Lord of the Oasis

The scene fell into silence like death.

The creeping soldiers shuddered and wept bitterly.

Cremont looked at the dead bodies of the two soldiers who fell to the ground inexplicably: after leaving the Elven Kingdom, they were troubled by the treemen and also attacked by the black elves. But there has never been any sacrifice of personnel. DeWitt was so badly injured before, and came to the side of death and was rescued.

In the absence of anyone's attention, the two soldiers died in such an ordinary accident.

In front of the withering of life, Cremont took a deep breath, feeling that it had cooled his heart.

Karadia soldiers and elf soldiers in the camp also gathered at the gate of the camp. After understanding the current situation, all the faces were dignified.

"Soldiers can't leave the barracks without permission. This is the first day of the formation, I will tell you." DeWitt wiped his tears and gritted his teeth at the group of soldiers who made mistakes.

"We were wrong, Captain DeWitt." The soldiers all knelt on the ground and confessed to DeWitt.

"I won't punish you for anything this time. Bury your war friendships. Tomorrow you remember to take their ashes with your luggage and set off. No matter what, you have to take what they left back to Dekhrem . If you apologize, let's stay until then." DeWitt said coldly.

Able walked in front of all the soldiers and said, "Please see your position clearly. This world is already cruel. Next time there are soldiers who have made such mistakes. I hope you’d better take off your consciously. Armor, leave this team."

Cremont's eyes became condensed, and he glanced at the soldier who had mistakenly recognized, and left the place.

After the three leaders left, the soldiers hugged to the soldiers who had returned from Xiaoxi.

That night, the soldiers lit a fire near the barracks and cremated the two soldiers who died.

DeWitt and others were not present. It wasn't until late at night that this funeral ceremony ended.

Many soldiers shed tears of heartache.

Early the next morning, a team of 48 scouts set off early in a sad atmosphere.

The soldiers who were on the same team as the sacrificed soldiers wore white towels around their arms.

Going silently for an hour. A group of people finally reached the end of the transition zone.

You can get a rough view of the valley.

A turbulent river flows through the valley. Today the scouts will follow the direction of the river and cross the valley.

The valley is green, and even in autumn, the plants on the roadside are still flourishing.

The crowd stopped and waited for the leader to make the next step.

"General Able, what's next?" The soldier walking behind Able asked to step forward.

Able often holds a map in his hand. At this time, after checking the surrounding terrain, he looked at the map and said: "Although we are walking by the direction of the stream, we should still go under the cover of the jungle. Cover it down."

After saying this, Able directed everyone to walk towards the shaded area.

"Will the troll appear suddenly?" a soldier worried.

"Normally, it doesn’t. Most of the places they choose to live are a few hundred meters higher than our current location. I just don’t know how far their activities will expand during this day. In general, more Be vigilant." Able explained to the soldiers while watching the wind and grass around him.

"Fine then." The soldier swallowed nervously and replied.

The soldiers who followed Ebble eased their footsteps and marched carefully among the mountains.

The air in the woods was still relatively good. The Caladian soldiers stooped down to noon and no one gasped. The elves arrived here more like fish and water, comfortably following behind Eber.

Cremont walked at the very end of the line and noticed that DeWitt's face beside him was not good-looking.

Anxiously asked: "Captain DeWitt, are you unwell?

"It's okay, just didn't sleep well last night." DeWitt shook his head and answered, his face still pale.

"Is it because of the two soldiers?" Cremont asked with a dark eye.

"...Yes." DeWitt smiled reluctantly, and continued: "I was thinking, if I do things more carefully. I'm curious to know why the stream is uninterested. Perhaps those two The soldier will not die."

"However, that situation may become possible, and you die on their behalf." Cremont said calmly, "Isn't it no difference?"

"Is this..." DeWitt closed his eyes slightly, with emotion.

"Life and death are not only determined by ourselves. I also understood this truth yesterday." Cremont said with a sigh: "Captain DeWitt, I hope you can reduce the burden."

DeWitt bit his lower lip tightly~www.readwn.com~ did not continue to respond.

"It seems that we really don't have to meet the troll today." A soldier said with pleasure.

The time is now in the afternoon, and everyone is already looking to the end of this mountain road.

"After walking for a while, we will be able to get out of the territory of the jungle trolls." Able said happily.

"Great!" the soldiers cheered softly.

Everyone secretly encouraged and accelerated. Strive to get out here in a faster time.

At this time, two jungle trolls of about two hundred pounds were standing on the side of the mountain looking at them.

The skin of the jungle troll is purple, and the surface of the skin is covered with fine fluff.

These two bodies are pretty good, with thin waist and wide shoulders, and the muscles bulging between the arms exude eye-catching luster.

"Master Volgin, are you really going to let them go?" a troll asked to another troll in front of him.

"Well. Are you interested in them?" Woking raised his eyes and asked.

"No, I'll wait for a long time on this island. I haven't had the habit of eating people long ago." The troll replied: "It's just that we have never..."

"I heard that this group of people came to investigate the reason for the disappearance of the gnome who originally lived near the volcano." Vol'jin looked back at the scouts and interrupted the other troll, saying: "Just borrow The road is just over. Even give me a face, let them go over."

"Yes." The troll reverently replied: "This group of people should be fortunate that they met the time when you went to the island for investigation."

"Duro, it's been hard work for you to deal with the matter on this island all the time." Woking didn't continue to discuss the matter of the scouts and his team, patting the troll on the shoulder and comforting him. Road.

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