"How is it?" DeWitt asked, looking at Claremont who had withdrawn from the shop.
"." In order to prevent himself from spitting out because of the scene he saw just now, Claremont kept covering his mouth tightly, and shook his head strongly when DeWitt asked him.
After seeing Claremont like this, DeWitt probably had a bottom line in his heart. Did not say anything to lead the team to move on.
"What we encountered at the beginning is not what we need." After recovering, Claremont relayed to DeWitt the conversation between the butcher shop owner and himself.
"Keep going, you should be able to find it." DeWitt responded.
The scouts had never walked so long in a closed space. After half an hour, they finally found a normal store selling daily necessities, rice, oil and salt on the street.
There were not many people in this store. After browsing the products on the cargo column one by one, Abel walked to the checkout counter and asked, "Boss, where did you get the goods?"
"It was shipped directly from overseas. The quality is really good." The 20-year-old young man sitting on a wooden bench replied.
"Okay, then let's buy more goods from you. Please make it cheaper for us." Abel discussed.
"That's it." The young man glanced outside the store, then walked neatly to the room behind him and took out a scale.
Abel recruited soldiers from Calradia and the elves who were in charge of the kitchen to enter the store to pick up the goods.
"You guys look so fresh, this is your first time here?" the young man said while moving the goods.
"Well. Passing by." Abel replied briefly.
"Then thank you for taking care of my business." The young man bent over with a smile.
"It's okay." Abel looked at the young man's friendly attitude, and then said to him, "We also found it after a long search."
"Do you want to continue shopping later?" the young man asked.
"No, we just want to walk back quickly." Abel shook his head and denied.
"So that's it." The young man calculated the price and replied, "That's fine, the vegetables, grains, etc. you bought totaled 30 silver coins."
"Boss, it's a lot cheaper for us." Abel was slightly surprised.
The young man smiled, noncommittal.
Abel took out thirty silver coins from his pocket, greeted the young man, and took the supplies away with other soldiers.
"Everyone share a little." Putting the grain bag on the ground, Abel ordered the soldiers of the reconnaissance team.
Everyone stepped forward consciously, carried a bag of food on their backs, and stacked it on top of their own luggage.
"Going back now?" Abel asked DeWitt, panting.
"Yeah." DeWitt nodded.
"Go back the same way? Didn't the centaur soldiers say that someone would show us the way?" Claremont said.
"I didn't see anyone who came to lead the way." DeWitt looked around and made up his mind: "Let's go back the way we came from."
"Okay." Abel and Claremont nodded.
When the soldiers were almost ready, DeWitt still stood in the leader's position. Take everyone back the same way.
"Wait, why does it feel different?" Clement, who walked for a while and noticed the surrounding scenery, asked suspiciously.
DeWitt slowed down and turned his gaze to both sides of the street: the messy shops that he passed by before had all disappeared.
Even the smoke in the air tends to subside.
There are piles of people coming and going on the stone road, which seems to be full of vitality.
"Are we going in the wrong direction?" Abel raised his eyebrows.
"Impossible, I still have this little memory." DeWitt said with a serious expression.
The scouting team did not choose to stop, but continued to move forward.
After finally walking to the end of this road, I saw the familiar door.
"Look, the imprint on this door is exactly the same as when we first came out." DeWitt said, pointing to the flaw on the wooden door from a long distance away.
"But it's really changed around here." Claremont frowned and turned around on the spot.
Gone was the previous shop that sold the flesh-colored skins of boys and girls of all races. Standing in the original place is a magnificently decorated Warcraft pet shop.
DeWitt walked to the door, glanced behind him, and gently pushed the door open.
"Swish—"
The whole street suddenly went dark.
"My God, it's so evil! This place." A soldier exclaimed.
Everyone quickly followed DeWitt to the door, and the secret passage inside the door was still the same as before. Although it was hard to say how good it was, everyone still breathed a sigh of relief.
DeWitt looked around, but didn't see the old man he met earlier.
"Go!" DeWitt ordered.
Everyone hurried to the other end of the tunnel. DeWitt was at the forefront.
"Bah—" The door leading to the outside world was opened.
The light of nature shone on every face.
The sky on the horizon showed that it was approaching evening.
"Quickly descend the mountain!" The centaur soldiers guarding the door watched them rush out, and indifferently threw the cleaned up body of Freelock into the arms of the Calradian soldiers standing in the front row.
The Calradian soldiers carried Freelock's body behind their backs, and unexpectedly discovered that not only all the blood on Freelock's body had been wiped clean, but even the upper and lower body that had been split by the mechanism had been completely restored.
DeWitt looked up at the centaur soldiers, then turned his eyes away and led the other soldiers to the other side of the plain. According to the route in memory, that is the way down the mountain.
"Go this way." A centaur soldier stopped them and pointed to the other side of the flat ground.
Unexpectedly, DeWitt didn't ask anything, and walked in the direction pointed by the soldier.
When they reached the border of the flat land, the scouts saw a mountain road that had been repaired and leveled.
"Let's go," DeWitt said.
Compared with the previous one, the road taken this time has been shortened by a lot.
It didn't take long for a group of people to descend to the halfway up the mountain.
"Camping on this mountain tonight?" asked Abel.
"It shouldn't be necessary, let's take the time to go to the foot of the mountain and find a place to rest." DeWitt responded.
"Actually, I'm quite surprised. Captain DeWitt, you would trust the words of the centaur so much," Claremont said.
"Not really. I just think this mountain is a bit strange. Rather than relying on my own memory, it's better to believe in the centaurs who are more familiar with this mountain." Abel replied.
"I also think there must be something weird about this mountain. There is such a big market hidden inside the mountain." Claremont nodded and said, "And the ones we encountered are simply inexplicable."
(end of this chapter)