Dirtclaw had a bone to pick. Ever since Orion ordered the purge of the Insectoids within their borders, he and Gustalon—the fellow Warden of Blackstone City—had agreed to trade off shifts.
Gustalon led the first wave. With the efficiency of a storm, he had scoured the northern wastes so thoroughly that the Insectoids were practically extinct in the region.
By the time it was Dirtclaw's turn, it was just a glorified patrol. There was nothing left to kill.
"Try the region south of the Thunderwood," Gustalon suggested, his voice as calm as the eye of a hurricane. "It's humid there. They breed fast in the rot. Even if I swept it, they've likely respawned by now."
He pointed out potential hotspots on the map. Both of them were stuck at the same bottleneck—peak Legends, banging their heads against the ceiling of the Archlord rank. For warriors of their caliber, stomping on low-level bugs was barely a warm-up.
