Claremont glanced at Abel, who was standing aside, and saw Abel nodding towards him, then pushed away the leader of the black elves, and said, "I hope you will be more self-aware this time, and don't provoke us again in the future."
"Hehe." The black elf leader stood up, rubbed his shoulders, and chuckled.
The other soldiers watched Claremont release him, although they didn't quite understand, they also let go of the hands that imprisoned the black elf.
"Go!" said Abel.
"One day I will come to try it, the feeling of being cursed by the legendary King of Light." The leader of the black elf gave Abel an evil look and said.
After saying this, he turned his back and called the other black elves to leave together.
"Hiss!" A little silver light passed through the air, sinking into the back of the leader of the black elf.
"Ah!" The black elf leader screamed unexpectedly.
It was obviously just a ball of light the size of a fingernail, but it burned a big hole in the black elf leader's entire back.
The black spiritual power in the black elf's body kept surging outward.
The leader of the black elves stopped the other black elves from coming forward to confront each other, and gave Abel a bitter look.
Abel looked at him and said relaxedly: "Looking at it now, you still don't want to try it. Be careful that you end up in pieces. Take this blow as if I gave it back to you on behalf of Captain DeWitt."
"Let's go!" The black elf leader walked out of the barracks with the support of two companions. It disappeared from everyone's sight.
The soldiers put down their swords and celebrated the victory of the war with the wizards of the elves. And Claremont silently supported the trembling Abel back to the tent where he was staying.
"Even the slightest bit of strength of the King of Light is beyond what our physique can bear." Abel sat down on his seat and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel.
The move he did to the leader of the black elf just now really exhausted all his strength.
Until now the calf is also cramp.
Claremont brought a basin of water and said to Abel: "Thanks to your presence, we can solve this predicament. The soldiers of Calradia really owe another favor to the elves."
"We're all in the same team. Naturally, we can join when we can. There is nothing we owe or owe." Abel shook his head and said. While massaging around his calf with a wet towel.
When he was on the battlefield just now, Abel confessed to Claremont that he could not use the magic of light, and could only temporarily borrow a little bit of energy from the rune that sealed the power of the King of Light to pretend to be The illusion of the Spirit of Light.
The same is true for other elves, except that their power is dispersed by Abel, and they will not feel pain in the process of receiving it.
The two cooperated to force the black elves out of their territory, and warned them when they left.
"In this way, it is estimated that the black elves will not dare to trouble us in the future." Abel said.
Claremont also nodded.
At this time, a soldier rushed into the camp and said to Claremont in surprise: "Captain Clement, Hearn and the others are awake!"
"Awake?!" Claremont stood up and said in surprise.
Then he resigned to Abel: "Captain Abel, I will go to see those two soldiers first. You should take a good rest now."
"Okay." Abel replied.
Claremont followed the reporting soldiers to the camp where the two fainted soldiers were.
Walking to the bed of the soldier who was still recuperating, he visited and said, "You two are awake."
After seeing Claremont's figure, Hearn was so moved that he almost cried: he just woke up not long ago, and he didn't actually feel the fact of returning to the real world. After seeing Claremont hurrying over, he finally realized his real situation.
"I also thought that we would never wake up again." Hearn said with a smile as he looked at his comrade who had just opened his eyes.
"Tell me what happened to you that night," Claremont said.
Hearn thought about it for a while, and explained in detail: that night, he and Weeks stood guard at the gate of the camp. I met DeWitt who walked out of the camp to find a place to use the toilet because of a bad stomach. Not long after DeWitt walked out of the door, he noticed the shaking of leaves in the grass, and just thought it was DeWitt walking over. But they found that standing in front of them was an alien elf with dark skin. Immediately afterwards, the two were attacked and fell unconscious.
"I see." Claremont nodded and said, "It seems that the black elf is ready to attack."
"After I fainted, I felt my soul leave my body. I was thinking that I might have been killed by the black elves, but it floated into the hands of a black elf." Hearn continued.
"So, you all remember everything on the battlefield?" Claremont asked slightly surprised.
"The battlefield? What battlefield?" Hearn asked strangely: "After my soul fell into the hands of the black elf, I lost consciousness. I don't know what happened next."
"Yes." Claremont finished his visit and told the two wounded, "Take a good rest."
After walking out of the tent where the wounded were, Claremont immediately walked towards DeWitt's tent.
Although it was reported by Warrior Exchange before: DeWitt's life is no longer in danger. But recalling the scene of DeWitt's assassination, Claremont still couldn't help but feel his heart constrict.
Thinking of this, Claremont hurriedly quickened his pace.
Walking into DeWitt's tent, a smell of blood mixed with alcohol rushed towards him.
Claremont frowned.
It seems that the soldiers in charge of medical treatment have not cleaned up the scene.
Walking to the couch where DeWitt usually rested, Claremont found that Abel was there.
DeWitt lay pale on the bed, breathing so lightly that it was almost imperceptible. His shirt has been taken off. There was a thick bandage on the abdomen.
"Aren't you awake yet?" Claremont asked softly.
"Excessive blood loss, all organs in the body are still recovering." An elf soldier replied.
The healing skills of the elf soldiers and the on-the-spot medical skills of the Calradia soldiers: After a long time of hard work, they finally stabilized DeWitt's vital signs.
"In this case, it should be impossible to continue on the road." Abel sighed softly.
"Let's see how the recovery is going tomorrow." Claremont said after being silent for a while.
"I don't know if our group can reach the destination of the mission smoothly." Abel looked up to the sky and said, "It seems that it is indeed difficult at present."
(end of this chapter)