On the outskirts of Gulrolla, a clearing near a swamp, the wails of arachnoid drows and the roars of the camp-nurtured dragons rose and fell in the air not far away, and the wind carried mournful and agitated tones, and from time to time the torches on the fence were stirred, illuminating the faces of the patrolling soldiers.

Dressed in dark purple military uniforms, the soldiers were all equipped with new leather armor, the leather boots on their feet walked silently, and the bright scimitars in their hands looked particularly solemn under the reflection of the firelight. They faithfully performed their patrol duties, their eyes vigilantly scanning the barracks and beyond, both inside and outside the barracks.

But there was a wide clearing ahead, a place they didn't want to go, and the wind drifted from there, with a strong, pungent smell, like piles of rotten and mutant flesh that could not be washed away by the rain - provided that there was rain underground.

Perhaps the smell and strange sound of the breeze was a little oothy, and several young drows hurried to follow their captain, one of whom had a short staff pinned to his waist, indicating the identity of his caster.

"Captain Tristguard. The young wizard walked side by side with the white-haired Drow, a former sinner of the Eighth House who was now a celebrity in the military ranks, and no one could read the mark on the back of his neck. But no one would think of Trist as a lowly slave - the Spider Queen's rulings have always been cruel and ruthless, and Trist is the only one who can get out of the way with his whole body, which naturally leads to speculation from the other Drows.

The wizard approached Trist, as if to show his closeness to the other party, "What is the military rank system that Commander Char will implement after that, and can the brothers get a good position?"

The young wizard belonged to the Fifth Family, but privately he identified himself to Trist as a white-robed sorcerer of the Augustian Witchcraft Alliance, the equivalent of a mid-level cadre in the Alliance.

With the privilege of free access to the temple, Trist has been equated with a confidant of the "Divine Messenger" in the minds of ordinary Drow soldiers, and coupled with the fact that he is a close disciple of Zorn's martial arts master, his status in the army is naturally higher than that of most people - even surpassing that of Drow wizards.

"What?" Trist asked rhetorically.

Trist is sympathetic to the Augustian Witchcraft Alliance, which has been secretly recruiting members and trying to create a unique force in Gulrola to rival the Mother Clan.

And the goal of the other side is also simple and straightforward - to take a place in the round table council. The status of these wizards is higher than that of ordinary martial artists, but under the suppression of the spider queen, they have to succumb to the queen mother, and it is under the premise that the demands cannot be satisfied, the witchcraft alliance was born.

"I don't know what Lord Commander thinks, but his arrangement naturally has his reasons. Remembering the encounter with the black-haired man in the temple prison, Trist suppressed his thoughts.

"I've heard that this is a reference to the practice of the Human Empire, but I don't know if it's true. "It's Sarah, who speaks, and she's one of the few female martial artists—because most of the drow elves have become priests serving the spider queen, and she's the exception.

But no one dares to question her abilities, as the oddly shaped blades could take the head of the heretic at any moment—she is one of the best assassins in the underground city of Gullora. But the naïve character revealed on the surface is very different from her profession.

"Humans, what do those vile and cowardly creatures have to refer to?" said the Drow wizard disdainfully, but he saw Sarah's mocking smile on her face.

"Is there a problem? With the advantage of being outnumbered, if I fight alone, I have the confidence to knock those so-called archmages down. The wizard's tone was conclusive.

"Don't forget that the Divine Messenger is also a human. Sarah teased the other man's confidence, "Do you think you can knock him down?"

"Hmm...... Commander Char is different!" The wizard named Ronald puffed his cheeks, and the figure who defeated Serafi in the arena had long been the talk of the Drow wizards in terms of martial arts and magic, and even some of the young men were already staunch supporters of the black-haired man.

Ronald is one of them.

He volunteered to join the army, and after stepping into the barracks, he got into a big fight over arguing with others about whether Char was a wizard or a martial artist.

The farce was eventually suppressed by Trist, and Zorn was able to include several troubled teenagers in his squad.

"However, there are rumors that the Commander and the Barcelo Mistress are at odds, and there seems to be such a sign on the stage that day......" Josfink had a long sword in his hand, he was a dragon knight, and the useful halberd was lying quietly in the tent of the barracks at the moment, after all, it was too inconvenient to carry it on daily patrols.

The private discussion among the guards was interrupted by a commotion not far away, and the clash of weapons was interspersed with the overwhelmed cracking of wooden frames, and soon several wails and angry roars resounded through the barracks......

"Damn, it's the trolls looking for trouble again. ”

Trist was still in a state of indignation, and he had reported to the commander more than once the other day about the situation in the barracks, but the Char-sama whom he respected had not expressed his position, allowing the situation to develop further.

Trolls love moist swamps, and they don't know how they can live in such a rugged terrain with their heavy and tall bodies, but for the convenience of management, Captain Zorn has used the closest location to the wetlands as a habitat for trolls.

And this clearing has become a nightmare for the patrol soldiers, according to the requirements of their duties, they are obliged to maintain order in the station, but how can a few soldiers solve the huge and powerful trolls?

Trolls are not afraid of physical damage, even if their bodies are broken, they can recover on their own, and their fierce instincts are enhanced by bloody combat, and when they break off tree trunks at will, they become a fierce human flesh strangler, easily sweeping away dozens of people with a single swing.

They are greedy, and they are social creatures, coupled with their unrestrained nature, they can even fight with their own people when they are temperamental, and they always have no false moves, and they will never stop without hitting a stump and breaking their bodies.

Trist and the others hurriedly greeted them, not far away, there were already some people watching the excitement in a row, and several Drow soldiers on the ground who were also on duty were falling to the ground and wailing, and blood stains fell on the surrounding floor.

Josfunk pushed away the crowd of onlookers and looked warily at the smiling initiators in front of him, the leader of them opening his mouth nonchalantly, his terrifying giant fangs reflecting sharp reflections.

Trist knelt down on one knee beside the wounded and reached out to carefully probe the other party's injuries, the worst of which had passed out and lost consciousness, while the lightest Drow guard had multiple deformations on his body, and some of the twisted wounds even showed faint white bones......