Lord of the Oasis Chapter 705: .The strength of the wizard wizard
The tree man's expression froze, he jumped away from the spot, and took a few steps behind him.
Devitt immediately directed the Calradian soldiers to retreat after seeing the flames emanating from the fire elves.
In fact, he had never seen flames of this color.
Only felt in the distance the high temperature that seems to melt the air.
"Really." The tree man said with his head lowered.
"Let us go, or the whole forest will burn up for you!" a fire mage demanded loudly.
"Okay. Just let you go." The tree man nodded slightly: "However, before that, let me test the power of your flame!"
A pile of wood piles weighing 100 jin appeared in front of the fire elves and others. The top of the stake slammed straight into the forehead of a mage headed.
"Be careful!" someone exclaimed.
Just when everyone thought that the fire elf had to take the blow.
So the mage put his hand lightly on the tree stump's annual ring: "Wow!" - the stump was burned into toner in an instant.
"Try this!" The five fire elves charged forward, and each threw the fireballs in their hands at the tree man standing there.
The tree man's right palm made a grasping gesture, and the fallen leaves on the ground rolled up one after another, forming a large floating ball in front of the tree man, blocking the combined attack of several mages.
The fallen leaves also turned to fly ash.
"Okay. Let's go." The tree man wiped off the ashes that had fallen on him, and said to DeWitt and his party without hesitation.
Abel signaled for the fire elves to step back, walked up to the treants and said, "We are just passing by the border of your treant territory. Since you have already told us to leave, then keep your promise and don't let it go. Any more tricks to embarrass us."
"Yeah." The tree man smiled, ignored the others, and walked towards the depths of the woods on his own.
Claremont stared at the exiting back of the Treant, and approached Abel cautiously, suggesting, "Let's go right away. It'll be bad if they find them later."
"Go!" Abel commanded the soldiers behind him.
The group stopped hiding and chose to sprint down the mountain in the fastest way possible.
After an hour, everyone walked out of the Treant's territory. Tired and rested at the foot of the mountain.
"After the ten-minute rest, hurry up. Try to get to the territory of the dwarves before dark." Claremont preached to the soldiers.
The dwarves are one of the few races on the island that is willing to leave room for communication with aliens or other races. Before Dewitt and his party arrived on the island, Raphael personally found the dwarves and negotiated: I hope they will not embarrass the passing reconnaissance team.
Dwarven nomads interact with nearly every race on the island. In dwarven towns, you can buy any news on the island for money. The more cryptic the information, the higher the price.
When seeing off in the early morning, Raphael suggested to DeWitt: If you want to know the racial characteristics of Snake Woman, you can go to the intelligence of the dwarves and ask.
"Is there any difference between dwarves and dwarves?" a soldier asked in a low voice to his companions in the midst of the rushing team above the plain.
"I heard that the personality and life characteristics are similar to humans. There are good people and bad people. The world within the race is similar to human society." Another soldier replied.
"The nature of the dwarfs tends to avoid the world. And I heard that the hands of the dwarfs are eaten by God, and they are quite different from humans." A soldier added.
Everyone walked halfway across the plain while chatting. As the sun went down: the fifty-man scout finally reached the town of the dwarves.
The gates of the town are guarded by dwarven soldiers, after checking their identities. Let them in without saying anything.
"It feels so easy to enter the city," said a soldier.
Walking to the commercial street leading to the main city, the crowd on the street was not what the soldiers imagined: they were all dwarves less than half the height of a human. But people of all races are mixed in.
“The main city of the dwarves is the trading center of the island, right?” Claremont said, looking at the alien homeless who passed by him.
"Listen to Raphael: Because the dwarves have developed the service industry in the main city very well. So almost no one dares to make trouble in the main city." Abel said. After walking in the wilderness for a whole day, I came to a lively and bustling commercial street. The whole person couldn't help but become excited.
"Don't stare at the pedestrians on the street." DeWitt shook the shoulders of the two of them: "Everyone who is good here will be troubled when they walk out of the city gate carefully."
"Yeah." Claymont retracted his gaze and said to DeWitt, "Let's find a restaurant to live in. There is a lot of traffic here, and there may be no room for us at night~ IndoMTL.com~Claymont is right," echoed Abel.
"I think I'll find a shop on this street to live in. After all, it's close to the city center, so it's convenient to ask the Chamber of Commerce for news after dinner." DeWitt thought about it for a while before discussing.
The remaining two had heard him and nodded in agreement.
Next, the three began to lead the soldiers from shop to shop to find a spare room for lodging.
Finally, I found seven or eight vacant rooms that could accommodate fifty people in a hotel called 'Zhihua Pavilion'.
Devitv sighed on the counter: "Finally found it."
"Eight standard vacant rooms, eighty silver coins." A dwarf stepped on the high stool, made a few calculations, and said to Claremont, who was leaning on the counter.
"Ten silver coins for a night in an empty room?! What are you kidding?" said Claremont in surprise.
The dwarf who was in charge of the accounts pouted, without intending to say anything, and looked directly out the door.
Craymont was furious at the silent taunt, and took DeWitt's arm and said, "Captain DeWitt, this place is really annoying. Let's look elsewhere."
Ten silver coins are equivalent to a month's bounty for a high-ranking officer in Dehrim.
It's not worth it for only one night's stay here.
"Forget it." DeWitt shook his head and said, "It's getting dark now. I don't think there will be a spare room anywhere else. The most important thing is to let the soldiers rest."
Clearmont listened to DeWitt's words, and could only take out dozens of silver coins from his arms and count them to the dwarf who was in charge of accounting at the counter.
"Up to the second floor." The dwarf who received the money handed a series of keys into Claremont's hands.
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