Lord of the Oasis Chapter 771: .The decision to choose the sea route

"Oops. Forgot Austin was still there." Abel, noticing Austin's eyes, whispered in Claremont's ear.

"It's fine," Claremont replied. The three communicated with each other, skipping Austin's line of sight, and walked directly into the store door. Leaving Austin Ge alone standing in the cold wind messy.

The next morning, DeWitt woke up early, and after washing up, stood in front of Abel and Claremont's bed and woke them up.

"You two, get out of bed. No matter what you say today," DeWitt said.

"Got it." Claremont got up sleepily and sat on the edge of the bed.

At DeWitt's urging, Abel also woke up from his sleep, picked up his own towel and went out to wash.

On the way back, DeWitt seemed happier than anyone. Went to every guest room where Calradian soldiers were and woke them up.

At seven o'clock in the morning, all the soldiers of the reconnaissance team gathered in the breakfast restaurant. Many people eat bread with their eyes closed.

Claremont stirred the polenta a few times and realized that he had no appetite.

Ask to the Devi at the same table: "How do I get back? Captain, have you figured it out? If you need to study for a while, I have to go back and catch up."

DeWitt glanced at him, pointed to the map that he had set aside, and said, "Aren't you looking at it? If you don't help, you still want to leave?"

"Show me." DeWitt took one of the maps. Look carefully.

Abel joins in silently, and the table becomes quiet again.

Until the soldiers pack their bags and stand in front of them. The three captains finally figured out the way back.

At the end of the checkout, the boss told them that they could go west after going out of the city gate, go to the post station in the western suburbs, and take a carriage to the coast, where a cruise ship would pass by every day. When docked, pay the money to board the boat. Boats will go near the island's harbour.

DeWitt and the others were dumbfounded.

"Is this a black ship?" Claremont said, swallowing.

The boss immediately coughed twice and said, "How can you say it's a black ship. If people in our town want to leave the island, they will go by sea."

"Really?" said Abel, frowning.

"Of course, it's really not easy to watch your group travel through mountains and rivers, so I'll tell you. I won't tell anyone else." The boss shouted loudly: "You, you, what do you think I can get out of it? It's good."

"...Ok. Thank you," Claremont thanked.

After walking out of the hotel, the reconnaissance team gathered in an open space and began to discuss.

"What now? Which way?" said Claremont, stomping his chin.

"What do you think?" DeWitt asked, looking at the soldiers around him.

Only Jeb's voice responded: "Sea Road!!"

"Why?" DeWitt hurriedly asked.

"As long as what the inn owner said is true. There is a route, our group will be afraid of those who drive the black ships!" Jeb said confidently. Some soldiers also nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then take the sea route," DeWitt said, glancing at the others' reactions.

After receiving the order, the group immediately walked out of the city gate.

Out of the city gate, I walked west for a long time, but I didn't see the inn mentioned by the innkeeper.

Craymont couldn't help but wonder: "This boss isn't making up nonsense, is he?"

"No." DeWitt shook his head and said, "But I don't think the inn he mentioned is quite the same as what we had in mind."

"How do you know..." Halfway through Abel's questioning words, he saw several dwarves with horses parked on both sides of the road.

"Which boss introduced me?" Before DeWitt and the others stepped forward to ask, one of the dwarves had already walked in front of them and asked.

"Oak Street." Abel recalled the name of the hotel, but he couldn't remember it, so he could only answer the name of the street.

Claymont looked at the dwarf carefully. The skin on the dwarf's hands had been cracked by the cold wind. The lead horse is also very thin.

"You people, if you go to the beach, fifty silver coins." The dwarf offered a price.

"Where's the carriage?" Claremont asked.

"Blown away by a recent gust of wind." The dwarf glanced away.

Claymont and Abel, who were standing at the front, already felt a little strange and took a step back.

Abel said to the dwarf, "Can you tell us where the boat ride is? We walked by recently."

"Huh!" The dwarf spit on the ground: "This is a bit complicated. How about I recommend a way that is shorter than taking a boat?"

"Huh?" Claremont's eyes were full of vigilance, and he put his right hand on his waist.

"Dead end." The dwarf's expression became more sinister ~IndoMTL.com~ and pulled out the machete that was on his waist.

"Thorn la la—" More than a hundred dwarves rushed out of the jungle on both sides of the road, armed with weapons, and surrounded the scouts.

"It seems that you are not some kind of coachman doing business." DeWitt looked around and said to the dwarf in front of him, "Why are you ambush here?"

"In order to take your life." The dwarf laughed: "You people should have died on the way. How can you participate in the situation on this island?"

"Our trip is to clear the grievances of the dwarves." Claremont said: "Do you have any misunderstanding about this?"

"No misunderstanding." The dwarf shook his head and said, "It's just a pity that those who should be grateful to you are on the opposite side of us."

DeWitt and the others were heartbroken. Things took a turn for the worse than they thought.

After all, they were just a group of soldiers fighting on the battlefield before, although they had heard some stories of disputes about rights.

But facing this battle head-on, you'll still be overwhelmed by the intricacies of its forces.

"It turns out that the dwarves were also involved in the manipulation of this incident," DeWitt said.

"Yeah." The dwarf glanced down at the machete in his hand and said, "There are thousands of people on this island who participated in this operation. It took three months to plan. In the end, it was yours. The people outside the archipelago are messed up. You said, should you die?"

"Hmph." Abel snorted coldly: "It can only be said that your methods are too dirty. I really can't think of anything that will make you so obsessed with it that you will betray your elders."

"These things, when you get to hell. Someone will tell you." There was a cold light in the dwarf's eyes.

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