It was Linhe, who had been standing guard in front of Gao Neng earlier.
"Go. Take all the members of the Guard Team who are willing to fight!" Gao Neng glanced at Linhe and pointed toward the East without a moment's hesitation.
"Sir!" Linhe snapped a military salute, then turned to the men behind him. "Who is willing to follow me, Linhe, to the Eastern District Battlefield for a fight to the death with the Beast Race?!"
"I am!"
"I am!"
"We are!!!"
"..."
One after another, the members of the Guard Team stepped forward.
They were the Human Alliance's most elite troops. Their origins were varied—some were disciples from sects and prestigious families, while others were former heroes of the Military Department. But after achieving great merit on the battlefield, all of them had been required to join the Federation Guard Team, to stand guard over the safety of the councillors.
There was nothing wrong with that, of course.
But who among them didn't have fire in their blood?
