Lord of the Oasis

The tree man's face froze, and he jumped away from the spot and stepped behind him a few steps.

After seeing the flames engulfed by the fire elves, DeWitt immediately directed the Caladian soldiers to retreat.

In fact, he had never seen a flame of this color.

Only in the distance I felt the high temperature that seemed to melt the air.

"Really," Shuren said with his head down.

"Let us go, otherwise the entire mountain forest will burn you!" a fire mage asked loudly.

"Okay. Just let you go." The tree man nodded slightly. "However, before that, let me try the power of your flame!"

A wooden pile weighing a hundred pounds appeared in front of the fire elves and others. The top of the stake hit the forehead of a mage headed straight.

"Be careful!" someone exclaimed.

When everyone thinks that the fire elf has no choice but to take a hard blow.

In this way, the mage put his hand gently on the annual ring of the stump: "Wow!"-The pile was burnt into toner in an instant.

"Try this!" The five fire elves charged forward and threw the fireballs they had saved in their hands, throwing them at the standing tree.

The tree man's right palm was grasping, and the fallen leaves on the ground rolled up one after another, converging into a large floating ball in front of the tree man, blocking the combined attack of several mages.

The fallen leaves also became fly ash.

"Okay. Let's go." The tree man wiped off the ashes that had fallen on him, and said to the devett and the others indifferently.

Able motioned to let several fire elves step back and walked in front of the tree man and said, "We are just passing by the frontier of your tree man's territory. Since you have said let us go, then keep the promise and stop playing. The trick is embarrassing us."

"Well." The tree man smiled, ignored the others, and walked to the depths of the woods.

Cremont stared at the back of the treeman and walked up to Able with caution, suggesting: "Let's go right away. It will be terrible to wait for their people later."

"Go!" Able ordered the soldiers behind him.

Instead of hiding, the gang chose to sprint down the mountain in the fastest way.

After an hour, everyone came out of Shuren's domain. Tired and rested at the foot of the mountain.

"After ten minutes of rest, hurry up. Try to get to the territory of the dwarven tribe before dark." Cremont promoted to the soldiers.

Dwarves are one of the few races on the island who are willing to leave room for communication with migrants or other races. When DeWitt and his party had not yet reached the island, Raphael personally found the dwarves and negotiated: I hope they will not embarrass the passing reconnaissance team.

Dwarf nomads will deal with almost all races on the island. In dwarven towns, you can buy any news on this island with money. The more covert the news, the higher the price.

When seeing him off early in the morning, Raphael suggested that DeWitt said: If you want to know the racial characteristics of the snake woman, etc., you can go to the Dwarven Intelligence to ask.

"Is there any difference between the dwarf and the dwarf?" A soldier inquired quietly from the companions around him, among the ranks who stepped up on the plain.

"I heard that the personality and life characteristics are similar to humans. There are good people and bad people. The world within the race is similar to human society." Another soldier replied.

"The character of the dwarf tribe tends to avoid the world. And I heard that the hands of the dwarf tribe are for God to eat and eat, which is quite different from humans." A soldier added.

Everyone walked half a plain while chatting. At sunset: The fifty-person scout team finally reached the dwarven town.

There are guards of dwarven soldiers at the gate of the town, after checking their identity. They let them in without saying anything.

"It feels so easy to enter the city," one soldier said.

Walking to the commercial street that leads to the main city, the crowds on the street are not what the soldiers imagined: all are dwarves who are less than half the height of humans. But people of all races are involved.

"The main city of the dwarves is the trading center of the island." Cremont looked at the alien wandering past him and couldn't help saying.

"Listen to Raphael: Because the dwarves have developed the main city's service industry very well. So almost no one dared to make trouble in the main city." Able said. After a long day in the wilderness, I came to the bustling commercial street. The whole person couldn't help becoming excited.

"Don't stare at the pedestrians on the street." DeWitt shook the shoulders of the two: "Everyone here is good at stubborn. If you walk out of the gate carefully, you will be in trouble."

"Hmm." Cremont looked away and said to DeWitt: "Let's hurry to find a restaurant to stay. The crowd here is quite large. There may be no room left for us at night~www.mtlnovel .com~Cremont is right," Able echoed.

"I think I'll just find a store on this street to stay. After all, it's close to the city center. It's also convenient to find the chamber of commerce after dinner." DeWitt discussed after a while.

The rest of the two heard his words and nodded, agreeing.

Next, the three men began to take the soldiers from shop to shop to find the free room for accommodation.

Finally, seven or eight vacant rooms that can accommodate fifty people were found in a hotel called Zhizhige.

DeWitt wrote a breath on the counter: "I finally found it."

"Eight standard vacancies, eighty silver coins." A dwarf stepped on a high stool, dialed a few abacuses, and said to Cremont leaning on the counter.

"It takes ten silver coins for one night in a vacant room?! Are you kidding me?" Cremont said in surprise.

The dwarf, who was in charge of the account, rolled his lips and didn't plan to say anything, looking directly at the door.

Cremont was so annoyed by this silent taunt that he took DeWitt's arm and said, "Captain DeWitt, it's so pitious here. Let's go elsewhere."

Ten silver coins in Dekhrem is equivalent to a month's reward for a senior officer.

It is only worth one night to use here, which is really not worth it.

"Forget it." DeWitt shook his head and said, "It's getting dark now. I don't think I can find a free room elsewhere. It is most important to let the soldiers rest."

After listening to DeWitt's words, Cremont could only take out dozens of silver coins from his arms and count them to the dwarf who was in charge of accounting at the counter.

"Upstairs." The dwarf who received the money handed a series of keys to Cremont.

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