The next day, the team moved on under the leadership of Abel.
"The quality of the map of the dwarves is really good." Abel said with emotion as he walked: "I have never seen every road on this island so clearly before."
"That's true." Claremont nodded, and today it's his turn to come to the front and lead the way with Abel: "It feels like we don't need to worry about the route we're walking."
"How did they do it? A lot of human and financial resources are spent on this every year." Abel said.
"The dwarf guild is so popular. This can be regarded as their livelihood." Claremont commented.
"Yeah." Abel nodded.
It is almost December now, and the feeling of staying in the mountains is that it has entered winter.
"Is it because I live in a different place? It feels like this is the coldest winter I have ever experienced." A soldier looked up at the sky and said.
"Based on the time, it's not winter yet." A soldier replied, "I guess the whole valley will be frozen by the end of December."
"Fortunately, we should have been near the volcano at that time. It shouldn't be colder than when we stayed here." The soldier sniffed and said.
Abel noticed that at this time, the moisture in the air became scarce. And the coughing of the soldiers behind him came from my ears. He said worriedly: "If the soldiers catch a cold at this time, they will be in trouble."
Claremont glanced behind him and said, "The bodies of the soldiers should not be so fragile." At least he felt that although the autumn wind in the valley was biting, it still didn't affect his physical condition.
"The air on the island in this season is damp and cold. It is different from the situation in the Nalun Desert." Abel explained: "We are walking in the mountains and forests, and we can't see the sun behind the clouds all day long. Days like this After a few days, the padded jackets worn by the soldiers may also squeeze out water."
"Is there anything the elves can do?" Hearing these words, Claremont was distressed for a while, and then remembered the spells cast by Abel and other elf soldiers a few days ago.
Abel pursed his lips and shook his head: "Our bodies are already oversaturated. In such an environment on the entire island, that spell can't do much."
"It doesn't matter, humans have their own ways. If you say that among the various races living in this world, the one that has fought against nature the most is the human race. Just remind the soldiers to be careful." Claremont said optimistically.
"Yeah," Abel responded.
After noon, the sky became darker and darker from time to time.
After continuing on for several hours, the two leading the way began to plan for everyone to stop and rest, and then find a place to camp.
Claremont slowed down his pace, watching the soldiers of the reconnaissance team pass by him, counting the number of people.
"Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven. All here." Claremont read silently.
"Claymont." DeWitt walked to Clemente's side and called: "Are you ready to let the troops rest?"
"Well. After all, the weather is now." Claremont struggled and pointed to the dark sky.
"But it's only four o'clock in the afternoon." DeWitt said with wide-eyed eyes.
"Is it so early?" Claremont glanced at Abel's back: he didn't pay much attention to the time. Just looking at the drowsy sky while listening to Abel chatting. Had the illusion that it was already evening.
"Although it is said that the marching time will be shortened in the future, we still have to hurry up and advance on such a day." DeWitt said with a slightly serious look: "I will explain to Captain Abel."
DeWitt handed over the task of pressing the team to Claremont, and walked towards the front row by himself.
"Captain Abel." DeWitt walked to Abel's side and called.
"Huh? Captain DeWitt, why did you come to the front?" Abel said, turning around and glancing at Claremont who was following behind the team.
"I think even in this season, we have to maintain more than eleven hours of marching time every day." DeWitt said directly.
"Hmm." Abel understood what DeWitt was referring to, and then expressed his doubts: "But I'm worried about the environment in the valley after dark."
"Don't worry about this, I brought something back from the centaur." DeWitt said.
"What?" Abel was a little curious. He didn't expect DeWitt to buy other items after entering the market.
"This." DeWitt took out an item in the shape of a lantern from his arms.
Abel pointed to the artifact in a little surprise and asked, "What is this?"
"The name of this magic weapon is the Light of the Caucasus. After opening it, any species outside the halo will find a way to avoid it." Devitt introduced, and then handed the magic weapon to Abel. Hopefully he can inject a little mana into it.
Abel exercised his kung fu as usual with suspicion, and spiritual power surged to his fingertips. This 'lantern' immediately sucked away the spiritual power between the fingers.
After a while of silence, "Boom!" Something seemed to explode inside the lamp.
Immediately afterwards, the magical artifact emitted a dazzling light, which amazed Abel. The other soldiers noticed the movement and also exclaimed.
The Scout's body shone like daylight. This ray of light followed Abel's mind and attached to every soldier.
Whether it is a human race or an elf race, when that ray of light is attached to the body. Vision became brighter.
Abel himself also noticed this change, and exclaimed: "This magic weapon is really powerful. It's just that under such a powerful force, won't the user experience any side effects?"
"No. According to the owner of that shop: This magic weapon has a long history. At the beginning, it showed far more than that. It just fell into the hands of various people After that, now it can only achieve such an effect, which is considered a disabled product." DeWitt explained.
"For us, it is enough to achieve the legendary effect of driving away other races." Abel stroked the gap on the magic weapon with his fingers, and guessed: "Even so, what the shopkeeper proposed is a high price, right?" ?”
"Five gold coins are worth the money for us who need to hurry up." DeWitt read.
"I'm really curious, what is the overall price level in the centaur market. At present, it seems that there is indeed a considerable gap between different stores." Abel thought.
(end of this chapter)