Lord of the Oasis Chapter 766: .Another building as shown

Crawled forward slowly for about 200 meters, just when everyone was exhausted.

A fresh gust of air hits you.

"Here it is." Abel exclaimed in surprise.

Abel jumped out of the tunnel, his feet on the ground again.

The soldiers also followed one by one out of the corridor.

Claymont looked at the houses built by the gnomes around him, and a strange feeling rose in his heart.

"Looks like nobody's been here since the last time we've been here. Nothing has changed here," Abel said.

"I feel a little strange here," Claremont said hesitantly.

"What?" DeWitt and Able asked, looking at him.

"It always feels...these buildings are not built for people to live in," Claymont said, pointing to the buildings inside the volcano.

"I don't understand." Abel shook his head inexplicably and said, "If it is not for people to live in, is it still for people to see?"

"Yes!" After hearing Abel's words, Claremont slapped his head and shouted, "It's just for people to see."

Seeing the incomprehensible expressions on the faces of the two people in front of them, Claremont slowly explained: "These buildings are very incompatible in terms of the airflow and the orientation of the rooms. Common sense. It can be said that even a sketch drawn by a beginner in architecture is inferior."

"That said, no one would live in a house like this. And, the houses themselves were purposely built to confuse everyone," concluded DeWitt.

"From the decoration process, although there are many traces of hasty, it can still be seen that it was built by gnome craftsmen." Claremont approached a house and observed it carefully.

"If this is by the gnome craftsmen, who are they watching out for?" Abel asked.

"We don't know this yet, but what is certain is that we are in the wrong place." Claremont said, "Where is the evidence left by the goblins you said earlier?"

Abel was reminded by Claremont, and quickly led the crowd to the location where the goblin's weapon was found before.

It turned out to be nothing there.

"How come?" Abel wondered.

"It appears to have been taken away," Claremont said. "Forget it, we need to find out the true residence of the gnome craftsmen within a few hours. Time is running out. ."

"How to search?" DeWitt asked.

"Since the gnome craftsmen have built such a guard, they must be watching around here. Otherwise, how would they have noticed the invasion of outsiders in the first place." Claremont thought for a while and stated.

"Okay. Then in the form of a small team, search around here, don't let an inch go." DeWitt commanded.

"Yes!" The soldiers immediately followed the instructions, and ten teams moved in different directions.

"I didn't expect the space inside the volcano to be so spacious. Fortunately, we brought enough people." Claremont said happily.

"Yeah." Abel nodded and said, "Thanks to you this time, we didn't spend too much time in the mystery set up by the gnome craftsmen. I didn't expect you to be able to watch it. Know feng shui.”

"Of course." Claremont laughed. "How many times have I told you, the books I read are all very useful."

"Claymont's conjecture has basically been proven correct." DeWitt said with a frown, "But don't you think that the style of setting up this kind of mystery is a bit conflicting with the character of the gnome craftsmen? ?"

"So...that's a bit." Abel nodded. He visited Cumberland a few times when the gnomes were building a harbor for Cumberland. He also had a few encounters with the dwarf craftsman.

What I feel in every dwarf craftsman I've ever met: a passion for architecture, a pride in one's talent, and a childlike innocence.

I can't imagine that they would have designed such a trap.

"Don't think about this, let's go and help find it." Claremont looked at the dull and unhappy expressions of the two and said.

A group of people have been busy inside the volcano for half an hour, but have not found any clues about the gnomes.

Just when everyone was downcast, a clear child's voice reached everyone's ears.

"Who are you?"

The voice echoed in the empty space.

"We are soldiers sent by humans and elves, just heard that the gnomes have disappeared. Come and find their whereabouts." Abel replied loudly.

The only response to him was a messy bark.

"You wait." After a while, the same voice came again.

Abel keeps the soldiers close to each other, waiting for the owner of the voice to appear.

After a while, the sound of "Da Da" footsteps came from behind everyone. A little dwarf girl who appeared out of nowhere happily ran to the scout team~IndoMTL.com~Did you bring food? "The little girl asked with a smile.

"Food?" Dewitt was stunned by the sudden question, pointed in the direction of the corridor, and replied, "Our food is outside."

"Didn't you bring it to us?" The little girl's smile collapsed and she said, "Then why are you here?"

"We heard that the gnomes are missing..." Abel stepped forward and replied.

"Missing? We've been here the whole time, it's fine!" The little girl wondered: "Corey Dave said he would bring us food, how come three days have passed and he hasn't come yet."

"Who is Corey Dave?" asked Claremont.

"The person in charge of managing this island." The little girl replied: "If you have no food, please go out. Don't disturb the rest of the gnomes."

"The gnome craftsman was responsible for the seaport projects of the Calradia Empire and the Elf Kingdom." DeWitt said: "The Elven Kingdom sent a letter to the gnome country before, did you receive it?"

"Letters? Corey Dave will bring us all the letters sent to the island, none of which are from the Elf country." The little girl thought back for a while and said, "You remember it wrong."

"How is it possible..." Abel was about to explain, but was interrupted by Craymont, who noticed the crux of the current event: "Why is Corey Dave doing it for you? , won't you all come out of here?"

"No," the little girl replied, "It's time for the dwarfs to rest. We won't go out of our territory unless we receive a request from other countries. It's been a while since we received a request. Commissioned..."

DeWitt and Claremont exchanged glances with understanding.

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