Lord of the Oasis

Early in the morning, DeWitt and the others led the team and set off.

This is the season when the river is rushing, and it is not easy to cross the river.

Everyone tied the ropes around each other's waists and walked slowly forward in the river with their arms around their shoulders.

The width of the river is about fifty meters long. The soldiers stopped and walked in the river in order to maintain their balance. It took nearly an hour to get ashore. It also took a lot of energy during this period.

There was no time to change clothes, so Abel directed everyone to move forward.

In order to reach the centaur tribe within the estimated time, every second must now be raced.

DeWitt and Abel walked side by side at the front, in order to accurately plan the new route: each of them had a map.

"According to this forward speed, it will take three or four days of walking in the valley before we can get out." Abel said while staring at the map.

"It took a lot of effort to cross the river today, and the progress of the soldiers is slow. We will have to speed up our pace in the next few days." DeWitt analyzed.

"Yeah." Abel nodded and replied.

Until evening, when today's trip was about to come to an end, the scouts and their group had climbed up another mountain. The rushing river was left far behind, and no trace of it could be seen.

"Camp where you are and rest." Abel ordered.

The soldiers also breathed a sigh of relief. Their clothes that were soaked by the river water had been dried unconsciously during the march. After trekking all day without stopping, it is the greatest happiness to be able to sit down and rest now.

"You, you, you, follow me out." Clemont walked to a few soldiers squatting on the ground and ordered.

"Captain Clement?" The soldiers immediately stood up and lined up. A soldier looked at Clemont who turned his back and walked towards the entrance of the military camp, and asked hesitantly.

"Take your weapons and let's go hunting now." Clemont said.

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

"Did Clemont take people out?" DeWitt was setting up a tent with the soldiers. He glanced at the back of Clemont and his group as they left, and asked.

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

"Why did I only bring three people with me..." DeWitt looked a little worried.

"This area is Beamon's territory. I guess Captain Clemont doesn't want to make too much noise and be discovered." Abel speculated: "There is no way that the beast in this mountain can hurt them."

"Yeah." DeWitt nodded.

Before Clemont and others could bring back the results of the battle, Abel called on Calradia's logistics soldiers to prepare the fire. He looked very confident in Clement and the others.

After a while, Clement and the other four appeared at the gate of the military camp with their full load.

Several soldiers patrolling the camp quickly stepped forward to take the prey brought by the four people.

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

"How is it?" After the soldiers dispersed, Abel stepped forward and asked Clemont.

"It's not bad." A hint of fatigue appeared in Clemont's eyes: "We didn't go 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 Clemont was too tired, he told him: "Don't we have to stay on duty tonight?" Post?"

"For dinner, a bowl of porridge is enough for me. Please help me tell the chef." Clemont exhaled and said.

"Okay." Abel replied.

Clemont nodded, then turned and walked towards his tent.

After returning to the tent, he immediately walked to the couch, took off his coat, and wiped his face with a towel soaked in water. Lying down on the made mattress.

Maybe it's because the hard work all day today has exhausted all my strength. There is no energy left to even dream.

Clemont fell into a deep sleep late at night.

When I woke up, there was a bowl of white porridge with little heat on the table in front of the bed.

After having this simple dinner, Clemont got dressed, walked out of the camp, and took over with Abel.

"I see you are in much better spirits." Abel handed the talisman in his hand to Clemont's hand and said.

"My physique is like this. I will be stronger after a good sleep." Clement said with a smile.

"That's it." Abel nodded: "Is there anything special about going out today?"

"No." Clemont thought about it for a while and replied: "The places we passed were very quiet. It seems that there are no homeless people of other races passing by."

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

"Even if there really is Beamon, then we are not the target of his attack." Clemont thought of Beamon's appearance recorded in the history books, shook his head and said to Abel.

"Have you seen Beamon before?" Abel knew almost nothing about Beamon except for the name and portrait given on the map. After hearing Clemont's comments, he couldn't help but ask.

"No, I just heard their legends." Clemont introduced: "I heard that Behemoth is so huge that it can eat thousands of mountains in one meal, and time will also change because of what they have done. The movements become disordered. When God created the world, he only created one Behemoth."

"Such a magical creature can actually live on this island." Abel said in shock.

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

"No race has come to occupy this emerald land of mountains. It seems that everyone is very afraid of Behemoth's existence." Abel said.

"Um."

Abel and Clemont didn't chat for long before they went back to rest.

Clemont led the soldiers to patrol inside and outside the camp. It was not until four o'clock in the morning that he handed over the tasks in hand to others and returned to the camp tent to sit down and rest.

In two hours, the soldiers will get up.

Clemont had no desire to sleep at this time. Perhaps the rest yesterday had made up for all the sleep he had gotten throughout the day.

He leaned in front of the desk and looked at the map in his hand.

Counting the time to set off from the Elf Kingdom or from Dehreim.

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

Like a hypnotic clock, Clemont felt tiredness welling up in his body.

In another hour, their army will set off from the rain in the autumn valley to start a new day's trek.

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