Lord of the Oasis Chapter 712: .The battle with the black elf

The spiritual power that originally wandered around the body of the black elf instantly gathered on his hands.

It fell to the ground in droplets of liquid.

When the black 'pools' on the ground accumulate.

Ten chains protruded from the pool and fastened to the Black Elf's fingers.

The black elf waved his arms sharply.

Unidentified objects with black aura all over their bodies climbed up one by one from the pool on the ground.

The ground around the black elf also shook.

The soldiers quickly stood up to prevent themselves from falling to the ground.

"What is this?" a soldier exclaimed.

"This is my 'pet' - a black slave. If you get too close, they will bite." The black elf crouched down, touched the head of one of the creatures, and replied with a smile road.

Claymont took a few steps forward with a grim look, trying to find out what these creatures really were.

It turned out that the creature shrouded in black air turned out to be a human, or another form of human.

Claremont frowned, feeling that the current situation was a little tricky.

"Hearn!" a soldier shouted, panic in his voice.

"My God." The soldier standing next to the soldier also covered his mouth and nose and exclaimed.

Hearne? When he heard this name, Claremont felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

He raised his head subconsciously, coincidentally meeting the gaze of a 'human'.

Claymont's breath caught. Hearn was one of the soldiers attacked at the barracks gate yesterday.

Claymont remembered his face clearly, but did not expect to find this familiar face among the chained creatures.

"Isn't Hearn being looked after in the tent?" Claremont said softly.

Abel walked up to him and said, "I think we've found the reason why Hearn and the others were unconscious."

Claymont thought about it in his mind and said, "It turns out that the black elves took their spirits away."

Abel raised his finger and pointed to another crouching nigger.

Claymont looked in the direction he was pointing: sure enough, he noticed the appearance of another soldier who had fainted yesterday.

"If you want to say what can defeat humans, it's humans themselves." The black elf shook the chain in his hand like he was teasing a pet. Then he spoke to Calradia and the others.

"You've got everything you need." Claymont's forehead had faintly burst with blue veins.

At this time, a soldier ran to Craymont's side and reported in his ear: "Captain Craymont, Captain DeWitt has escaped his life."

"Okay." Claremont said solemnly. Then he turned to the soldiers behind him and said, "Soldiers, the other side tortured our comrades like this. In order to protect our companions and supplies, follow me!"

"Kill!" All Calradian soldiers waved their weapons.

Claymont didn't say anything more, clenched the big knife in his hand, and charged towards Claymont.

The black elf led by him smiled evilly, broke free from the chains in his hands, turned around and walked outside the barracks. All the 'humans' crawling on the ground rushed towards the Calradia soldiers like wolves.

The soldiers of Calradia slashed their swords at these menacing ghosts, and as a result, the weapons passed through them, with no effect other than the sound of friction with the air.

"Empty?" the Calradian soldier wondered.

Before they came back to their senses, the black slaves all swooped on them.

Of course, the attack left no actual scars on Calradian soldiers. It's just that the soldiers who were attacked fell to the ground one after another, squatting on the ground and crying.

"What are you crying for?" Claymont exclaimed in confusion while dodging the attack of the black slaves.

Soldiers are stronger in willpower than ordinary people.

Craymont has gone through four or five actual battles, and has never seen a warrior in such anguish on the battlefield.

In a moment of distraction, the black slave found the opportunity to attack.

The moment the black slave swooped forward and penetrated Claremont's body.

Clearmont's pupils suddenly dilated. The cold breath invaded the bone marrow, and the logic in his head became disordered.

Claymont felt as if he had left the battlefield. The cries that erupted from being abused by his father when he was a child kept ringing in his ears.

The scene in deep memory was salvaged ashore.

Claremont couldn't hear the sounds around him, and could only keep recalling the scene where he was beaten to the point of death.

"Dad, I was wrong." Claremont whimpered.

Seeing that Claremont also burst into tears with the surrounding soldiers.

A pair of warm palms rested on his shoulders, allowing him to see again.

Claremont looked up at the man who had offered his redemption.

"Abel?"

"Stand up~IndoMTL.com~You just fell."

Able stretched out his hand to Claremont on the chaotic battlefield.

"Let's go!" A black elf noticed the situation on Claremont's side and shouted to his companions: "The one from the elf tribe knows light magic."

The leader of the black elves also noticed that Abel was emitting a holy light at this time. A look of surprise appeared on his face.

Seeing this group of Calradian soldiers fall into their own hands. The fat that was brought to the mouth was about to fly away. It's really too unfortunate.

The black elf leader gritted his teeth, and finally cast a spell to take back the black slaves on the battlefield, planning to run with the others.

"Want to leave? It's not that easy." Claremont, who had just been rescued by Abel, rushed to the front of the black elves with red eyes. He put his weapon on the opponent's neck.

Even's rescue lay on every Calradian soldier in distress.

The soldiers regained their fighting power. At this time, they followed Claremont to capture the escaped black elf and held them under the knife.

"Your luck is a little better." The black elf leader narrowed his eyes dangerously: "If you really want to force your life, do you think we can't beat you?"

"Stop talking nonsense. What if you stabbed our captain? And the spirit bodies of our two soldiers, you will release them immediately." Claremont brought the blade closer to the back of the black elf's neck. Gritting his teeth, he said.

"That knife was stabbed by a soldier in your team. What does it have to do with me." The black elf leader raised his head indifferently and said, "The spiritual bodies of the two soldiers you want will be given to you."

After the voice fell, two of the chains tied to the fingers of his left hand snapped.

The two black slaves also disappeared.

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