"Welcome, welcome, warm welcome."
Looking in the direction of Claremont's finger, DeWitt saw a few elves in tattered clothes holding banners, jumping up and down and shouting enthusiastically.
DeWitt called Captain Abel hesitantly, and asked, "Captain Abel, are the elves standing there sent by the site to pick us up?"
"Huh?" Abel's eyes seemed to be a little shaken by seeing the clothes of several people.
The three of them frowned and walked in front of the elf welcome team.
"Raphael?" After getting closer, Abel finally recognized the face of the person he knew, and called out.
The elf called Raphael turned around and met Abel's eyes. He grinned in surprise and said, "Abel! This elf team is led by you?!"
After confirming his identity, facing Rafael's surprised expression, Abel was full of doubts, not knowing where to ask.
DeWitt and Claremont on the side were also silent.
Although the elves are lazy, they are generally very concerned about their appearance.
At least DeWitt and Claremont had never seen such a ragged, dark-faced elf clansman in the elf main city before.
"What's the matter with you?" Abel finally asked.
"Let's talk about this matter when we go back to the site's residence." Raphael responded.
Abel nodded in understanding.
"Hi, my name is Raphael. I'm the leading representative of the station responsible for your reception." Raphael officially introduced to DeWitt and Claremont.
"Hello, I'm Dewitt, the leader of the Calradian soldiers this time."
"Hi, I'm DeWitt's assistant—Claymont."
"Nice to meet you. Prepare to take the soldiers up the mountain with me. It's getting late now," Raphael said.
"Okay." After Devitt agreed, he led the whole team of soldiers to Raphael.
A group of people left the harbor and set off for the nearest mountain.
The marching team followed the elf who led the way and climbed the mountain for about an hour.
Abel grabbed the branches and climbed up: "Is there no way to go on this mountain? We can only climb up like this?"
"There is a way." Raphael replied. He seemed to be familiar with walking this path, and he was not out of breath like others.
"Then why don't you walk?" DeWitt finally found a place to rely on, and asked after taking a break.
"The road is in the front mountain, which is the territory of the tree people. You can't walk." Raphael explained.
"I've never heard of it: Occupying the territory can also divide the mountain road into it." Claremont said panting.
"On this island, it's like this. A road, a drop of water, and a fruit. They are all marked with the label of which one they belong to." Raphael sighed.
"It's scary," DeWitt couldn't help but say.
"Not only that, but the forces on the island will fight each other and compete for each other's resources." Raphael continued: "The outpost we built under the mountain was also occupied by the orc army."
"I didn't expect the situation on the island to be so bad," Claremont said.
"Is there any hope of getting back the captured outpost?" Abel asked.
"Impossible. There are hundreds of orcs on the island. We are no match for them." Raphael shook his head and continued on his way: "Fortunately, the residence we built on the mountain is still there. It has not been discovered. There is no need to worry about food and so on. The current situation is not too bad, as long as you complete the task, the forces here will not do anything to us."
Abel sighed, didn't say anything more, but followed closely behind Raphael.
After an hour, everyone finally arrived at the residence on the mountainside.
"I didn't expect this place to be quite big." DeWitt sighed looking at the wooden building in front of him.
"The design of this building is to accommodate the number of people performing tasks. The craftsmen in China got a lot of inspiration from the dwarf craftsmen and quickly built this building." An elf at the site walked to Devitt and introduced.
"Please stay here for the night." Raphael called.
All the soldiers followed into the building.
The hall doesn't have much furnishings, and it is too empty in terms of its vast area.
Soldiers helped the site elves carry a long table out of the utility room.
"Today, let's have dinner in the hall." The soldier at the site said.
"Let's go to the upstairs room and have a look. After dinner, we will allocate our own rooms," DeWitt ordered.
The soldiers took up their luggage and went upstairs.
The room was cleaned reasonably neatly.
It's just the part of the window sill that was wet from the rain, and the wooden boards are moldy.
A soldier sat on the bed, stretched his waist, and said, "I think this place is not bad. Compared with camping in the wild, it's much more relaxed. I don't know why that Lord Rafael feels like he owes us Like."
"It should have been bruised by other forces on the island. The outpost was also taken away. I feel very guilty." The soldier sitting opposite him replied after thinking for a while.
"Of course. The person who can be appointed as the site leader must be a senior officer who is responsible for disciplining hundreds of people in the army. He came to this small island without knowing anything." Leaning against the wall A soldier spoke.
dinner time.
Site personnel cook a whole table of sumptuous dishes.
All the soldiers sitting at the table stared happily at the dishes in front of them.
The personnel on the site were also in high spirits: before the scouting team arrived, they ate every meal on dry food.
The reason is that cooking needs water, and there is no place with enough fresh water on the mountain.
Even the elves' need for water is ten times smaller than that of humans. But still can't squeeze excess water from the gap between the teeth.
This meal used up one-fifth of the elves' water storage in the site.
It won't be long before it's time to worry about the water problem again.
However, looking at the long-lost delicacies in front of them, no one will forget the troubles in front of them.
"To everyone in the scouting team." Raphael raised his glass.
"cheers!!"
The soldiers happily drank the old wine in their glasses.
"Generals, this is a toast to you. I hope you can bring good news from the place where you are performing your mission." Raphael walked to the table where Abel and the other three were sitting, and raised his glass.
"Thank you, Raphael." Abel responded first.
"We will definitely complete the task and leave here with you." DeWitt said firmly.
(end of this chapter)