Lord of the Oasis

The next day, the team continued to move forward under the leadership of Abel.

"The quality of the dwarf maps is really good." Abel sighed as he walked: "Every road on this island can be drawn so clearly. I have never seen it before."

"Indeed." Clemont nodded. Today it was his turn to come to the front and lead the way with Abel: "It feels like we don't need to worry too much about the route we are walking."

"How did they do it? A lot of human and financial resources are spent on this every year," Abel said.

"The dwarf guild is so popular. This can be regarded as their livelihood." Clement commented.

"Yeah." Abel nodded.

It's almost December now, and staying in the mountains feels like it's already winter.

"Is it because we are staying in a different place? It feels like this is the coldest winter I have ever experienced." A soldier looked up at the sky and said.

"Based on the time: it's not winter yet." A soldier replied: "I estimate that by the end of December, the entire valley will be frozen."

"Fortunately, we should have arrived near the volcano by then. It shouldn't be colder than when we stayed here." The soldier sniffed and said.

Abel noticed that at this time, the moisture in the air became scarce. And the coughs of the soldiers behind him could be heard in his ears. He said worriedly: "If the soldiers catch a cold at this time, they will be in trouble."

After hearing this, Clemont glanced behind him and said, "The bodies of the soldiers should not be so fragile." At least he felt that although the autumn wind in the valley was biting, it could not affect his physical condition.

"The air on the island in this season has a dampness and coldness. It is different from the conditions in the Nalun Desert." Abel explained: "We walk in this mountain forest and cannot see the sun behind the clouds all day long. Days like this After a few days, the cotton-padded jackets worn by the soldiers may also be filled with water."

"Is there anything the elves can do?" After listening to these words, Clemont was troubled for a while, and then he remembered the spells cast by Abel and other elven soldiers a few days ago.

Abel pursed his lips and shook his head: "We ourselves are already oversaturated. In the environment like this on the entire island, that one spell can't do anything."

"It doesn't matter, humans have their own ways of doing things. Of all the races living in this world, the one that has fought the most with nature is the human race. Just remind the soldiers to be careful." Clement said optimistically.

"Yeah." Abel responded.

After noon, the sky became darker and darker.

After continuing to move forward for a few hours, the two leaders began to plan for everyone to stop and rest, and then find a place to camp.

Clemont slowed down his pace and watched the scout soldiers pass by him, counting the number of people.

"Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven. Everyone is here." Clemont muttered silently.

"Clement." DeWitt walked to Clemont's side and called: "Are you ready to let the troops rest?"

"Yeah. After all, the weather is dark now..." Clemont pointed to the dark sky in confusion.

"But it's only four o'clock in the afternoon." DeWitt said with his eyes wide open.

"Is it so early?" Clemont glanced at Abel's back: he didn't pay much attention to the issue of time. Just looking at the groggy sky and listening to Abel's chat. I have the illusion that it is already evening.

"Although the marching time will be shortened in the future, we still have to seize the time to move forward on days like this." De Vitello said with a serious tone: "I will go and explain to Captain Abel."

DeWitt handed over the task of holding the line to Clemont and walked towards the front row.

"Captain Abel." DeWitt walked to Abel's side and called.

"Huh? Captain DeWitt,

Why did you come to the front? "Abel turned around and glanced at Clemont who was following the team and said.

"I think even in this season, we have to maintain more than eleven hours of marching time every day." DeWitt said directly.

"Yeah." Abel understood what DeWitt was referring to, and then expressed his doubts: "But I'm worried about the environment in the valley after dark."

"Don't worry about this, I brought something back from the Centaurs." DeWitt said.

"What?" Abel was a little curious, but he didn't expect that Dewitt would buy other items after entering the market.

"This." DeWitt took out a lantern-like object from his arms.

Abel pointed at the magic weapon in slight surprise and asked, "What is this?"

"The name of this magical artifact is the Light of the Caucasus. After opening it, any species outside the halo will find a way to avoid it when encountering it." DeWitt introduced, and then handed the magical artifact to Abel, Hopefully he can inject a little magic into it.

Abel doubtfully performed his kung fu as usual, and spiritual power surged to his fingertips. This 'lantern' immediately sucked away the spiritual energy from his fingers.

After a period of silence, "Bang!" Something seemed to explode inside the lamp.

Immediately afterwards, the magic weapon emitted a dazzling light, which amazed Abel. The other soldiers noticed this movement and also exclaimed.

The scout's body shone like daylight. This light followed Abel's mind and attached itself to every soldier.

Whether it is human race or elven race, when that light takes possession of the body. The vision became brighter.

Abel himself also noticed this change and praised: "This magical weapon is really powerful. But with such great power, won't the user himself have any side effects?"

"No. According to the owner of that shop: This magic weapon has a long history. At the beginning, it showed far more effects than that. It just fell into the hands of various people. After it passed away, it can only achieve this kind of effect now, and it is already considered a disabled product." DeWitt explained.

"For us, it is enough to achieve the legendary effect of driving away other races." Abel ran his fingers over the notch on the magic weapon and guessed: "Even so, the price offered by the shopkeeper must be high. ?”

"Five gold coins are worth it for us who need to hurry up." DeWitt thought.

"I'm really curious as to what the overall price level is in the Centaur market. At present, it seems that there is indeed a considerable gap between different stores." Abel thought.

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