"What are you people?"
McKarl naturally moved to the forefront, fully on guard. As a vanguard officer, although his rank was far below that of the two lords behind him, he could hardly hide behind them.
But the key point was that, setting aside the man leading them, even the Black Armor Soldiers behind him made McKarl's eyelids twitch. His instincts clearly told him that every single one of them seemed to be someone he could not afford to provoke!
Where had these people come from?
McKarl gripped his weapon nervously, cold sweat streaming down his back!
This plane had been developed for many years, but only in the past few years had they gradually begun constructing altars and sending down high-level combat forces. There were fewer than a hundred officers like him, with Level 11 strength, sent down by the Borton Faction in total. Aside from a handful of senior officers, they represented the middle tier of combat power on this battlefield.
Yet it was obvious that this team was on an entirely different level from him. Judging conservatively, their average level was around fourteen, while the man leading them was most likely a Dragon Rank warrior. Among Lord Borton's Ten Great Legions, elites of this caliber were considered trump-card combatants!
In theory, this continent should not have been able to deploy a team of this level yet.
"Lieutenant McKarl?" A slender female knight stepped out from the Black Armor Soldiers. Her graceful figure was clad in specially made black soft armor, giving her an alluring charm.
"Yes!" McKarl's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly replied.
Since they knew who he was, there was a high probability that they were not enemies.
Sure enough, the female knight said the next second, "We are the Guard Team sent by Lord