Lord of the Oasis

"I didn't expect the elven soldiers to have such power." DeWitt admired from the bottom of his heart: "General Abel can notice the physical condition of the soldiers, and he is also a careful person."

Abel shook his head humbly and added: "It's just an innate characteristic of the elves. It can only play a certain neutralizing role in such situations. When it's near the volcano, in such an extreme environment , such characteristics will not have any obvious effect."

"I'm sorry." DeWitt said.

At night, the scout team began to find a place to camp on the plain.

With the magic of the elf soldiers, the weeds on the ten-meter-square grassland were instantly burned to ashes.

The work of building the tent went smoothly. Half an hour later, a satisfactory simple military camp was built on the deserted plain.

This time the reconnaissance team did not have personnel responsible for logistics, and the group responsible for the food was put together by a few soldiers from Calradia soldiers and elven soldiers who were good at cooking.

Only a few smoke rose from the camp, and the soldiers were finally able to eat their first proper meal of the day.

"How's it going?" DeWitt walked to Clemont, who was reading information while eating, and asked.

"Yes. The information on the dwarves is indeed compiled in detail." Clemont swallowed a mouthful of food and nodded in response.

"By the way, I haven't told Captain Abel about the guild yet." DeWitt suddenly remembered something and said suddenly.

"I told General Abel on the way to the march." Clemont held his shoulders, stopped him from getting up, and said, "I have given the information I have read to Captain Abel. "

"That's good." DeWitt said calmly.

DeWitt didn't say anything else, so as not to disturb Clemont's reading progress.

The two ate their dinner quietly.

After dinner, Clemont returned to his tent with the information.

After a soldier took his seat in Clemont, he walked into the camp with a report. He handed a piece of paper filled with notes to Clemont.

"Captain Clermont, this is the roster for tonight's guard shift." the soldier reported.

"Okay." Clemont took the list, checked it carefully and said, "Sorry to trouble you."

After the soldiers resigned, Clemont put the information on the table away, took the list and walked out of the camp to find DeWitt.

Daily reports in the team are usually checked by Clemont. In the end, Clermont personally handed it over to DeWitt for safekeeping or decision-making.

Clemont walked to DeWitt's tent, only to find that the lights in the tent were turned off.

"Where has this person gone?" Clement asked doubtfully.

I walked around the camp and asked around. Clement asked the soldiers standing at the gate of the camp: "Have you seen where General DeWitt has gone?"

"We didn't see Captain DeWitt," one soldier responded without looking back.

The other soldier also stood there, silent.

Clemont felt that the atmosphere between the two was a bit strange and frowned. He was about to step forward and ask something.

"Captain Clemont! I found Captain DeWitt." A soldier rushed to Clemont's side and said.

"Where is he?" Clemont took a deep look at the two soldiers standing guard, then turned to the soldiers beside him and asked.

"Captain DeWitt seems to have eaten something bad. He was going to the toilet when you found him. He is resting in the camp now," the soldier said in detail.

"What?" Clemont asked in surprise.

The soldier nodded with a complex expression.

Clemont shook his head helplessly: "Then I'd better not disturb him."

Just as he was about to leave, Clemont said hesitantly to the soldiers: "Are these two soldiers your men?"

"Yes. Our third team will be on duty for the first half of tonight.

The soldier nodded and admitted, "What happened to them?" Captain Clermont. "

"It's nothing, it just feels like they don't know who I am. It's a bit strange." Clemont said.

"Hey, you two," the soldier immediately turned towards the two soldiers standing at the door and asked loudly: "What's going on..."

Clemont, who had his back turned to the two of them, heard the soldiers' questioning stopped suddenly and looked back curiously.

He found that the two soldiers who had been answering his questions just now had fallen limply to the ground and seemed to have lost consciousness.

The soldier quickly stepped forward and knelt down to check: "Hey! Wake up, what's wrong with you two?"

His fingers touched the fainted soldier's skin, and the bone-eroding coldness occupied the soldier's entire body: "Yeah!"

"What's wrong?" Clemont was stunned by the scream and leaned down to ask.

The palms placed on the shoulders of the fainted soldiers were also instantly conveyed with a gloomy coldness.

Clemont quickly retracted his hand.

"General Clement! Our soldiers were attacked by foreign enemies!" the soldiers shouted in panic.

This movement attracted many soldiers wandering around to gather around and watch.

News of the alarm quickly spread throughout the camp.

Even DeWitt, who was resting in the tent, was shaken awake.

Swadian soldiers held torches and stood neatly at the door of the military camp. Waiting for instructions from the team leader.

The elven soldiers came to the scene a step late.

Abel walked through the crowd and walked to Clemont and the fainted soldier.

After checking the condition of the fainted soldiers, his expression became heavy: "It's the black elf's spell. It is estimated that these two soldiers will have to wait for about a week before they return to normal conditions."

"Dark Elf?" Clemont asked, "Is he a wanderer from the Elf Tribe?"

"No, although the black elves and elves have some things in common, they can be completely distinguished in terms of mentality and spell types." Abel strongly denied: "The two races are not the same. It doesn’t matter.”

"Is the black elf's spell very powerful?" Clemont looked down at the fainted soldier worriedly and asked.

"It is indeed very strong, because the spells they practice are very different from the spells we practice." Abel sighed: "So we are often unable to do anything to deal with the trauma they cause."

"But I have never heard of their names." Clemont was a little surprised by Abel's reaction.

"The history of black elves running rampant ended hundreds of years ago." Abel said with emotion as he glanced at the dark moonlit night.

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