By the time the sun rose the next day, DeWitt hadn't recovered from his traumatic stupor.
The Scout and his party decided to stay overnight and wait for DeWitt to recover.
Claremont took his soldiers to conduct regular military physical training in the wilderness of the plain.
When camping outside, there are not as complete training equipment and facilities as in the military camp.
However, everyone still earnestly completed their daily training.
The offensive of the black elves yesterday made everyone regain their high-level requirements.
If you want to continue on the road to the volcano and go on with confidence, you have to improve your strength.
The elves also had the same idea and gathered together to practice their spells.
During the spare time of the training, many soldiers approached Claremont and asked: What kind of race are the valley trolls outside the plain
Claremont answered the soldiers' questions one by one, and told the soldiers all about the troll's habits.
"The troll's attack power is relatively small. But you can't underestimate it." Claremont introduced.
"What weapons did they use to attack others?" asked a soldier, raising his hand.
"Usually use their self-made stick weapons, or their sharp fangs." Claremont replied.
"It turned out to be suitable for opponents who are as good at close combat as us." A Calradian soldier commented.
"Well, but you can't be consumed by them in melee combat. Trolls, no matter what kind of trolls, their physical strength is amazing. And the ability to restore life is extremely strong. In terms of resistance to pressure, in my opinion Among them, there should be no race that can match them. Therefore, when confronting them, you must be extremely careful and keep a distance to avoid being counter-killed." Claremont warned carefully.
"It's really powerful!" A Calradian soldier nodded and said, "The two previous battles were settled by the elves, as if we had no effect. This time we must show our strengths to the elves." Masters, take a look."
"War is an unavoidable bad policy. It's better to avoid it. Don't forget what our mission is." Claremont ordered solemnly.
The training ground is still a bit far from where everyone camps.
So no one wanted to go back halfway. After the training was over, the scout soldiers returned to the barracks before the sun went down.
When Claremont stepped into the gate of the barracks, an elf soldier stepped forward to report: "Captain Clement, Captain DeWitt is awake."
The soldiers behind Claremont were agitated.
"Captain Clement, we also want to visit Captain DeWitt." A soldier standing beside Clement mentioned.
The other soldiers also nodded, echoing his request.
"Minister DeWitt just woke up, so many of you may disturb his rest. Let Captain DeWitt come to see you in person when he recovers better." Clement shook his head after thinking about it. Shaking his head, he vetoed it.
The soldiers lowered their heads after hearing Claremont's words, and their emotions also fell.
"Don't worry, just do what you need to do. Today's gathering ends here." Claremont ordered.
After speaking, he followed the elf soldiers to the tent where DeWitt was.
Unsurprisingly, Abel, who was originally in the barracks, arrived in front of DeWitt one step ahead of him.
After greeting Abel, Claremont leaned over to check DeWitt's condition.
DeWitt just woke up from a coma, and his eyes were slightly hazy.
"Ahem." DeWitt wanted to say something after seeing the two people standing in front of his couch, but the words turned into a cough.
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Claremont's originally reassuring eyes instantly turned into panic.
Abel also worried and said: "You are too hurt, don't even think about talking when you wake up."
The soldier in charge of the medical treatment turned pale with fright, walked to DeWitt's pillow, and used healing techniques to calm the discomfort in DeWitt's body.
After his breathing gradually became stable, DeWitt opened his eyes again, looking gently at the two worried faces.
"The black elves have been driven away by us, you don't have to worry." Claremont first reported.
DeWitt didn't seem surprised, and nodded to Claremont.
"The army is camping on the plain for the time being and settling down. We will set off again when your wounds are almost healed," Abel said.
DeWitt frowned when he heard the plan mentioned by Abel: It seemed that he didn't want to drag the progress of the whole team because of his own trauma.
"This is also for the sake of the whole team, so don't be stubborn." Claremont shook his head and said to Devitt: "You are the leader of this team, if you don't maintain a healthy and strong appearance, how can you let the soldiers They follow you trustingly."
DeWitt listened to Claremont's explanation, thought for a while, and finally nodded in compromise.
Seeing how DeWitt agreed, Claremont didn't say anything more. He asked the elf soldiers beside him, "How is Captain Dewitt doing now?"
"The momentum of recovery is very strong. It is estimated that under the supervision of someone, he will recover soon." The elf soldier replied.
"Well." Claremont nodded, then turned to Devitt and said, "You heard me, it won't take long. The most important thing is to take care of your own body now."
DeWitt nodded in commitment.
After asking DeWitt how he felt about his body, Claremont and Able resigned.
The soldiers outside the camp had already had dinner lively.
After Claremont ordered the soldiers in charge of the kitchen to bring some light liquid food to DeWitt, he joined the queue of soldiers.
Abel came to his side, and the two chatted while drinking porridge.
"The black elf really hates it." Claremont sighed.
"They already live in the dark side of this world, so they probably don't care about the severity of what they do," Abel replied.
"Is that so? Looking back now, I find that there is a saying that they said that makes sense." Claremont said with his eyes wandering.
"What?"
"Among the weapons that defeat humans, humans are the most effective." Claremont read softly.
Abel felt Claremont's melancholy, and stopped picking up vegetables. Asked Claremont: "Does the attack of that day remind you of anything?"
On the battlefield that day, it was the first time Abel saw Clement's painful appearance.
(end of this chapter)