In the depths of the Poison Cloud Swamp, at the camp of the Sixteenth Gathering Team.
The three team leaders quickly returned happily. The squad leader, who was later called out, specifically sought out Ivan to express gratitude for his courtesy and pestered him to recount the scene of meeting the Empress, which was undoubtedly his moment of glory.
"The Empress's grace is awe-inspiring and exciting!"
"The Empress's Near Guard is especially majestic, enviable!"
"The Empress was delighted and praised our gathering team, joyful!"
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The Black-winged Fang Worm Clan is not a race with a long history and civilization. It rose only four to five hundred years ago, and most members have only a birth order number, not an actual name.
This squad leader in front of him is no exception.
It's not that they can't name themselves, but most of the Black-winged Fang Worms don't have that awareness; using their number has become second nature.
