, Gamongri asked, "What have you decided?"
At this, Dades raised his head and looked at his commander before slowly answering, "Commander, I will complete the task you give me."
Gamongri smiled at those words, shook the Mithril Command Token in his hand, and said, "In that case, take good care of this token."
"Yes."
Dades answered and accepted the Mithril Command Token.
"I thought highly of you in the past, and I still think highly of you now." Seeing him put the Mithril Command Token into his Spatial Equipment, Gamongri's expression relaxed. "Over the past several centuries, I have seen too many Black Asia Orcs with kind natures become unscrupulous in their pursuit of power and status."
"Take Motana, who will succeed you as Second Army Commander. More than two hundred years ago, he was also someone who could not tolerate even the slightest wrongdoing."
"But he served under a general consumed by greed. He could never rise above his station and spent decades as a messenger, while the fellow townsmen who had joined the army with him were promoted to officers one after another. Only he remained an ordinary soldier."
"After wasting away for too long, he suddenly changed after a war. He acknowledged that