�We will definitely get it done.�

They could do it. They will do it.

He could not give such bland responses if he wanted to live. He needed to say something that put more certainty than that.

Cale started to frown while looking at the desperate Dwarf chief before his face quickly returned to normal.

�Why is he overreacting like this?�

He could have simply said, �yes,� so why was he banging his forehead against the ground in desperation like this?

Cale felt that something was off, but decided it must be the Dwarf chief�s personal style and just put his hand on the chief�s shoulder.

Pat.

Chief Kanelle got goosebumps at how cold the hand that was placed on his shoulder felt. An indifferent voice reached his ear before those goosebumps could go away.

�I feel your desire to live. Work hard.�

The Dwarf bit down on his lips.

�As expected, is will alone not enough?�

Firebird.

Although he didn�t know exactly what the commander was asking for, he felt as if they needed to make that in order to survive.

�I need to save my tribe, even if we end up being slaves again.�

The commander�s voice could be heard again at that moment.

�Although you were our enemies, the wings made by the Flame Dwarf tribe were amazing.�

�Amazing? The wings that we made?�

The chief flinched and slowly raised his head. He made eye contact with Cale.

�We will dominate the sky on the battlefield.�

Everyone else was silent in the area. Cale�s voice started to settle within the Flame Dwarves.

�I look forward to the Flame Dwarf tribe making properly made wings with your hands this time.�

The chief felt the hand leaving his shoulder along with that statement.

The commander did not tell the Flame Dwarf tribe to become slaves nor talk about anything related to the future. JrNovels.com