"Are you all right?"
Luo Qian turned his face and looked at Chen Qing, who had lost an arm and was sprawled on the ground.
Chen Qing came to his senses and quickly shook his head.
"I'm fine. Please save the people in the camp."
Luo Qian said flatly, "Don't worry. I didn't come alone this time."
Hearing this, Chen Qing quickly swept his gaze around and, sure enough, discovered another group of people dressed in uniforms quite similar to Luo Qian's scattered throughout the camp.
They were all powerful. They showed no fear in the face of the Abyssal Creatures' counterattack, either killing them alone or joining forces to surround and exterminate them. Before long, they had cleared out the remaining Abyssal Creatures.
Seeing that the crisis in the camp had been resolved, Chen Qing's taut nerves finally relaxed completely.
The fabric around his wound was soaked with blood and drenched by the rain, turning dark and gloomy, while his face was deathly pale.
He raised his head and stared at Luo Qian's young, composed face. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally forced out a question.
"Who exactly are you people?"
"Longwind City. The Garrison Guard."
Luo Qian pulled a roll of clean gauze from the leather bag he carried and skillfully bandaged Chen Qing's wound to stop the bleeding.
Chen Qing's breath caught sharply.
He had never heard of the Garrison Guard, but the name "Longwind City" had long been circulating in Northern Province.
At first, news of Longwind City had mainly been brought to Northern Province by ability users from Lin Province. Later, wandering merchants from Longwind City gradually began doing business in Northern Province, so more and more human camps learned that a Longwind City existed in Jiangzhou.
However, Jiangzhou was