Chapter 1529 – The Legion Takes the Stage

[Where the heck have you been, Morrelia?] Anthony demanded when there was finally a small break in the fighting.

The effects of the berserker rage still lingered in the form of a trembling in her limbs, but she welcomed the momentary weakness that came with the fading rage. Her mind was once again wholly her own, and Morrelia grinned up at the giant ant.

[I’ve been sitting on my hands doing drills and cleaning gear.]

[Seems like a bit of a waste,] he mentally snorted. [Didn’t you know there was a wave going on?]

[Tell that to Solant, she’s the one who didn’t want us to go and fight.]

[What?! What sort of waste is that? Hang on a second.]

He clacks his gigantic, horse-sized mandibles a few times.

[Yep, you guys are getting deployed. I figured something had to be up, no way she would waste resources.]

Morrelia stared blankly for a moment, slipping her twin blades back into their sheaths.

[What do you mean? We’re getting deployed now?]

[Yep. Right now. All I had to do was put in a good word. Solant is always happy to take my suggestions, she’s a smart little hatchling, just needs a bit of guidance every now and again.]

Somehow, she didn’t think that the relationship was quite as Anthony was imagining it. Nevertheless, she couldn’t sit around if her troops were going into battle.

[I’d better get back there!] she said, preparing to turn and run back to the fortress. [Can you tell Isaac thanks for me? I didn’t get a chance to tell him myself before jumping into the fight.]

[I’ll tell him, he’s over there somewhere with the militia.]

She followed his pointed antenna for a moment and saw that Isaac was indeed out there, commanding the human militia in the thick of the battle, roaring and wielding his spear with skill and grace.

[I always thought he was a bit of a coward,] she told Anthony. [Looks like I was wrong.]

[A coward? Isaac? He’s too dumb to be a coward. Now get going. Tell your Commander she smells.]

[I won’t.]

[Spoilsport.]

With barely a chance to wipe the acid off her armour, Morrelia was off. When she arrived back at the Legion camp, sweating from the exertion, she found the place in an uproar.

In the midst of the ordered chaos, Commander Chyron stood, glaring at her with the heat of a Deep Lava Elemental.

“Nice of you to join us, Tribune,” the old woman grated. “I hope you enjoyed your leave. It’s the last you’re going to get for quite some time.”

“Yes, Commander. Of course, Commander,” Morrelia snapped out a quick salute for good measure, though she doubted it would help soothe Chyron’s temper.

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