Lord of the Oasis

"Charge!" Seeing the dwarves around him getting closer and closer, Abel ordered the soldiers of the reconnaissance team.

The elven soldiers were covered by the Calradian soldiers, and they continued to output mana.

However, this group of dwarves were really strong, and they were able to avoid the spells of the elven soldiers one by one.

Devitt observed the situation and immediately ordered: "Calradian soldiers! Form a team of three each. Break through the siege."

"Now we have to show up." Levin said happily after hearing the order.

Jeb nodded and said, "Before, it was the elves who took care of things. This time it's our turn."

The two smiled at each other and pulled over a soldier from the same squad. Surrounded by a crowd of dwarves, they stood back to back and fought to break through.

Not only them, but all Calradian soldiers showed their bloody spirit on the battlefield. The long sword in his hand slit the throat of every dwarf who stood in the way.

The dwarf leader who charged into the battle secretly screamed that something was wrong. The news I got before arriving was that the main force of this group of scouts were elven soldiers, so we just had to concentrate our firepower to deal with them. The remaining human soldiers pose no threat at all.

Now it seems that the elven soldiers have stopped and are standing aside to watch. But the human soldier seemed to be in high spirits and kept sprinting towards the dwarf encirclement.

More and more dwarves fell, although some Calradian soldiers were also knocked down. But the morale of the two parties has become completely different.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" The dwarf leader said to the remaining dwarf assassins, shaking his head.

The dwarf who received the order disappeared into the jungle in an instant.

Only the jealous scouts and the dwarf leader himself were left in the field.

"Haha." Abel sneered: "You called all your men away, do you want to leave yourself alone to fight with us?"

"Of course not." The dwarf leader waved his hand and said, "I just want to leave you a message: 'A person who walks under the sun will inevitably have his skin become dark, even if he does not mean it.' Wait. Well, we will meet again."

After saying this, the dwarf leader threw a smoke bomb from his hand. The location of the reconnaissance army was instantly surrounded by smoke.

Everyone hurriedly covered their mouths and noses. When the smoke dissipated, the dwarf leader had disappeared.

Abel looked at the jungle on both sides of the road, but there was still no sign of it.

"Running so fast," Clemont said while coughing.

"Judging from the words left by the dwarves, we have indeed been counted as a camp on the surface." Devitt lowered his head and said: "We must return to the Calradian Empire earlier now. Report the information obtained here to His Highness Kant."

"So, are we going to continue on this road?" Abel said, looking at the intersection in the distance.

"Let's go," Clemont suggested: "Go to the beach and have a look. If there are really ships running, we can save most of the time."

"Yeah." DeWitt confirmed.

"Captain Devitt, Captain Clemont!" A Calradian soldier came over and reported: "Two people died in our camp and eight were injured."

"Bury the sacrificed soldiers properly here. Take away the relics." DeWitt ordered: "The injured soldiers will be treated by the elf soldiers. We will set off in thirty minutes!"

"Yes!" the soldier saluted.

There were also many corpses of dwarf assassins lying in the middle of the road. But no one came to collect their bodies.

DeWitt chopped off the weapons that the sacrificed soldiers had carried during their lifetimes. The broken weapon was placed in front of the soldier's grave.

"I hope you can have a happy and peaceful life in your next life." DeWitt prayed quietly and said silently.

Clement followed de Witt and bowed before the graves of the two soldiers. He turned around and left with a sad face.

The soldiers stopped in place to reorganize themselves, and the injured soldiers basically recovered under the care of the elven soldiers.

Everyone continued to walk along this road, preparing to walk to the seaside according to the route shown on the map.

However, at noon. They encountered a real inn on the way forward.

The inn was built on the open space on the roadside. At a glance, the stables where horses were kept were neatly arranged together. There's no end in sight. There are also many types of horses. Even for someone like DeWitt, who has some knowledge of horses, there are still some horses that he can't name.

Although it is called an inn, the word "teahouse" is written on the sign.

Abel led everyone to stop in front of the teahouse.

"It seems that what the hotel owner said is indeed true." Clemont said as he looked at the door of the teahouse.

"Yeah." DeWitt nodded: "To be able to collect so many high-quality horses. There is indeed a way. "

"Let's go in and take a look." Abel always puts action first. After listening to what they said, he walked in.

"Is there anyone there?" Abel stepped across the threshold and called into the teahouse.

"Yes." A man in a white robe opened the curtain next to the account counter, walked out, and answered.

Abel looked him up and down and asked: "You are the only one in your shop? Where is the coachman?"

"We only rent horses here and don't hire labor." The man said calmly.

Abel had a little doubt in his heart, but he still introduced: "We have more than forty people here who need to go to the beach to take a boat. How can we get there without you leading the way?"

"Of course the horse will take you there," the man said seriously.

"Stop teasing me, you mean the horses you raise know the road?" Abel waved his hand and questioned.

The man nodded.

Abel frowned and said doubtfully: "Is this how you do your business?"

"The door of each stable is open, and you can lead the horse by yourself. Wherever you go, there is a silver coin." The man in white robe turned his back directly and said, "When you arrive at your destination, take the horse with you. Just put the reward money on the saddle."

After leaving these words, the man disappeared behind the curtain.

Abel stood there thinking for a while, and then walked out of the store. He relayed the rules he heard to DeWitt and Clemont.

"I have seen a businessman with this style before." Clemont nodded and said, "Probably he does this because he has his own confidence."

"Well, in that case, let the soldiers choose the horses." DeWitt made his decision and said, "The canopies provided here can only seat four people."

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