Lord of the Oasis

"Captain DeWitt, how long until we get to the bottom of the mountain?" Abel, who was so tired that he couldn't stand it anymore, carefully bent over and walked to DeWitt's side, walked alongside him and asked.

When DeWitt heard this, he looked up at the sky. He estimated the time and replied: "Captain Abel, there are about two hours left before we can get out of the boundary of the tree people's territory."

"Two more hours?" Abel sighed: "I didn't expect that it would take so long to avoid the tree people."

Ever since the scout team entered the territory of the tree people, they had been crawling forward. Three hours have passed now, and only about two-thirds of the way down the mountain has been completed.

Even Calradian soldiers who have heavy training tasks on weekdays cannot bear to advance in such a humid jungle. Not to mention the long-range elf mage who usually doesn't pay much attention to physical fitness.

"If we can successfully escape the tree people, it will be worth it." Clemont said from the side.

The group of people walked forward in silence for nearly half an hour.

DeWitt, who was at the front of the team, suddenly frowned and stopped moving forward.

"That's weird," DeWitt said.

Clemont's expression also became tense, and he asked DeWitt, "What's wrong? Captain DeWitt."

"We should have been going in circles." DeWitt replied seriously.

"What do you say?" Abel came over and asked, "Are we going the wrong way?"

"Look at the sky." DeWitt pointed at the sky and explained: "Although the surrounding scenery does not have an overlapping impression. But the shadows cast by the sun are not deceiving. We should be walking into the mystery of the tree people. It’s within the formation.”

Abel looked up and did find some disharmony in the sunlight shining on the forest, with a sense of spatial distortion.

The soldiers heard the conversation between the three and began to talk about it.

Everyone became cautious, shortened the distance between each other, and hugged each other.

"We've been discovered. Should we run away quickly?" A young and hoarse voice echoed over the forest.

The soldiers' discussion stopped abruptly.

In the silent atmosphere, another unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared: "Why are you running? It's too embarrassing."

"Who! Come out!" DeWitt shouted.

But there was only silence in response to him.

After a while, a breeze blew through the woods, causing the red leaves of autumn to rustle.

"It's too presumptuous to ask other people's names on their property." A middle-aged man in his thirties walked out from behind the woods. He has a very muscular build, and the brown veins on his neck pop out as he speaks.

"This is the tree man. It really looks like an ordinary human being." A soldier standing at the end of the team whispered.

"It's not like that. The humanity of ordinary humans will produce a special smell on their bodies. The smell of this tree man is something I have never smelled before." A man standing next to the soldier The elf soldier responded quietly.

"Where is one of your companions?" DeWitt stood at the front of the team and stepped forward and asked.

"That kid is too cowardly. He has already gone back." The tree man replied calmly.

Clemont pursed his lips, walked to DeWitt and whispered, "You should go back and call the tree people."

"I can hear you all." The tree man said easily: "What you said is not impossible, but I still hope that before the people he called arrive, you will have been beaten down by me and become The nutrients in the soil are gone.”

"Are you kidding? You want to take care of all of us by yourself?" Abel clenched his fists and rushed forward and said angrily.

"Absolutely." The tree man nodded and affirmed: "Although the quality of your nutrients is not very good, it is still good to water the flowers and plants beside the fence of our territory."

All the soldiers were angered by the tree man's words.

Clemont whispered to DeWitt: "It will be even more troublesome when the other tree people arrive. Captain, let's seize the time and fight quickly."

"Okay." DeWitt stared closely at the tree man standing opposite, with a look of ridicule on his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "All soldiers are preparing for battle."

The Calradian warrior threw the luggage on his back on the grass beside him and took out the weapon from the scabbard.

Walk in front of the tree man and surround him heavily.

"You have really forgotten where you are and who I am." The tree man opened his arms.

His nails became sharper and gradually transformed into the shape of branches.

"Kill!" DeWitt commanded.

"Kill!!" the soldiers shouted and swarmed forward.

The tree man looked around, raised his right hand, and opened a wound on his neck.

The moment the soldiers crowded in front of him, the tree man's entire body turned into a piece of dirt.

Falling scattered on the leaf-covered ground.

"What?" The frightened soldier couldn't help but shout.

"Back!!" Clemont shouted.

At the same time, numerous wooden arm torsos stretched out from the ground and pulled the ankles of the soldiers gathered together. Fall with it.

The strength of his arms made the soldiers trying to break away feel like their thigh bones were about to be torn apart alive.

DeWitt and others rushed forward and used their swords to help the soldiers in trouble cut off the entangled branches.

"The land is the source of my strength, and I dominate everything it carries." The tree man's voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Damn it." DeWitt said to Abel with an angry look on his face, "We can only attack with fire."

Abel nodded. Walk to the elf soldier formation and summon the fire elf warrior.

"You've made our soldiers look like this, and the gap has been forged. Then we have nothing to be polite about." Abel raised his head and declared war.

"Come and try." The tree man appeared in front of everyone again, several times taller than before. The skin also becomes transparent, and one can even see the green blood flowing rapidly within the blood vessels.

The elf mage stepped forward with firm eyes and summoned his own spell.

Dark red flames covered their bodies.

A wave of heat surged around them.

"That's it?" The tree man shook his head disdainfully and said.

"Isn't it okay?" The elf mage standing in the center of the five-person queue said with narrowed eyes, "Or maybe you prefer this?"

The atmosphere in the venue suddenly changed. The flames on the speaking mage changed from dark red to creamy pure white at the speed visible to the naked eye.

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