Lord of the Oasis

Chapter 708 - The Hardships of Crossing the Plains

Chapter 708: The Hardships of Crossing the Plains

The next morning, the soldiers of the scouts’ team got up early. After washing up and tidying, they gathered together in the hall of the hotel.

“Captain Devitt,” Claremont commanded everyone to get their breakfast. He walked up to the second floor and knocked on the door of Devitt’s room.

“Click.” Devitt opened the door.

“Captain Devitt, did the Dwarf Union send the information?” Claremont asked curiously while walking into the room and looked at the paper manuscripts scattered all over the round table in the room.

“Yes. It was sent to me at dawn this morning. After the attendant downstairs received it, he sent it directly to my room,” Devitt rubbed his eyes and said.

Devitt should have been the first scout soldier to get up this morning. After being woken up by the attendant’s knock on the door, he had been focusing on reading the information until now.

“Captain, you’ve read all this information, right?” Claremont picked up a stack of information and roughly flipped through a few pages.

“Yes. I’m almost done. Take these documents with you. If you have time, you can also take a look,” Devitt wrung the towel dry and suggested to Claremont. “The information provided by the dwarf hunter is really detailed. Unfortunately, we only have information on trolls, snake ladies, and the Dragons.”

“Okay.” Claremont nodded and he stacked the papers on the table neatly and put them in his arms.

“If it can be of help to our mission, it should be enough.”

“Yes,” Devitt said with peace of mind, “the information provided by the dwarf should be of this magnitude.”

“The warriors should have gathered in the dining hall now. Let’s hurry over and meet up with them,” Claremont nodded and said.

“Yes,” Devitt replied.

After tidying up, the two of them walked out of the room and went to the dining hall to have breakfast with the other soldiers.

“We’re leaving the Dwarf Town today,” a soldier tore off a piece of soft bread and said gloomily to the soldier sitting at the same table.

“We’re here on a mission, not to play. How long do you want to stay here?” A soldier beside him picked up a piece of smoked meat with a fork and put it in his mouth, lecturing the soldier just now.

“Captain Abel, where will we go after we leave the city?” a soldier sitting next to Abel at another dining table asked.

“The plain where the Dwarf Town is located is very large. We’ll probably need three or four days to reach there,” Abel replied.

“Then will we meet a tough character like the ent next?” another soldier asked anxiously.

“I don’t think so in the short term. After all, most of the forces on this plain have a cooperative relationship with the dwarfs. Even though we look a little unfamiliar, being able to freely enter and leave Dwarf Town can be considered as being recognized by the forces on the plain. The other races shouldn’t take the initiative to find trouble with us. We just need to avoid their territory and move forward,” Abel thought for a moment and explained in detail.

Breakfast was over in half an hour. Everyone packed their luggage and began to move towards the city gate.

Abel was in charge of leading the fifty-man team, while Devitt and Claremont were at the end of the team. They were in charge of holding the line. With dozens of people moving in unison, it was quite eye-catching to walk on the street.

However, most of the passers-by would not pay attention to them. Living in such a complicated town, such ordinary movements would not attract the attention of the crowd.

The dwarf soldiers at the gate of the city were also very lax in their inspection. After carefully comparing the faces of the people with a few tattered portraits of wanted criminals on the city wall, they waved their hands and let them go.

After gradually leaving the bustling town, the scenery in front of the scouts’ team turned into a plain full of weeds.

It seemed to have rained the night before. The knee-high weeds were drenched, and the ground under their boots became soft.

Under Abel’s lead, the soldiers slowly moved forward while pushing away the weeds.

At noon, the sun shone down on the land from above.

The water droplets between the bushes absorbed the sunlight, the humid hot air made the soldiers’ vision blurry, and it was a little uncomfortable.

However, this effect was only limited to the human soldiers.

Because of their elemental constitution, the elven soldiers were completely unaffected by this natural force. Compared to the Caradia soldiers, their footsteps were much lighter.

General Abel, who was walking according to the map and the position of the Sun, did not notice the situation of the soldiers behind him until Devitt came forward and suggested to rest for ten minutes, Abel looked at the ugly expressions of the Caradia soldiers and suddenly remembered.

When they set off again, Abel suggested that the elven soldiers exchange positions with the Caradia soldiers. He asked the elven soldiers to follow him in the front, while the Caradia soldiers followed behind the elven soldiers.

Everyone looked puzzled, but they followed the formation according to Abel’s instructions.

When they set off again, the Caradia soldiers immediately noticed the path where the elven soldiers had taken, the moisture had completely disappeared. The air had also become dry.

A wave of discussion broke out among the Caradia soldiers.

Claremont walked forward and asked, “What is everyone talking about?”

“It’s so strange, following behind the elven soldiers, I feel that all the moisture that was attached to my body has disappeared. I feel much more refreshing,” one of the soldiers replied.

Devitt and Claremont had always been at the end of the line. They had never experienced the situation of the Caradia soldiers. Now, after one of the soldiers had mentioned, they realized that the soldiers’ physical strength had indeed been used up very quickly.

“Is it because they are casting some kind of spell?”

One of the soldiers was still curious about this situation.

“No, I think it should be a physical problem,” another soldier replied.

“Isn’t the connection between the elves and nature the closest? With them around, the surrounding natural elements will be balanced.”

After listening to this conversation, Devitt walked to Abel’s side in the front row and asked, “General Abel, what was the reason for the formation change just now?”

“The physical strength of the Caradia soldiers is very strong, but I don’t think they are used to this kind of environment. In order not to waste extra physical strength, I thought that with the strengths of the elves, they might be able to help a little,” Abel replied sincerely after he heard Devitt’s question, then he turned his head and glanced at the Caradia soldiers’ formation.