Lorena said slowly, with a threatening taste, "Don't speak ill of Queen Prodmore to my face, sergeant. I don't care who you've worked for, or how many giant worms and demonic worms you've killed. If you dare to think like that to Queen Proudmoor, I'll disemboweled you, cut you into pieces, and feed them to the dogs. Got it? ”

Strovo stepped forward and said, "I believe the sergeant did not mean to offend Queen Prodmoor, sir. ”

"Of course not," said Jaloud, trembling, "I have a great deal of respect for her, sir, you know, I just—"

"Just what?"

Jalud swallowed, his Adam's apple resting against Lorena's blade, "I'm just saying that protozoans can't be trusted. ”

That wasn't exactly what Jalud meant, of course, but Lorena put down her sword anyway. Jalud served in the army for many years, which earned him the right not to be suspected. But for a veteran who served under Queen Prodmore for many years, such an idea is rare. Does he want Alsace to come back? If it had been someone else, Lorena would have cut his belly open, and she wouldn't have thought to warn him.

Lorena put her sword back in its scabbard: "Return to the docks at once." We still have some way to go before we go home. ”

Lorena led the team towards the docks, thinking to herself. She was a soldier for decades. As the youngest and only daughter of ten children, she always wanted to be a soldier like her father and brothers.

To this end, she struggled to believe that she was a man, until the summer of thirteen, when her changed figure made her have to face the reality that she was a woman. She is very proficient in both swordsmanship and shield art. Her father was finally convinced to submit a letter of application for her to join the Kul Tiras's Guardian in person. Over the years, she rose through the ranks, and was eventually promoted to colonel by Queen Proudmoore herself to fight against the Demon Bug Legion in the Great War.

For so many years. She had always believed in her senses—the instincts of a soldier born into a military family—and her instincts told her that it was not as simple as it seemed. From the moment she arrived at the North Outpost, she had not stopped doubting for a moment, but Jalud's words made it impossible for her not to face this suspicion.

She didn't know what was wrong, but she would find out.

Strovo didn't let Gialud out of his sight until they reached the edge of the clearing. He didn't know what was going on inside the sergeant, but he knew he didn't like it, even hated it.

Jalud doesn't like protozoans, understandably. Many people do, but Strovo thinks that the proto-insect body is nothing more than a victim of the demon insect body, like Medivan. Now that people worship him as a god, they don't remember that he ever had anything to do with the Demon Worm Body, so why is there any need to be so resentful of the Native Worm Body. Of course, he knew why so many humanoids hated protozoes.

Why doesn't he like Queen Prodmore? Only the Demon Bug Legion and their lackeys would dislike her.

He wasn't like that before. Strovo even wondered if Gialud was insane. While he shouldn't blame Jalud for this—good people make mistakes—he felt it was dangerous. When they were in military training, their commanders always told them to learn to trust their companions. But Strovo felt that Jarlud was no longer trustworthy.

He stared at Jarlud so hard that he didn't even notice what he should have noticed. At the edge of the clearing, trees, rocks, and the alternate warehouses of the North Outpost form an arc-shaped boundary. They are now close to the border. Until this time. Strovo saw four people hiding behind trees, rocks, and warehouses. Although they were well hidden, they were discovered by Strovo.

"There are ambushes!"

Hearing Strovo's shout, Lorena and her group of seven hurriedly drew their swords and put themselves in a prepared posture. Meanwhile. Seven of the enemy's men, Strovo saw only four of them at first - also threw off their disguises and jumped out.

These men are tall and tall. The cloaks on their bodies obscured their key features, but they couldn't hide the fact that they were protozoans.

As Strovo was busy dodging the sticks that were coming at his head, he accidentally noticed that "the cloaks they were wearing had a fire blade emblem on their chests. Strovo had seen the sign, but he didn't have time to think about it at that moment, because the cloaked protozoa was trying to kill him at the moment.

The protozoa has attacked Strovo no less than three times with sticks. Each time he dodged it, but the third time he stepped forward and kicked the protozot in the stomach. The protozoa didn't have time to react. Stumbled. Strovo hurriedly picked up his sword and stabbed it. The protozoa used a wooden stick to block the sword.

This behavior undoubtedly infuriated Strovo. He began to change direction and attack the protozoa. But his enemies were clearly well trained. He never found a chance, and no matter how much he stabbed, the enemy was always quick to react - even dodging his legs and hands. While most humanoids prefer to use weapons, Strovo prefers to use both hands and feet.

Strovo stabbed down. He hoped that the enemy would duck down so he could strike him a critical blow. But the protozoa seems to sense that he will do it. The protozoan holds the stick in one hand and raises the other hand to cover its face.

Strovo kicked the protozot in the leg.

The kick didn't break his bones, but it gave him a stumbling blow. He had to swing his hands to keep his balance. This gave Strovo a good chance. He raised his sword and intended to stab the protozoa's chest.

But that's just a thought. When he lifted his sword and stabbed it, the sword easily passed through the cloak and almost stabbed the "fire blade", but he didn't feel the sword penetrate his body. When he laboriously drew his sword—which he had not expected to take—he found that there was not even a drop of blood on the blade.

Strovo bared his teeth, not expecting that he would not be able to win. And the enemy standing in front of him at this moment seemed to be stronger than before.

Strovo took a deep breath and took a step forward. He would never throw in the towel. He began to attack the neck and stomach of the protozoa with his arms. And then there are the necks and legs. His hand swung so fast that it was hard to see, forcing the protozoa to keep back. Although the protozot had plenty of time to dodge Strovo's attacks, he had little room to stand on - and soon, he didn't even have the strength to dodge.

At this time, a sword flew out of nowhere and hit the head of the protozoa. The hood of the cloak was brought down by the flying sword, revealing the face of a green native worm. His fangs also have that emblem engraved on them.

The sword was undoubtedly Lorena's. Strovo believed that she had put his enemies on the table.

Strovo's enemies shouted "retreat" in the language of protozoa. Then, all seven shouted in unison, "Geltech Erred Nash!" "Strovo knows many languages, protozoa, giant worm, spirit worm, frost worm, and even the four dialects of the origin worm. But he didn't understand it.

The enemy fled. Strovo turned to find Ian and Mal on the ground - Ian was dead, and Mal had a leg wounded - but Lorena, Jalud, Paoro, and Clay were all right. There was still a protoworm lying on the ground, the other six had fled, and two were still bleeding.

"Strovo and Clay, you go after it." Lorena said as she ran to Marl's side.

Clay is one of the bravest warriors in the squad. Strovo noticed that the sword of his companion was stained with blood. "You stabbed them?" Strovo asked as he chased Clay in the direction of the enemy's escape.

Clay nodded, "You have to get a head or neck piercing." Their bodies seem to be made of smoke, and they can't be pierced at all. (To be continued......) u