Lord of the Oasis Chapter 714: .One day to stop for self-cultivation

Until the sun rose the next day, DeWitt did not wake up from the traumatic coma.

The Scout and his party decided to stay in place for the night, waiting for DeWitt to recover.

Claymont leads his soldiers through regular military physical training in the wilderness of the plains.

Outside camping, there is not as complete training equipment and facilities as in the military camp.

However, everyone seriously completed their one-day training.

The offensive of the Black Elves yesterday made everyone regain their high standards.

If you want to continue on the road to the volcano and go on with confidence, you have to improve your strength.

And the elves also have the same idea and get together to practice their spells.

In the spare time of training, many soldiers approached Claremont and asked: What kind of race are the valley trolls outside the plains.

Claymont answered the soldiers' questions one by one, and told them all about the troll's habits.

"The troll's attack power is relatively small. But you can't take it lightly." Claremont introduced.

"What weapons did they use to attack others?" a soldier asked, raising his hand.

"Usually with their own club-like weapons, or with their sharp fangs," Claremont replied.

"So it's suitable for an opponent who is good at melee combat like us." A Calradian soldier commented.

"Well, but you can't be consumed by them in melee combat. Trolls, no matter what kind of trolls, their physical strength is amazing. And the ability to restore life is very strong. In terms of resistance, in me There should be no other race that can compare with them. So when confronting them, you must be very careful and keep your distance so as not to be counter-killed." Claremont warned carefully.

"It's really good!" A Calradian soldier nodded. "The two previous battles were settled by the elves, making it seem like we didn't play a role. This time we must show our Show your strengths to the elven mages."

“War is the last resort. It’s better to avoid it or avoid it. Don’t forget what the mission of our trip is.” Claremont ordered solemnly.

The training grounds are still a bit far from where everyone is camping.

So no one wanted to go back on the way. After the training was over, the scout soldiers returned to the barracks before the sun went down.

As Claremont stepped into the gate of the barracks, an Elf soldier stepped forward to report: "Captain Claremont, Captain DeWitt is awake."

The soldiers behind Claremont trembled.

"Captain Claremont, we also want to visit Captain Dewitt," said a soldier standing beside Claremont.

The other soldiers also nodded, echoing his request.

"Minister DeWitt has just woken up, so many of you may disturb his rest. Let Captain DeWitt come to see you in person when he recovers better." Claremont thought for a while He shook his head and rejected.

The soldiers bowed their heads when they heard Claremont's words, and their emotions also fell.

"Don't worry, just do what you need to do. Today's assembly is disbanded." Claremont ordered.

After speaking, he followed the elf soldiers to the tent where Dewitt was.

Unsurprisingly, Abel, who had been staying in the barracks, arrived at DeWitt one step ahead of him.

After greeting Abel, Claremont leans over to check on DeWitt.

DeWitt has just woken up from a coma, and his eyes are also slightly hazy.

"Cough cough." DeWitt opened his mouth to say something after seeing the two standing in front of his couch, but the words turned into a cough.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Claymont's originally reassuring eyes instantly turned to horror.

Abel also worried and said: "You are too injured, don't think about talking when you wake up."

The soldier in charge of the medical treatment turned pale in shock and walked over to DeWitt's pillow and used healing to calm the discomfort in DeWitt's body.

After breathing gradually calmed down, DeWitt opened his eyes again and looked at the worried two men gently.

"The black elves have been driven away by us, you don't have to worry." Claremont started to report.

DeWitt doesn't seem surprised, nodding at Claremont.

"The army is temporarily settling down on the plains. When your wounds are almost healed, we will set off again," Abel said.

DeWitt frowned when he heard Abel's plan: he didn't seem to want his own trauma to slow down the team's progress.

"This is also for the sake of the whole team, don't be stubborn." Claremont shook his head and said to DeWitt: "You are the leader of this team, if you don't stay healthy and strong, what will happen? Soldiers will follow you with confidence."

DeWitt listened to Claremont's explanation~IndoMTL.com~ thought for a while, and finally nodded in compromise.

Seeing how DeWitt agreed, Claremont said nothing. He asked the elf soldier beside him, "How is Captain Dewitt doing now?"

"The momentum of recovery is very strong. It is estimated that under the condition of someone's care, it will soon be cured." The elf soldier replied.

"Well." Claremont nodded, turned to DeWitt and said, "You hear it, it won't take long. Taking care of your own body is the most important thing now."

DeWitt nodded in commitment.

After asking some questions about DeWitt's feelings about his body, Claremont and Abel also quit.

The soldiers outside the camp have had a lively dinner.

Clearmont joined the soldiers after instructing the soldier in charge of the kitchen to bring some light liquid food to DeWitt.

Abel walked over to him, and the two chatted while drinking porridge.

"The black elves really hate it." Claremont sighed.

"They live in the dark side of this world, and they probably don't care about the importance of their actions." Abel replied.

"Is that so? Looking back now, I realize there's a sentence they said makes a lot of sense." Claremont's eyes wandered.

"What?"

“Among the weapons that defeat humans, the most effective ones are humans themselves.” Claremont read softly.

Abel felt Claremont's melancholy and stopped carrying the vegetables. Ask Claremont: "Does that day's attack remind you of anything?"

On the battlefield that day, it was the first time Abel saw Claymont in such pain.

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