"Who introduced you?" the tall centaur soldier asked in a magnetic voice.
"We found it ourselves." DeWitt said hesitantly.
After hearing this answer, the centaur closed his eyes and said, "The market is closed. You shouldn't be here now." The tone was very arrogant, with a hint of threat.
DeWitt's mouth is half open, not knowing what to do. A voice came from behind.
"Dwarves, it was the dwarves who introduced us. This map was also sold to us by the dwarves." Claremont walked to Dewitt's side and asked the centaur warrior to stay.
The centaur warrior who was about to turn around and leave stopped, picked up the map in Claremont's hand with a handle, looked at it for a while, and then asked, "What's the name of the person who introduced you?"
"Madolan." Claremont replied confidently.
In fact, this is just the name of a person in charge that he saw on the bulletin board in the guild hall.
But if at this moment he doesn't earnestly answer the centaur warrior's question.
The Calradian soldiers behind them really had no way out.
When the centaur soldier heard the name, there was a hint of shock in his eyes.
The other centaur warriors standing in the hiding place also let out a "huh—" sound of surprise.
"It turned out to be a guest arranged by Lord Madoran. Follow me." The centaur soldier did not continue to ask. Instead, he beckoned the scouts and his team to follow behind him.
DeWitt gave all the soldiers a wink, telling them to follow quickly.
The leading centaur soldier galloped so fast on the grassland that all members of the scouting team had to sprint to catch up.
"Is it really okay?" Abel glanced at the rest of the centaur soldiers chasing after them, and asked Claremont.
"Since I have chosen this path, I can only give it a go." Claremont replied.
The physical strength of the elves couldn't keep up with the galloping brigade, so they could only cast spells to make themselves fly in the sky.
"Hehe—" the centaurs at the back of the formation cheered.
On this island, it is rare for elves to appear.
After about ten minutes, the leading centaur slowed down. Finally, it stopped in front of a small slope.
Calradian soldiers and elf soldiers also stood in front of the slope.
"Here?" DeWitt asked.
"The entrance to the market." The centaur soldier turned around and replied, "But you have to put all your weapons here before you can enter."
The Calradian soldiers who heard these words looked at each other, and finally surrendered their eyes to the three leaders.
"Okay." DeWitt and Claremont nodded in agreement, taking off the weapons on their waists.
Abel stared closely at the centaur soldier's eyes: the spells that the elves are good at cannot be removed.
After seeing the actions of the two captains, the soldiers of Calradia threw their swords to the ground neatly.
"Okay." The centaur soldier nodded to the scouts.
Immediately afterwards, he walked to the slope and pushed his right front foot forward.
"Boom!" The rock wall shook violently, and a secret door appeared in front of everyone.
"Is this a spell?" a Calradian soldier wondered.
"Please come in." After the dust settled, the centaur soldier gestured to the scouts.
DeWitt showed his own momentum, straightened up and stepped forward to open the secret door.
Different from the dark tunnel illuminated by open flames in the imagination, colorful lights overflowed from the passage. It sets off the whole road very dreamily.
"It's so wide." DeWitt walked into the door and sighed after looking at the surrounding space.
"If you want to go in, move quickly," said the centaur warrior.
At this time, DeWitt came out of the door and said to the scouting soldiers waiting for him: "There is no problem inside, let's go."
At this point, the soldiers of the reconnaissance team felt relieved and stepped into the secret door carefully.
"Ah!" When the soldiers had almost entered the tunnel, a scream came from the end of the queue.
"What's wrong?" Calradia's soldiers and the elves' soldiers all looked back in a panic.
The body of a Calradian soldier with his upper and lower body separated fell at the door. Claremont, who was in charge of the formation, stood there with dilated pupils, and warm blood splashed on his face.
The centaur soldier guarding the door of the secret passage came over indifferently, and lifted the coat of the fallen soldier with the handle of his knife.
"Dangling—" A dagger fell out.
"If you don't follow the rules, you will be punished like this," the centaur warned. As he spoke, he raised his hoof high, ready to stomp on the corpse.
"Boom." Before the centaur soldier's feet hit the ground, the body of the Calradia soldier was teleported into the hands of the elf soldier.
Abel came forward and said: "The punishment is almost the same."
There is a deadly threat in the eyes.
"It's okay." The centaur soldier said with a smile on his face.
"Bump—" the secret door was closed by centaur soldiers.
A voice from outside the door said: "After your transaction is over, someone will send you out."
"Fuli Locke" In the silence, a soldier spoke.
"Dead," said Abel.
"Just put him here. Let's move on," DeWitt said.
To be honest, R&F Locke's deeds are not rated high in everyone's mind.
What can you do with a dagger? If you really encounter a dangerous situation, I am afraid that you will not even be able to defend yourself.
When you come to other people's territory, you have to obey other people's rules, and Florik almost killed everyone.
It's really stupid and selfish.
It's just because he is a comrade in arms who has traveled together for many days after all, so DeWitt and others did not show their inner emotions on the surface.
After receiving such an order from DeWitt, soldiers of Calradia lowered Freelock's body against the wall.
After 30 seconds of silence for him, everyone continued to move towards the depths of the dark passage.
"Aiyo, aiyo. Where did the distinguished guest come from? He brought me a business." A short old man stood in front of everyone.
Claremont mentioned the prohibition, raised his fist, and asked him, "Who are you?"
"I'm an ordinary businessman, so the name doesn't matter." The old man squinted his eyes and smiled, "This time the guests are from the human race. Hey! There are also elves! Rare, rare."
"We don't have any business to do with you!" Clement snapped. In his opinion: This old man is definitely not a good person.
(end of this chapter)