473 Cannon Fodder

"Damn it…"

Lazart's expression kept worsening as Yass explained everything, a vein started twitching on his forehead. He really hadn't expected Yass to actually charge into this disaster. He roared, upset, "Do you know what you did? Before I left I repeatedly warned you to not let it go to your head and not mobilize the troops without my command…"

Lazart was truly mad, his finger was almost poking Yass' nose. It was clear that this Prophet was extremely angry.

How could he not be.

None of the elite Wolf-Riders had been able to escape, Yass was the only survivor. And that cavalry unit was a great part of the force stationed in the Ghost Valley, such a huge loss would have an impact on the Thawing Fire Tribe's forces.

Even if he doted on Yass, he couldn't help reprimanding him this time...