Chapter 183.2
A female warrior wearing chainmail and partial armor of magical steel…Demon Army General Aishe glared at us and sent her intimidation.
Aishe and the others were here because the selection ceremony had progressed and the warriors of each clan had started to move the battlefield deeper into the dungeon. The warriors they had with them have been reduced to half in number, perhaps because of the battles with the other clans, and at this point, the support of the clans will not reach them, but conversely, the warriors who remain here could be said to be the true strong ones who survived the fierce battle.
“What are you going to do when I tell you that?”
Jesha stepped forward there, interrupting the gaze directed at Camille.
As a warrior, Jesha’s job was to protect her employer, Camille, but Aishe’s attitude, which seemed to have no regard for anyone but Aria, irritated Jesha as a warrior.
“Get out of my way, dwarf woman. You are just a small fish running away from a warrior’s fight.”
“Huh? Are you not protected by the surrounding men, you little general?”
Jesha sneered back at Aishe’s contempt.
Aishe’s men, feeling that they too had been scorned, overflowed with anger and murderous intent, which Aishe suppressed with a swing of her sword and a ferocious smile as if she were baring her fangs.
“You talk like that, you little barbarian-born girl.”