Lord of the Oasis Chapter 772: .The stables run by angels

"Go!" Watching the surrounding dwarves get closer and closer, Abel commanded the soldiers of the reconnaissance team.

The elf soldier was hidden behind the Calradian soldier, constantly outputting mana.

However, this group of dwarves are really strong, and the spells of the elven soldiers are avoided by them one by one.

DeWitt observed the situation and immediately ordered: "Soldiers of Calradia! Form a squad of three people. Break through the siege."

"We're here now," Levine said happily when he heard the order.

Jeb nodded and said, "It was all the elves who were in charge before, but this time it's our turn."

The two met and smiled, and brought in a soldier from the same squad. Surrounded by the dwarf crowd, they stood back to back and stood up to break through.

Not only them, but all Calradian soldiers showed their blood on the battlefield. The long sword in his hand slashed the throats of every dwarf standing in front of him.

The charging dwarf leader groaned inwardly. The news I got before coming here is that the main force of this group of scouts is the elf soldiers, as long as the firepower is concentrated, it will be enough to deal with them. The remaining Terran soldiers are not threatening at all.

It now appears that the elf soldiers have stopped and stood on the sidelines. On the contrary, the soldiers of this human race looked like they were interested, always sprinting towards the encirclement of the dwarves.

More and more dwarves have fallen, although some have been knocked down among Calradian soldiers. But the morale of the two sides has completely changed.

"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!" The dwarf leader said to the remaining dwarven assassins, shaking his head.

The dwarves who received the order vanished into the jungle in an instant.

Only the scouts and the dwarf leader himself were left in the arena.

"Haha." Abel sneered: "You called all your men away, do you want to leave yourself alone to fight with us?"

"Of course not." The dwarf leader waved his hand and said, "I just want to leave you with a sentence: 'A man who walks in the sun will inevitably turn his skin dark, even if he doesn't mean it. 'Wait, we'll meet again.'

After saying this, the dwarf leader threw a smoke bomb from his hand. The location of the reconnaissance army was instantly surrounded by smoke.

Everyone hastily covered their mouths and noses. After the smoke cleared, the dwarf leader had disappeared.

Abel looks out to the jungle on both sides of the road, but there is still no trace of it.

"Running really fast," said Claremont, coughing.

"Judging from the words left by the dwarves, we have indeed been counted as a faction on the bright side." DeWitt lowered his head and said, "We must now return to the Calradia Empire earlier. Report the news to His Royal Highness Kant."

"So, are we going to continue down this road?" Abel said, looking at the intersection in the distance.

"Let's go," suggested Claremont. "Go to the beach. If there are boats in motion, we can save most of the time."

"Hmm," DeWitt affirmed.

"Captain DeWitt, Captain Claremont!" A Calradian soldier came over to report: "Two killed and eight wounded in our camp."

"Bury the fallen soldiers here. Take the relics with you." DeWitt ordered: "The wounded soldiers are handed over to the elven soldiers for treatment. We will set off in thirty minutes!"

"Yes!" the soldier salutes.

There are also many corpses of dwarven assassins lying in the middle of the road. But no one came to collect the bodies for them.

DeWitt will break the weapons carried by the sacrificial soldiers in one fell swoop. The broken weapon was placed in front of the soldier's grave.

"I hope you will have a happy and peaceful life in your next life." DeWitt said silently after praying in a low voice.

Craymont followed DeWitt after bowing before the graves of two soldiers. With a sad face, he turned and left.

The soldiers stopped in place to rectify, and the wounded soldiers basically recovered under the care of the elf soldiers.

The crowd continued to walk down this road, preparing to walk to the beach according to the route shown on the map.

However, it was noon. Along the way, they meet the real inn.

The post station is built on the roadside vacant lot, and at a glance: the stables for the captive horses are neatly arranged together. There is no end in sight. There are also various types of horses. Even for someone like DeWitt who has some research on horses, there are some horses he can't name.

Although it is called a post station, the word "tea house" is written on the signboard.

Abel led the crowd to a stop in front of the teahouse.

"It seems that the innkeeper's words are indeed true." Claremont looked at the door of the teahouse and said.

"Yeah." Devitt nodded, "So many good quality horses to collect. There's a door~IndoMTL.com~ Let's go in and see." Abel always puts his actions first. After listening to the words of the two, he stepped forward and walked in.

"Anyone?" Abel called across the threshold, towards the teahouse.

"Yes." A man in a white robe opened the curtain by the counter, walked out, and replied.

Able looked him up and down and asked, "You're the only one in your shop? Where's the driver?"

"We only rent horses here, not labor." The man said lightly.

Abel had a little doubt in his heart, but he still introduced: "We have more than 40 people here, and we need to go to the seaside to take a boat. You have no one to lead the way, how do we get there?"

"Of course the horse will take you there." The man said solemnly.

"Stop teasing me, you mean the horses you raise know the way?" Abel waved his hand and questioned.

The man nodded.

Abel frowned and said suspiciously, "That's what your business is doing?"

"The door of each stable is open, and whichever one is open, you can lead it by yourself. Everywhere you go, it is a silver coin." The white-robed man turned his back and said, "Arrived at the destination. Afterwards, just put the reward on the saddle."

After leaving this sentence, the man disappeared behind the curtain again.

Able stood there thinking for a moment, then walked out of the store. He told DeWitt and Claremont of the rules he had heard.

"I've seen businessmen with this style before." Claremont nodded and said, "It's probably because of his own confidence that he does this."

"Well, in that case. Let the soldiers choose horses." DeWitt made a decision and said, "The hoods provided here can only fit four people."

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