Lord of the Oasis

Until the sun rose the next day, DeWitt still didn't wake up from the traumatic coma.

The scouts and others decided to stay where they were for one night, waiting for DeWitt to recover.

Clermont took his soldiers to conduct routine military physical training in the wilderness of the plains.

When camping, there are not as complete training equipment and facilities as in the military camp.

However, everyone still completed their day's training seriously.

Yesterday's attack by the Black Elves made everyone regain their high standards.

If you want to continue on the road to the volcano and walk with confidence, you have to improve your strength.

The elves also had the same idea and gathered together to practice their own spells.

During the free time of training, many soldiers approached Clemont and asked: What kind of race are the valley trolls outside the plain.

Clemont answered the soldiers' questions one by one and told them all about the troll's habits.

"The troll's attack power is relatively small. But you can't underestimate it." Clemont introduced.

"What weapons did they use to attack others?" a soldier raised his hand and asked.

"Usually they use their homemade stick-type weapons, or their sharp fangs." Clemont replied.

"It turns out that it is suitable for an opponent who is as good at close combat as us." A Calradian soldier commented.

"Well, but you can't be consumed by them in close combat. Trolls, no matter what kind of trolls, their physical strength is amazing. And their life recovery ability is extremely strong. In terms of resistance to pressure, in my opinion There should be no race that can compare with them. So when you confront them, you must be extremely careful and keep your distance to avoid being counterattacked." Clemont warned carefully.

"It is indeed very powerful!" A Calradian soldier nodded: "The previous two battles were settled by the elves, and it was as if we had no role. This time we must show our strengths to the elves. Mages, take a look.”

"War is the last resort. It's better to avoid it if you can. Don't forget what the mission of our trip is." Clement ordered seriously.

The training ground is still a bit far away from where everyone is camping.

So no one wanted to go back halfway. After the training was over, the scout soldiers returned to the military camp before the sun went down.

When Clemont entered the gate of the military camp, an elf soldier came forward and reported: "Captain Clemont, Captain DeWitt is awake."

The soldiers behind Clemont became restless.

"Captain Clemont, we also want to visit Captain DeWitt." A soldier standing next to Clemont mentioned.

The other soldiers nodded and agreed with his request.

"Minister DeWitt has just woken up. The presence of so many of you may disturb his rest. It is better to wait until Captain DeWitt recovers better and let him come to see you in person." Clemont thought for a moment and shook his head. Shaking his head, he objected.

The soldiers lowered their heads after listening to Clemont's words, and their mood also dropped.

"Don't worry, just do what you have to do. Today's gathering is dismissed." Clemont ordered.

After saying that, he followed the elf soldiers to the tent where Devitt was.

As expected, Abel, who had been staying in the military camp, arrived in front of DeWitt one step ahead of him.

After greeting Abel, Clemont leaned over to check on DeWitt's condition.

DeWitt had just woken up from a coma, and his eyes were slightly hazy.

"Ahem." After seeing the two people standing in front of his bed, DeWitt opened his mouth to say something, but the words turned into coughing again.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Clemont's originally reassuring look instantly turned into panic.

Abel also worried: "You are too seriously injured, don't think about talking as soon as you wake up."

The soldiers in charge of medical treatment were shocked.

He walked to DeWitt's pillow and used healing techniques to calm the discomfort in DeWitt's body.

After his breathing gradually became steady, DeWitt opened his eyes again and looked gently at the two worried faces.

"The black elves have been driven away by us, you don't have to worry." Clemont spoke first to report.

DeWitt didn't seem surprised and nodded to Clemont.

"The army will camp and settle down in the plain for the time being. When your wounds are almost recovered, we will set off again," Abel said.

DeWitt frowned when he heard Abel's plan: he seemed unwilling to slow down the progress of the entire team because of his own trauma.

"This is for the sake of the entire team, so don't be stubborn." Clemont shook his head and said to DeWitt: "You are the leader of this team. If you don't stay healthy and strong, how can you make the soldiers We are following you with trust."

DeWitt listened to Clemont's explanation, thought for a while, and finally nodded in compromise.

Seeing the way DeWitt agreed, Clemont said nothing more. He asked the elf soldier beside him: "How is Captain DeWitt's physical condition now?"

"The recovery momentum is very strong. It is estimated that he will recover soon with someone taking care of him." The elf soldier replied.

"Yes." Clemont nodded, turned to DeWitt and said, "You heard it, it won't take long. The most important thing now is to take good care of yourself."

DeWitt nodded as if promising.

After asking some questions about DeWitt's feelings about his body, Clemont and Abel left.

The soldiers outside the camp were already having dinner lively.

After asking the soldier in charge of the kitchen to bring some light liquid food to DeWitt, Clemont also joined the queue of soldiers.

Abel walked up to him, and the two chatted while drinking porridge.

"It's really hateful for the black elf to do this." Clemont sighed.

"They have always lived in the dark side of this world, and they probably don't care at all about the severity of their attacks." Abel replied.

"Is that so? Looking back now, I find that there is a sentence they said that makes sense." Clemont said with wandering eyes.

"What?"

"Among the weapons that defeat humanity, the most effective weapon is humanity itself." Clemont read softly.

Abel felt Clemont's melancholy and stopped carrying the vegetables. Asked Clemont: "Did the attack that day remind you of anything?"

That day on the battlefield was the first time Abel saw Clemont in such pain.

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