"I didn't expect the soldiers of the elves to have such power." Devitt admired from the heart: "General Abel can pay attention to the physical condition of the soldiers, and he is also a careful person."
Abel shook his head humbly, and added: "It's just an innate trait of the elves. It can only barely play a neutral role in such an occasion. When it's near the volcano, in such an extreme environment , such a characteristic will not see any obvious effect."
"You're humble," DeWitt said.
At night, the team of scouts began to look for a place to camp on the plain.
With the magic of the elf soldiers, the weeds on the ten-meter-square grass were instantly burnt to fly ash.
The construction of the camp went smoothly, and after half an hour, a satisfactory simple military camp was built on the deserted plain.
This time the reconnaissance team did not have personnel in charge of logistics, and the group in charge of food was put together by a few soldiers who were good at cooking among Calradia soldiers and elf soldiers.
The smoke in the camp rose slightly, and the soldiers were finally able to eat their first meal of the day.
"How is it?" DeWitt asked, walking to Claremont who was eating and reading materials.
"Yes. The information on the dwarves is indeed very detailed." Claremont swallowed a mouthful of food and nodded in response.
"By the way, I haven't told Captain Abel about the guild yet." DeWitt suddenly remembered something and said suddenly.
"I told General Abel on the march." Claremont pressed his shoulders, preventing him from getting up, and said, "I have already handed over the materials I have read to Captain Abel. "
"That's good." DeWitt said reassuringly.
After that, DeWitt didn't say anything more, so as not to disturb the progress of Claremont's reading materials.
The two ate dinner quietly.
After dinner, Claremont returned to his tent with the information.
After taking a seat in Claremont, a soldier walked into the tent with a report. Handed a piece of paper full of notes in his hand to Claremont.
"Captain Claremont, this is the shift list for tonight." The soldier reported.
"Okay." Claremont took the list, checked it carefully, and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."
After the soldiers left, Claremont sorted out the information on the table, walked out of the tent with the list, and went to find DeWitt.
The daily reports and so on in the team are usually checked by Claremont. In the end, Claremont handed it over to DeWitt for safekeeping or decision-making.
Claremont walked to DeWitt's tent, but found that the lights in the tent were turned off.
"Where did this person go?" Claremont wondered.
Then I walked around the camp and asked around. Claremont asked the soldiers standing at the gate of the camp, "Did you see where General DeWitt went?"
"We didn't see Captain DeWitt." A soldier responded without looking back.
The other soldier also stood there, silent.
Claremont felt that the atmosphere between the two was a bit strange, and frowned. He was about to step forward and ask something.
"Captain Clement! I found Captain DeWitt." A soldier rushed to Clement's side and said.
"Where is he?" Claremont took a deep look at the two soldiers standing guard, then turned and asked the soldiers beside him.
"Captain DeWitt seems to have eaten something bad. He was going to the toilet when you found him. Now he is resting in the camp." The soldier said in detail.
"What?" Claremont asked in surprise.
The soldier nodded with a complicated expression.
Claremont shook his head helplessly: "Then I'd better not bother him."
Just as he was about to walk away, Claremont hesitantly asked the soldiers, "Are these two soldiers your subordinates?"
"Well. Our third team is on duty in the first half of the night." The soldier nodded and admitted, "What's wrong with them? Captain Claremont."
"It's nothing, it just feels like they don't know who I am. It's kind of weird," Claremont said.
"Hey, you two," the soldier immediately turned to the two soldiers standing at the door and asked loudly, "Why?"
Claremont, with his back to the two, heard the soldiers' questioning stop abruptly, and looked back curiously.
He found that the two soldiers who were still answering his question just now had fallen limply to the ground, seemingly unconscious.
The soldier quickly stepped forward and knelt down to check, "Hey! Wake up, what's wrong with you two?"
Fingers touched the fainted soldier's skin, and the bone-eating coldness occupied the soldier's senses all over his body: "Ah!"
"What's the matter?" Claremont was startled by the scream, and leaned over and asked.
The palm on the shoulder of the fainted soldier was instantly conveyed with a gloomy coldness.
Claremont quickly withdrew his hand.
"General Claremont! Our soldiers have been attacked by foreign enemies!" The soldiers shouted in panic.
This movement attracted many soldiers wandering around to gather around to watch.
News of the alarm quickly spread throughout the barracks.
Even DeWitt, who was resting in the tent, was shaken awake.
Swadian soldiers stood neatly at the gate of the barracks, holding torches. Waiting for instructions from the leader.
The soldiers of the elves came to the scene one step too late.
Abel walked through the crowd to Claremont and the fainted soldiers.
After checking the condition of the fainted soldier, his complexion became heavy: "It's the black elf's spell. These two soldiers will probably have to wait for about a week before returning to their normal state."
"Black elf?" Claremont asked, "Is it a homeless elf?"
"No, although the black elves and the elves have some similarities in some aspects, they can be completely separated in terms of psyche and spell types." Abel strongly denied: "The two races are not the same. It doesn't matter."
"Is the spell of the black elf very powerful?" Claremont looked down at the fainted soldier worriedly, and asked worriedly.
"It's really strong, because the spells they practice are very different from the spells we practice." Abel sighed: "So we often have nothing to do with the trauma they bring."
"But I've never heard of their names." Claremont was a little surprised by Abel's reaction.
"The history of black elves' rampage ended hundreds of years ago." Abel glanced at the dark moonlit night and said with emotion.
(end of this chapter)