"Something like 'Gulu' or 'Gurun'..."
Lan Qingyou leaned back sharply.
"Doesn't that just mean gibberish that some uncivilized savage would shout?"
"Mm... I suppose you could put it that way."
Lan Qingyou froze.
Then she laughed.
After all, she really had heard the other side call out like that.
Though you could certainly say it was meaningless gibberish.
Lan Qingyou still felt there was some meaning behind it.
"Enough about that. What should we do about the ones down there?"
Alisa had gotten used to Lan Qingyou occasionally blurting out things that sounded idiotic.
So, after listening for a while from behind the locked door and making a perfunctory response, she pointed her thumb down below.
"Easy. We gang up on them. Isn't that one of our strong suits?"
Lan Qingyou gave a thumbs-up, then flashed Alisa two rows of pearly white teeth.
Ganging up on someone.
Especially when it was a righteous gang-up.
For Lan Qingyou and Alisa, that was far too easy.
Looking out, there were at least ten or twenty thousand Britt Mice beneath their feet.
They stretched across the mountains and fields.
But not one of them seemed to take the creatures seriously.
However...
"Since that's the case, I'll leave it to you."
Alisa nodded, then rejected Lan Qingyou's suggestion.
"Hm?"
Lan Qingyou was puzzled.
"Why?"
"Because that child doesn't like underground."
"..."
Alisa's words nearly fried Lan Qingyou's brain.
After all, the tentacled Sandworm in the enemy's troop transport unit moved underground.
There was no reason for it not to like the underground, was there?
It was in its nature.
"Are you sure you mean that Sandworm?"
"Yes, that child."
"I don't understand."
Lan Qingyou looked incredulous.
"It's a composite. The brain is from something else. You can't expect to command a brainless Sandworm, after