Chief Kanelle. That was the name of the Flame Dwarf tribe chief that the Bears had looked down upon. That chief had supposedly kneeled in front of Cale.

He was probably begging for his life.

�I gave something for the Flame Dwarf tribe to do.�

The atmosphere around the Bears changed. They started to think.

�The Flame Dwarves earned a chance.�

They had earned a chance at survival.

It was natural for them to think that way. However, Cale had never promised the Dwarves anything and instead had only given them an order.

Cale noticed the change in atmosphere and confidently continued to speak.

�Although it looks like your king has chosen to throw you away.�

The Bears did not seem to react to that statement. This was especially true for the administrator.

�It�d be a loss.�

The Bears were able to be stronger than normal because of their high numbers. The king that the administrator knew would not come to the Gorge of Death to rescue them while facing a loss.

All he cared about was a land for the Bears to live on and a kingdom for him to rule.

That was why the shrewd Bears did not expect any help from their kin.

Cale knew about this as well.

�But you see��

The fact that they did not expect to be rescued did not mean that they wanted to die.

These shrewd bastards knew better than anybody else.

They knew that they would die for nothing if they died like this. The Bears knew better than anybody else that they could not die like this.

That was why Cale asked them a question.

�Since when have Bears been faithful? Since when have Bears been loyal?�

Tap. Tap.

Cale approached the iron bars. He pushed his head close to the bars and observed the chained Bear administrator inside.

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