"Lord West Wind Knight needs a team of the most elite warriors to serve as his temporary guard team and attend an important event in the Moon Elf Kingdom."
Facing this bunch of muscleheads, Orlando skipped the pleasantries and directly explained the purpose of this assembly.
At his words, the several thousand legion warriors could not help but boil with excitement, their faces revealing barely restrained exhilaration.
Being selected for Lord West Wind Knight's temporary guard team not only meant their strength had been recognized, but was also an unparalleled honor—something they could boast about to family and friends when they returned home.
In an instant, the previously silent scene became restless as everyone began sizing up the comrades beside them.
At this moment, their companions were no longer comrades-in-arms, but stumbling blocks standing in the way of their ascent to the top.
Seeing the fighting spirit erupt below, Orlando was very satisfied. He turned to Deputy Legion Commander Redley and ordered, "Begin the selection. Only the strongest warriors are qualified to become Lord West Wind Knight's temporary guards."
"Yes, Legion Commander. I'll use my fists to make those weaklings who tried to sneak in retreat in the face of difficulty." Deputy Legion Commander Redley looked at the young men below who were itching for a fight and revealed a ferocious grin.
Looking at the seven-foot-six Redley, Orlando warned him, "Take it easy."
"Legion Commander, do you still not trust me?" Redley promised. "Before, those were merely accidents. Since your patient guidance, I've calmed my violent heart through reading books. I'm now the most learned dragonman in our tribe, and I haven't fought Patrick for half a year."
Orlando waved a hand to cut Redley off. "If you dare step in and beat up the warriors, I'll kick every member