Lord of the Oasis Chapter 720: Information from hunting

Early in the morning, DeWitt and the others led the team out.

It's not an easy time to wade across the river at this time of year.

Everyone tied ropes around each other's waists and walked slowly through the river with their shoulders slung back and forth.

The width of the river is about 50 meters. Soldiers stopped and walked in Hanoi in order to maintain their balance. It took almost an hour to walk ashore. It also took a lot of energy during this period.

Without time to change clothes, Abel directed everyone to move on.

In order to reach the centaur colony within the estimated time, every second counts now.

DeWitt and Abel walked side by side at the forefront, in order to accurately plan the new route: two people with a map.

"According to this forward speed, it takes three or four days to walk in the valley before we can walk out." Abel said, staring at the map.

"It took a lot of effort to cross the river today, and the progress of the warriors is slow. In the next few days, we have to speed up the pace." DeWitt analyzed.

"Yeah." Abel nodded.

Until evening, when today's trip was about to end, the scout group had already climbed another mountain. The fast-flowing river was left far behind, with no trace of it to be seen.

"Camp and rest in place," Abel ordered.

The soldiers also breathed a sigh of relief. The clothes soaked in the river water had been involuntarily dried in the process of marching. After traveling all day without stopping, it is the greatest happiness to be able to sit down and rest now.

"You, you, you, follow me out." Claremont walked to a few soldiers crouching on the ground and commanded.

"Captain Claremont?" The soldiers stood up immediately and lined up. A soldier asked hesitantly as he looked at Claremont, who turned his back and walked towards the gate of the barracks.

"Take your weapons, we're off to hunt now," Claremont said.

"Yes." The three soldiers put their weapons on their waists again and followed Claremont out.

"Claymont took someone out?" DeWitt, who was setting up a tent with the soldiers, glanced at the back of Claremont's group leaving, and said.

"Yes, the reconnaissance team will send people out to hunt every day." Abel responded.

"Why only three people..." DeWitt looked worried.

"This is near Beamon's situation. It is estimated that Captain Claremont does not want to make too much noise and be discovered." Abel speculated: "It is impossible for the beasts in this mountain to hurt them."

"Hmm." Devitt nodded.

Before Claremont and the others brought back the results, Abel beckoned Calradia's logistics soldiers to prepare the fire. A look of confidence in Claremont and the others.

In a short while, the four of Claremont appeared at the gate of the barracks with a full load.

Several soldiers patrolling the camp quickly stepped forward to pick up the prey from the four.

"Wow, there are deer in the mountains! You can eat venison tonight!" a soldier exclaimed excitedly.

"How's it going?" Abel stepped forward and asked Claremont when the soldiers dispersed.

"It's okay." Claremont's eyes showed a trace of fatigue: "We didn't go very far."

"Hurry up and change your clothes and have a good rest." Abel originally wanted to ask more about the terrain in the mountains, but seeing that Claremont was too tired, he instructed him: "Not tonight. Are you still on the night watch?"

"At dinner time, a bowl of porridge is enough for me. Please speak to the kitchen for me," Claremont said with a breath.

"Okay," Abel replied.

Claremont nodded, then turned and walked towards his tent.

Back in the tent, I immediately walked to the couch, took off my coat, and wiped my face with a towel soaked in water. Lie down on the made bed.

Perhaps today's hard work has exhausted all my strength. There was no time left to dream.

Claremont slept soundly into the night.

When I woke up, there was a bowl of white porridge on the desk in front of the couch.

After this modest dinner, Claremont dressed and walked out of the tent to take over with Abel.

"Looks like you're in better spirits." Abel handed the Token in his hand to Claremont's and said.

"My physique is like this. After a good night's sleep, I have strength." Claremont said with a smile.

"I see." Abel nodded and said, "Is there any special episode going out today?"

"No." Claremont thought for a while, and replied, "The places we passed were quiet, and it didn't feel like homeless people of other races usually passed by."

"Didn't the map say that Beamon appeared near here?" Abel asked suspiciously.

"Even if there is Beamon, then we are not his target." Claremont thought of the appearance of Beamon recorded in the history books~IndoMTL.com~ shook his head and said to Abel.

"Have you seen Beamon before?" Abel knew almost nothing about Beamon other than the name and portrait given on the map. After hearing Claremont's evaluation, he couldn't help but ask.

"No, I just heard about their legends." Claremont introduced: "I heard that Beamon's body is huge, and he has to eat thousands of mountains in one meal, and the time will also be because of them. Something happened, and it became disordered. When God created the world, he only made a Beamon."

"This magical creature would actually live on this small island." Abel was stunned.

"Actually, to be honest, I don't really believe it," Claremont thought.

"There is no race to occupy the emerald land of these mountains. It seems that everyone is very afraid of Beamon's existence." Abel said.

"Hmm."

Able and Claremont did not chat long before going back to rest.

Claymont led the soldiers to patrol inside and outside the camp until 4:00 am before handing over the task to others and returning to the camp to sit down and rest.

In two hours, the soldiers will be up.

Claymont didn't even want to sleep at this time, maybe it was the rest of yesterday that made up all his sleep for the whole day.

Let's lean in front of the desk, looking at the map in his hand.

Calculates the time of departure from the Elven country or from Dehrim.

At five in the morning, the rain in the valley hit the top of the tent with a 'crackling' sound.

Like a hypnotic clock, Claremont felt a wave of tiredness welling up inside him.

In an hour's time, their armies will set off on a new day's trek from the rain curtain of this autumn valley.

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