Lord of the Oasis

"Who introduced you here?" the tall centaur soldier asked in a magnetic voice.

"We found it ourselves." DeWitt said hesitantly.

After hearing this answer, the centaur closed his eyes and said, "The market is closed. You shouldn't be here now." His tone was very arrogant, with a hint of threat.

DeWitt's mouth was half open, not knowing what to do. A voice came from behind.

"Dwarves, it was the dwarves who introduced us. This map was also sold to us by the dwarves." Clemont walked to Devitt's side and said to the centaur warrior.

The centaur warrior who was about to turn around and leave stopped, picked up the map in Clemont's hand with the handle of his spear, held it for a while and looked at it, and then asked: "What is the name of the person who introduced you?"

"Madoran." Clemont replied with confidence.

In fact, this was just the name of a person in charge he saw on the notice board in the guild hall.

But if he didn't answer the centaur warrior's question sincerely at this moment.

The Calradian soldiers behind them really had no way out.

When the Centaur soldiers heard this name, there was a hint of shock in their eyes.

The other Centaur warriors standing in the hiding place also made a surprised sound of "Huh--".

"It turns out to be a guest arranged by Lord Madolan. Please follow me." The centaur soldier did not continue to ask further questions. Instead, he called for the scouts and the group to follow him.

DeWitt winked at all the soldiers, asking everyone to follow them quickly.

The leading centaur soldier was running very fast on the grassland, and all members of the reconnaissance team had to sprint to barely catch up.

"Is this really okay?" Abel glanced at the other Centaur soldiers chasing behind them and asked Clemont.

"Since you have chosen this path, you can only give it a try." Clement replied.

The elves' physical strength could not keep up with the galloping group, so they could only cast spells to make themselves fly in the sky.

"Yo ho——" the centaurs at the rear of the formation cheered.

It is rare for elves to appear on this island.

After about ten minutes, the leading centaur soldier slowed down. Finally, we stopped in front of a small slope.

Calradian soldiers and elven soldiers also stood in front of the slope.

"Where is this?" DeWitt asked.

"The entrance to the market." The centaur soldier turned around and replied, "But you have to put all your weapons here before you can go in."

The soldiers of Calradia looked at each other after hearing this, and finally all their eyes surrendered to the three leaders.

"Okay." DeWitt and Clemont nodded in agreement and took off the weapons from their waists.

Abel stared closely into the centaur soldier's eyes: the spells that the elves are good at cannot be removed.

After seeing the actions of the two captains, the Calradian soldiers also neatly threw their swords to the ground.

"Okay." The centaur soldier nodded to the scouts and the group.

Then walk to the slope and move your right front hoof forward.

"Boom!" The rock wall shook violently, and a secret door appeared in front of everyone.

"Is this a spell?" a Calradian soldier asked in surprise.

"Please come in." After the dust settled, the centaur soldier made an inviting gesture to the scouts.

DeWitt showed off his momentum, straightened his back, stepped forward and opened the secret door.

Unlike the imagined dark tunnel illuminated by open flames, colorful light overflowed from the passage. It makes the whole road look dreamy.

"It's so wide." DeWitt walked into the door and sighed as he looked at the surrounding space.

"If you want to go in, move quickly." The centaur warrior said.

At this time, DeWitt walked out of the door and said to the scouting soldiers waiting for him: "There's nothing wrong inside.

let's go. "

At this point, the soldiers of the reconnaissance team felt relieved and carefully stepped into the secret door.

"Ah!" When almost all the soldiers entered the secret passage, a scream came from the end of the queue.

"What happened?" Calradian soldiers and elven soldiers all looked back in panic.

The body of a Calradian soldier with his upper and lower body separated fell at the door. Clemont, who was responsible for holding down the formation, stood there with dilated pupils, and warm blood spattered on his face.

The centaur soldier guarding the door of the secret passage came over with an indifferent expression and used the handle of his knife to lift the coat of the fallen soldier.

"Dang Cang——" A dagger fell out.

"If you don't comply with the regulations, you will be punished like this." The centaur warned. As he spoke, he raised his hooves high and prepared to stamp on the corpse.

"Bang." Before the Centaur soldier's feet hit the ground, the Calradian soldier's body was teleported into the hands of the Elf soldier.

Abel came forward and said: "The punishment is almost enough. "

There was a deadly threat in his eyes.

"Okay." The centaur soldier said with a smile.

"Touch--" The secret door was closed by the centaur soldiers.

The voice from outside the door said: "After your transaction is completed, someone will take you out."

"Fulli Locke..." A soldier said in the silence.

"Dead," Abel said.

"We can only leave him here. Let's move on," DeWitt said.

To be honest, what Fuli Locke did was not rated highly by anyone.

What can you do with a dagger? If you really encounter a dangerous situation, you may not even be able to defend yourself.

When you come to other people's territory, you have to abide by other people's rules, and Florrick almost killed everyone.

It's really stupid and selfish.

But because he was a comrade who had been traveling together for many days, DeWitt and others did not reveal their inner emotions to the surface.

After receiving such an order from Devitt, the soldiers of Calradia lowered Fulilock's body against the wall.

After thirty seconds of silence for him, everyone continued to move deeper into the secret passage.

"Oh, oh. Where did this distinguished guest come from? He brought me some business." A short old man stood in front of everyone.

Clemont mentioned the prohibition, raised his fist, and asked: "Who are you?"

"I'm an ordinary businessman, my name doesn't matter." The old man squinted his eyes and smiled: "The guests this time are from the human race. Oh! There are also elves from the elves! Rare guests, rare guests."

"We have no business with you!" Clemont snapped. In his opinion: This old man is definitely not a good person.

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