Lord of the Oasis Chapter 717: .The troll that got away with it

The scene fell into a dead silence.

The soldier on the ground trembled and cried.

Claymont looked at the corpses of the two fallen soldiers in disbelief: after they set out from the Elf country, they had been troubled by the treemen and attacked by the black elves. But no one was killed. DeWitt was so badly injured before, and he was rescued when he walked to the **** of death.

And without anyone noticing, the two soldiers died in such an ordinary accident.

In the face of the withering of life, Claremont took a deep breath, feeling the coldness in his heart.

The Calradian soldiers and elf soldiers in the camp also gathered at the gate of the camp. After understanding the current situation, their faces were all solemn.

"Soldiers are not allowed to leave the barracks without permission. This is the first day of the formation, I told you." DeWitt wiped away tears and gritted his teeth at the errant group of soldiers.

"We were wrong, Captain DeWitt." The soldiers all fell to their knees, confessing to DeWitt.

"I'm not going to punish you this time. Bury your comrades well. Tomorrow you remember to take their ashes and luggage with you. No matter what, take what they left back to Germany. Herim. If you apologize, let's save it until then." DeWitt said coldly.

Abel walked up to all the soldiers and said: "Please see where you are now, this world is cruel. Next time there are soldiers who make such mistakes, I hope you better take off consciously. Take off your armor and leave this group."

Claymont's eyes became condensed, and after glancing at the soldier who had been mistaken, he left the place.

After the three leaders left, the soldiers gathered around the soldiers returning from the creek.

That night, soldiers set fires near the barracks to cremate the two soldiers who died.

DeWitt and others were not present. The funeral ceremony did not end until late at night.

Many soldiers shed tears of heartache.

In the early morning of the next day, the forty-eight scout team set off early in a sad atmosphere.

The soldiers on the same team as the fallen soldiers wore white scarves at the crook of their arms.

Walked on for an hour in silence. The group finally reached the end of the transition zone.

There is a general view of the valley.

A fast-flowing river flows through the valley. Today the scouts will follow the direction of the river and cross the valley.

The valley is green, and even in the fall, the plants along the road still thrive.

Everyone stopped, waiting for the leader to make the next step.

"General Abel, what's the next step?" The soldier walking behind Abel stepped forward and asked.

Abel often holds a map in his hand. After checking the surrounding terrain, he looked at the map and said, "Although we are walking by the direction of the stream, we should still move forward under the cover of the jungle. It's a little more hidden."

After saying this, Abel directed everyone towards the shaded area.

"Will the trolls appear suddenly?" a soldier asked worriedly.

"Usually, not. The places they choose to live are mostly hundreds of meters higher than where we are now. I just don't know how far their range of activities will expand during the day. Say, it is better to be more vigilant." Abel explained to the soldiers while surveying the surrounding turmoil.

"Okay then." The soldier replied nervously, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

The soldiers who followed Abel eased their footsteps and moved cautiously between the mountains.

The air in the forest is still relatively good. The Calradian soldiers stooped and sneaked until noon and no one was out of breath or anything. The elves were even more like a duck to water when they arrived here, and they followed Abel with ease. .

Claymont was walking at the end of the line, noticing that DeWitt's face was not looking good beside him.

Worryingly asked, "Captain DeWitt, are you feeling well?

"It's fine, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night." DeWitt shook his head and replied, his face still pale.

"Is it because of the two soldiers?" Claymont asked with darkened eyes.

"...Yes." DeWitt smiled reluctantly and continued, "I was thinking, if I did things a little more carefully. Curious to know why that creek was left unnoticed. Maybe Those two soldiers will not die."

"However, that situation may also become, you die instead of them." Claremont said calmly: "Isn't it different?"

"Is that so..." DeWitt closed his eyes slightly and sighed.

"Life and death are not up to us alone. I only realized this yesterday." Claremont sighed and said, "Captain DeWitt, I hope you can be less burdened."

DeWitt bit his lower lip~IndoMTL.com~ without further response.

"Looks like we really don't have to meet the trolls today," said a soldier happily.

It is now afternoon, and everyone can already see the end of this mountain road.

"After the first part of the journey, we will be able to get out of the jungle troll territory." Abel also said happily.

"Great!" the soldiers cheered in a low voice.

Everyone cheered and picked up the pace. Try to get out of here in a faster time.

At this time, two jungle trolls of about two hundred pounds were standing halfway up the mountain watching them.

The jungle troll's skin is purple with fine hairs growing on the surface.

The two of them are pretty good looking, with thin waists and broad shoulders, and the bulging muscles between their arms exude an eye-catching luster.

"Lord Vol'jin, are you really going to let them go?" one troll asked to another troll in front of him.

"Hmm. Are you interested in them?" Vol'jin asked, raising his eyes.

"No, no, I've been living on this island for a long time. The habit of cannibalism has long since ceased." The troll replied, "It's just that we never..."

"I heard that this group of people is here to investigate the reason for the disappearance of the dwarfs who used to live near the volcano." Vol'jin withdrew his gaze from the scout and his party, interrupted another troll, and said: "It's just passing by. Even if it's to give me face, let them pass by."

"Yes." The troll replied respectfully: "This group of people should be thankful that they met the time when you went to the island to investigate."

"Duron, you've been taking care of this island for a long time. It's really hard for you." Vol'jin stopped discussing the scout and his party, and patted the troll on the shoulder. condolences to it.

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