A minotaur with maroon fur adorned with black tints slammed the communication book in his hand. "You stupid Ritor!!! How could he forget me!!!"
"That is what sets you apart from him, Sir Brigon." A minotaur with bluish fur chimed in. "Ritor doesn't really care about his subordinates. How could he forget you who have fought alongside him in various battles?"
Brigon snorted. "I will show him how great I am, how great the potential of our army is! I will make him regret leaving us!"
"Attention to all the minotaurs who will be participating in the selection of the new general. Please gather in the western field, according to our provided information."
Brigon and his friend looked up, listening to the magically propagated announcement.
"Selections will start soon. Anyone late will be disqualified."
"Good luck, Sir Brigon." The blue minotaur tapped Brigon on the shoulder. "Unfortunately, your other supporters and I are not allowed to watch the selection."