Lord of the Oasis Chapter 709: .The Appearance of the Black Elves

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

Abel shook his head humbly and added: "It's just the innate characteristics of the elves. It can only play a certain neutralizing role in such occasions. When it is near the volcano, it is so extreme. Under the environment, such a trait will not see any obvious effect.”

"You're humble," DeWitt said.

As night falls, scouts begin to find places to camp on the plains.

With the magic of the elf soldiers, the wild grass on the ten-meter square grass was instantly burned to fly ashes.

The construction of the tent went well, and half an hour later, a satisfactory simple military camp was built on the deserted plain.

The reconnaissance team this time does not have personnel in charge of logistics, and the gang in charge of meals is assembled by Calradia soldiers and a few soldiers who are good at cooking.

The smoke from the cooking in the camp was rising, and the soldiers were finally able to eat their first meal of the day.

"How is it?" DeWitt asked as he approached Claremont, who was reading while eating.

"Yes. The information on the dwarves is indeed very detailed." Claremont 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 of the march." Claremont held his shoulders, preventing him from getting up, and said, "I have given Abel the information I have read. Captain."

"That's good," DeWitt said calmly.

DeWitt said nothing further, so as not to disturb the progress of Claremont's reading.

The two eat dinner quietly.

After dinner, Claremont returned to his tent with the materials.

A soldier walks into the camp with a report after taking his seat in Claremont. Handed a sheet of paper full of notes in his hand to Claremont.

"Captain Claremont, this is the shift list for tonight," the soldier reported.

"Okay." Claremont took the list, checked it carefully, and said, "Excuse me."

After the soldiers retired, Claremont sorted out the information on the table, walked out of the camp with the list, and went to find DeWitt.

Daily reports, etc. in the team are generally checked by Claremont. In the end, Claremont handed it over to DeWitt for safekeeping or decision-making.

Craymont walked to DeWitt's tent, only to find that the lights were out in the tent.

"Where did this man go?" Claremont asked in confusion.

After walking around the camp and asking around. "Have you seen General DeWitt gone?" Claremont asked the soldiers standing at the gate of the camp.

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

The other soldier also stood there, silent.

Claymont felt a little strange in the atmosphere of the two, and frowned. I was about to step forward to ask something.

"Captain Claremont! I've found Captain Dewitt," said a soldier rushing to Claremont's side.

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

"Captain DeWitt seems to have eaten his stomach. He was going to the toilet when you looked for him. Now he will be resting in the camp," the soldier said in detail.

"What?" Claremont asked in surprise.

The soldier nodded with a complex expression.

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

Just as he was about to walk away, Claremont said hesitantly to the soldiers, "Are these two soldiers under your command?"

"Hmm. Our third team is on duty for the first half of the night." The soldier nodded and admitted, "What's wrong with them? Captain Claremont."

"Nothing, it just feels like they don't know who I am. Kind of weird," Claremont said.

"Hey, you two," the soldier immediately turned to the two soldiers standing at the door, and asked loudly, "How come..."

Claymont, who had his back to the two, heard the soldiers' questioning abruptly stop, and glanced back curiously.

Found that the two soldiers who were still answering his question just now fell limply to the ground, seemingly unconscious.

The soldier quickly stepped forward and squatted down to check: "Hey! Wake up, what happened to you two?"

The finger touched the skin of the fainted soldier, and the coldness of the bone engulfed the soldier's whole body senses: "Yeah!"

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

The palm placed on the shoulder of the fainted soldier ~IndoMTL.com~ also instantly conveyed an eerie coldness.

Claymont quickly withdrew his hand.

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

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

News of the alert spread quickly throughout the barracks.

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

Swadian soldiers, armed with torches, stand neatly at the gate of the barracks. Awaiting instructions from the leader.

The soldiers of the Elf tribe arrived at the scene one step late.

Able walks through the crowd to Claremont and the collapsed soldier.

After checking the condition of the fainted soldier, his face became heavy: "It's the magic of the black elves. It is estimated that these two soldiers will wait for a week or so before returning to their normal state."

"Black Elf?" Claremont asked, "Is it a nomad from the Elf tribe?"

“No, although the black elves and elves have some things in common in some respects, they can be completely distinguished in terms of mind and spell type.” Abel strongly denied: “ The two races have nothing to do with each other."

"Is the black elves' spells very powerful?" Claremont looked down at the fainted soldier worriedly and asked worriedly.

"It's really strong, because the spells they practice is very different from the spells we practice." Abel sighed: "So we often have nothing to do with the trauma they cause."

"But I've never heard of their names." Claremont was a little surprised at Abel's reaction.

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

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