Lord of the Oasis

Claremont glanced at Abel, who was standing at the side. After seeing Abel nod at him, he pushed the Black Elf Leader away and said, “I hope that you have more self-awareness this time. Don’t come and provoke us again in the future.”

“Hehe.” The Black Elf Leader stood up, rubbed his shoulders, and laughed softly.

The other soldiers watched as Claremont released him. Although they didn’t quite understand, they let go of the hands that had bound the black elves.

“Scram!” Abel said.

“One day, I’ll come and try it out. The feeling of being cursed by the legendary King of Light,” the Black Elf Leader said as he gave Abel an evil look.

After saying this, he turned around and beckoned the other black elves to leave.

“Hiss!” A silver light pierced through the air and entered the back of the Black Elf Leader.

“Ah!” the Black Elf Leader cried out in surprise.

It was only a ball of light the size of a fingernail, but it burned a big hole in the Black Elf Leader’s back.

The black spiritual power in the black elf’s body kept surging out.

The Black Elf Leader stopped the other black elves from going forward to fight and he shot Abel a hateful look.

Abel looked at him and said in a relaxed manner, “From the looks of it, you shouldn’t even think about trying. Be careful not to fall into pieces. Take this strike as my return to you on Captain Devitt’s behalf.”

“Let’s go!”

The Black Elf Leader walked out of the military camp with the support of his two companions and disappeared from everyone’s sight.

The warriors put down their weapons and celebrated the victory of this war with the elven mages. Meanwhile, Claremont silently helped the trembling Abel back to his tent.

“Even the slightest bit of strength from the King of Light is not something our bodies can withstand.”

Abel sat down on his seat and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief.

The move he used on the Black Elf Leader just now had exhausted all the strength in his body.

Even now, his calves were cramping.

Claremont brought a basin of water and said to Abel, “Thanks to your presence, we were able to resolve this predicament. The Caradia soldiers owe the elves another favor.”

“We’re all in the same team. Naturally, we’ll attack when we can. There’s nothing to owe,” Abel shook his head and said. He used a wet towel to massage his calf.

When they were on the battlefield, Abel had told Claremont that he could not use light magic. He could only borrow a little bit of energy from the runes that sealed the power of the King of Light, he used it to pretend to be a light elf.

The other elves were the same. However, the power in their bodies was dispersed by Abel, so they did not feel any pain during the process of receiving it.

The two of them worked together to force the black elves out of their own territory and gave them a warning when they left.

“In this way, I reckon that the black elves won’t dare to come and find trouble with us in the future,” Abel said.

Claremont also nodded.

At this time, a soldier rushed into the tent and said to Claremont in surprise, “Captain Claremont, Herne, and the others are awake!”

“Awake?!” Claremont stood up and said in surprise.

Then, he said to Abel, “Captain Abel, I’ll go to the two soldiers to take a look first. You should rest well for now.”

“Okay,” Abel replied.

Claremont followed the reporting soldier to the tent where the two fainted soldiers were.

He walked to the bed of the soldiers who were still recuperating and said, “You two are finally awake.”

When Herne saw Claremont’s figure, he was so moved that he almost cried. He had just woken up not long ago and did not actually feel the fact that he had returned to the real world. After seeing Claremont rushing over, he finally realized his current situation.

“I also thought that we would never wake up again,” Herne said with a smile as he looked at his comrade who had just opened his eyes.

“Tell me what happened that night,” Claremont said.

Herne thought for a moment and explained in detail. That night, he and Wilkes stood guard at the entrance of the camp. They met Devitt, who had eaten something bad, left the camp to find a place to go to the toilet. Not long after Devitt walked out of the door, he noticed the rustling of leaves in the grass. He thought that it was Devitt who was walking over. However, he found that it was a dark-skinned foreign elf standing in front of them. Then, the two of them were attacked and fell unconscious.

“I see.” Claremont nodded and said, “It seems that the black elves are ready to attack.”

“After I fainted, I felt my soul leave my body. I was thinking that I might have been killed by the black elves, but I ended up in the hands of a black elf,” Herne continued.

“So, you all remember what happened on the battlefield?” Claremont asked in surprise.

“Battlefield? What battlefield?” Herne asked curiously. “After my soul fell into the hands of the black elves, I lost consciousness. I don’t know what happened next.”

“Okay.” Claremont ended his visit and told the two wounded, “Rest well.”

Walking out of the tent where the wounded were, Claremont immediately headed toward Devitt’s tent.

Although he had heard from the soldier that Devitt’s life was no longer in danger. However, recalling the scene of Devitt being assassinated, Claremont could not help but feel his heart clench.

Thinking of this, Claremont hurriedly quickened his pace.

When he walked into Devitt’s tent, the smell of blood and alcohol assailed him.

Claremont frowned.

It seemed that the soldiers in charge of medical treatment had not cleaned up the scene.

When he walked to the bed where Devitt usually rested, Claremont found that Abel was also there.

The pale-faced Devitt lay on the bed. His breathing was so shallow that it was almost imperceptible. His shirt had already been taken off. A thick bandage was tied around his abdomen.

“Still not awake?” Claremont asked softly.

“He lost too much blood. All the organs in his body are still recovering,” an elven soldier replied.

The elven soldier’s healing skills, coupled with the Caradia soldier’s on-the-spot medical skills, finally stabilized Devitt’s vital signs after a long period of work.

“If that’s the case, we shouldn’t be able to continue on our journey,” Abel sighed softly.

“Let’s see how our recovery will be tomorrow,” Claremont said after a moment of silence.

“I wonder if our group will be able to successfully reach the destination of the mission.” Abel looked up at the sky and said, “It seems that it is indeed difficult for us to move forward.”