The scene fell into a deathly silence.
The soldiers lying on the ground trembled and cried bitterly.
Claremont looked at the corpses of the two fallen soldiers in disbelief: after they set off from the elf country, they were troubled by tree men and attacked by black elf vagrants. But there was no sacrifice of any personnel. DeWitt had suffered such a serious injury before, and he was rescued when he walked to the God of Death.
And when no one noticed, the two soldiers died in an accident like this.
Facing the withering of life, Claremont took a deep breath, feeling that his heart had been chilled.
The Calradian soldiers and elf soldiers in the camp also gathered at the gate of the camp. After understanding the current situation, they all looked solemn.
"Soldiers are not allowed to leave the barracks without authorization. This is the first day of formation of the team, I told you." DeWitt wiped away his tears, and gritted his teeth at the group of soldiers who made mistakes.
"We were wrong, Captain DeWitt." The soldiers all knelt on the ground and confessed to DeWitt.
"I will not punish you this time. Bury your comrades well. Tomorrow, remember to take their ashes with you and set off with your luggage. No matter what, bring what they left behind to Deherim If you apologize, let's save it until then." DeWitt said coldly.
Abel walked up to all the soldiers and said: "Please see clearly where you are now. This world is cruel. Next time there will be soldiers who make such mistakes. I hope you can consciously take off your clothes." Armor, leave this team."
Claremont's eyes became condensed, and after glancing at the wrong soldier, he left the place.
After the three chiefs left, the soldiers flocked to the soldiers returning from the creek.
That night, soldiers lit a fire near the barracks to cremate the two dead soldiers.
DeWitt and others were not present. The funeral ceremony did not end until late at night.
Many soldiers shed tears of heartache.
In the early morning of the next day, the scout team of forty-eight people set off early in a sad atmosphere.
The soldiers who were on the same team as the sacrificed soldiers wore white scarves around their arms.
Xianggu walked forward for an hour without saying a word. The group finally reached the end of the transition zone.
You can get a rough view of the valley.
A swift river flows through the valley. Today the scouts will follow the direction of the river and cross the valley.
The valley is verdant, and even in autumn, the plants on the roadside are still thriving.
Everyone stopped, waiting for the leader to make the next arrangement.
"General Abel, how do we go next?" The soldier walking behind Abel stepped forward and asked.
Abel often held a map in his hand. After checking the surrounding terrain, he looked at the map and compared it: "Although we are walking along the flow of the stream, we should still move forward under the cover of the jungle. This is more convenient. Cover up."
After saying this, Abel directed everyone to walk towards the shaded area.
"Will the troll suddenly appear?" A soldier asked worriedly.
"Usually, no. Most of the places they choose to live are several hundred meters higher than our current location. I just don't know how far their range of activities will extend during the day. In general, more It's better to be vigilant." Abel explained to the soldiers while looking at the troubles around him.
"Okay then." The soldier swallowed nervously and replied.
The soldiers following Abel all stepped lightly, walking cautiously among the mountains.
The air in the forest was relatively good. The soldiers of Calradia stooped and sneaked until noon, and no one gasped for breath.
Claremont walked at the end of the line and noticed that DeWitt's face beside him was not looking good.
He asked worriedly: "Captain DeWitt, are you feeling unwell
"It's okay, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night." DeWitt shook his head and replied, his face was still a little pale.
"Is it because of the two soldiers?" Claremont lowered his eyes and asked.
".Yes." DeWitt smiled reluctantly, and continued: "I was thinking, if I were more careful. I am curious to know the reason why no one cares about that creek. Maybe the two soldiers won't die."
"However, such a situation may also become that you die instead of them." Claremont said calmly, "Isn't there no difference?"
"Is that so?" DeWitt slightly closed his eyes and said with emotion.
"Life and death are not determined by us alone. I only realized this truth yesterday." Claremont sighed and said, "Captain DeWitt, I hope you can reduce the burden."
DeWitt bit his lower lip, but didn't respond.
"It seems that we really don't have to meet the troll today." A soldier said happily.
It is now afternoon, and everyone has already seen the end of this mountain road.
"After walking the distance ahead, we will be able to get out of the territory of the jungle troll." Abel also said happily.
"Great!" the soldiers cheered in low voices.
Everyone cheered secretly and speeded up. Try to get out of here in a faster time.
At this time, two jungle trolls weighing about 200 pounds were standing on the mountainside watching them.
Jungle trolls have purple skin covered with tiny hairs.
The figures of these two are pretty good, with thin waists and broad shoulders, and the bulging muscles between the arms exude an eye-catching luster.
"Master Vol'jin, do you really want to let them go?" A troll asked another troll in front of him.
"Well. Are you interested in them?" Vol'jin raised his eyes and asked.
"No, no, I have lived on this island for a long time. I have long since lost the habit of cannibalism." The troll replied, "It's just that we have never before"
"I heard that this group of people came to investigate the reason for the disappearance of the dwarves who used to live near the volcano." Wojin looked back at the scouts and the group, interrupted another troll, and said, "Just borrowing The road is just passing by. Even if it is to give me face, let them pass by."
"Yes." The troll replied respectfully: "This group of people should be glad that they met the time when you, my lord, went to the island to investigate."
"Durong, I have been entrusting you with the handling of the affairs on this island. It is really hard work for you." Wojin stopped discussing the matter of the scouts and his party, and patted the troll on the shoulder to express his condolences. road.
(end of this chapter)