The tree man's face froze, he jumped away from the spot, and took a few steps behind him.
After seeing the flames escaping from the fire elves, DeWitt immediately directed the Calradian soldiers to retreat.
In fact, he had never seen a flame of this color before.
It's just that the high temperature that seems to be able to melt the air is felt in the distance.
"What a guy." The tree man lowered his head and said.
"Let us go, or the whole forest will be burned to the ground!" A fire mage demanded loudly.
"Okay. Just let you go." The tree man nodded slightly and said, "However, before that, let me try the power of your flame!"
A wooden stake weighing a hundred catties appeared in front of the fire elves and the others. And the top of the stake slammed straight into the forehead of the leading mage.
"Be careful!" Someone exclaimed.
When everyone thought that the fire elf had no choice but to take the heavy blow.
Then the mage put his hands lightly on the annual rings of the tree stump: "Wow!" - the wood stake was burned into carbon powder in an instant.
"Try this!" The five fire elves charged forward, each throwing the fireballs in their hands at the tree man standing there.
The treant made a grasping gesture with his right palm, and the fallen leaves on the ground rolled up one after another, forming a large floating ball in front of the treant, blocking the joint attack of several mages.
Fallen leaves also turned into fly ash.
"Okay. Let's go." The tree man wiped off the ash that fell on himself, and said indifferently to DeWitt and his group.
After Abel signaled for several fire elves to retreat, he walked up to the tree man and said, "We are just passing by the border of your tree man's territory. Since you have already said to let us go, then keep your promise and don't play any more tricks." The trick made things difficult for us."
"Yeah." The tree man smiled, ignored the others, and walked deep into the woods on his own.
Claremont stared at the tree man's leaving back, walked up to Abel with full of vigilance and suggested, "Let's go right away. It will be bad when their people find them later."
"Go!" Abel ordered to the soldiers behind him.
The group of people did not hide anymore, and chose to sprint down the mountain in the fastest way.
After an hour, everyone walked out of the tree man's territory. Tired down at the foot of the mountain to rest.
"After ten minutes of rest, hurry up. Try to get to the territory of the dwarves before dark." Claremont advertised to the soldiers.
The dwarves are one of the few races on the island who are willing to leave room for communication with outsiders or other races. Before DeWitt and his party arrived on the island, Raphael personally approached the dwarves and negotiated: I hope they will not embarrass the passing scouting team.
The dwarven vagrants will deal with almost all races on the island. In the town of the dwarves, you can buy any news on the island with money. The more hidden the message, the higher the price.
When seeing off in the early morning, Raphael suggested to DeWitt: If you want to know the racial characteristics of the snake girl and so on, you can ask the dwarves' intelligence officer.
"Is there any difference between the dwarves and the dwarves?" A soldier asked in a low voice to his companions in the rushing team on the plain.
"I heard that the character and life characteristics are similar to human beings. There are good people and bad people. The world within the race is similar to human society." Another soldier replied.
"The character of the dwarves tends to avoid the world. And I heard that the hands of the dwarves are eaten by God, and they are quite different from humans." A soldier added.
Everyone walked across half of the plain while chatting. At sunset: the scouting party of fifty men finally reached the town of the dwarves.
There are dwarf soldiers guarding the gate of the town, after checking their identities. Let them in without saying anything.
"It feels so easy to enter the city." A soldier said.
Walking to the commercial street leading to the main city, the crowds on the street were not what the soldiers imagined: they were all dwarves who were less than half the height of a human. Instead, people of all races are mixed in.
"The main city of the dwarves is the trading center of the island." Claremont couldn't help but said as he looked at the alien vagrants who passed by him.
"I heard from Raphael: because the dwarves have developed the service industry in the main city very well. So almost no one dares to make trouble in the main city." Abel said. After walking in the wilderness for a whole day, I came to the bustling commercial street. The whole person couldn't help becoming excited.
"It's better not to stare at the pedestrians on the street." DeWitt shook the shoulders of the two: "Everyone here is good, and you will be troubled when you walk out of the city gate."
"Yeah." Claremont looked away, and said to DeWitt: "Let's find a restaurant to live in. The flow of people here is quite heavy, and there may be no room for us to stay at night."
"Claremont is right," Abel agreed.
"I think we should find a store on this street. After all, it's close to the city center, so it's convenient to ask the chamber of commerce after dinner." After thinking for a while, DeWitt discussed.
The remaining two listened to his words and nodded in agreement.
Next, the three of them began to take the soldiers from store to store to find vacant rooms for accommodation.
Finally, in a hotel called 'Zhihuage', they found seven or eight vacant rooms that could accommodate fifty people.
DeWitt leaned over the counter and wrote, "Finally found it."
"Eight standard vacant rooms, eighty silver coins." A dwarf stepped on a high stool, adjusted his abacus a few times, and said to Claremont, who was leaning on the counter.
"Ten silver coins for one night in an empty room?! What are you kidding?" Claremont said in surprise.
The dwarf in charge of the accounts curled his lips, didn't intend to say anything, and looked directly outside the door.
Claremont was annoyed by the silent ridicule, and took DeWitt's arm and said, "Captain DeWitt, this place is too deceitful. Let's go look elsewhere."
Ten silver coins are equivalent to a month's bounty for a high-ranking officer in Dherim.
You can only stay here for one night, it is really not worth it.
"Forget it." DeWitt shook his head and said, "It's getting dark now. I don't think there will be any vacant rooms elsewhere. The most important thing is to let the soldiers rest well."
After listening to DeWitt's words, Claremont could only take out dozens of silver coins from his pocket and hand them over to the dwarf who was in charge of accounting at the counter.
"Go to the second floor." The dwarf who received the money handed over a series of keys to Claremont.
(end of this chapter)