Lord of the Oasis

Nearing evening, the group of Scouts walked out of the plains and stepped into the territory of the Snake-women.

Abel looked at the yellow soil and became worried.

The altitude here was much higher than the mountain where the Centaurs had been.

Everyone had felt the winter on the island earlier since they arrived.

Claremont kicked the cracked ground under his feet and said, “Is this where the Snake-women lives?”

“It’s similar to what the information states. We have to be careful from now on,” Devitt said from the side.

“According to the information, Snake-women would plant plague bombs near her territory. There’s no way to solve it,” Claremont added.

“Perhaps in the eyes of the Dwarf Clan, this defense is nothing,” Devitt speculated.

“But for us, it is a difficulty we cannot overcome.” Claremont sighed.

“Now we can only leave this problem to Abel, and let him judge the location of the Snake-women based on the terrain. As long as we go around them, the chances of us being infected by the poison gas would not be that high,” Devitt said nervously.

“Okay.” Claremont nodded.

“Everyone! Cover your mouth and nose and follow me slowly,” Abel turned around and ordered the soldiers.

The scouts all took out a piece of cloth from their bags with solemn expressions and covered the lower half of their faces.

“What happened to them?” In such a serious atmosphere, Gilbert pulled on Austin’s clothes and raised his head to ask.

His voice made the few soldiers standing in front of him look back.

Austin quickly gestured to Gilbert to keep quiet. He waited for the team captain to turn his head.

Austin bent over and whispered into Gilbert’s ear and said, “We’ve already entered the Snake-women territory. We have to be careful of hidden mines. Quickly cover your nose and mouth with a handkerchief.” Austin handed Gilbert his handkerchief.

Gilbert pushed away Austin’s hand that was in front of him and walked towards Abel’s position.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Austin stopped him with a voice that was forced out of his throat.

Gilbert pointed at Abel’s back and continued to walk forward.

Austin followed him anxiously. When he noticed Gilbert walking all the way to the front row, the captains in the front row had unpleasant expressions on their faces.

“I want to see this captain,” Gilbert said to the soldier who stopped him, pointing at Abel’s figure.

Abel turned to look at Gilbert after hearing the childish voice. He stopped and raised his eyebrows in confusion. “Why did you come to me and not stay by Austin’s side?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Austin rushed to the front and made an apologetic gesture to Abel. “I’ll take him away immediately.”

“I can lead the way for you.” Gilbert was naturally held by Austin’s wrist, but he had no intention of moving, sounding very firm in front of Abel.

Devitt and Claremont, who noticed that the team had stopped, also rushed over from the back of the team and heard what Gilbert said.

“Huh?” Abel was surprised. “You’re willing to help us?”

“Only to help him.” Guibert raised his arm, which was held by Austin, and explained, “But you have to agree to one condition of mine.”

“What?” Abel asked.

“After you reach the volcano, you can’t step into the Gnome’s territory,” Gilbert said word by word.

Devitt and Claremont, who were standing silently at the side, looked at each other when they heard that. This goblin child was still guarding against them.

After hearing that, Abel looked at Guilbert from head to toe. Gilbert had taken the initiative to suggest letting him lead the way, which reminded Abel that the goblins did indeed have such abilities.

Abel thought for a moment and replied, “Okay. I promise you.”

“You too.” Gilbert turned to look at Devitt and Claremont.

“Mm.” Devitt nodded as a representation of agreement.

This statement made Gilbert feel a little more at ease. Although he did not know what the intentions of this group of people were, but in order for the Gnomes to not be involved, he had to use his abilities in exchange.

Whether it was for prosperity or decline, he was still the crown prince of the goblins.

The sense of responsibility for the safety of the tribe had always flowed in the blood of the royal family.

With this thought, Gilbert lowered his head and looked at the prisoner bird tattoo on his left chest.

“You go ahead,” Abel gave up his position and said to Gilbert.

Austin was stunned when Gilbert raised his hand. He watched Gilbert walk forward and followed him closely. However, he was stopped by Claremont. “Ask the captain of your team to keep an eye on him.”

Austin and Claremont looked at each other and nodded. After asking the captain of the team to keep an eye on him, Austin walked back to his original position.

Gilbert looked back towards Austin’s back and then looked forward. He said to Abel, who was standing on his left hand, “My instructions might be a little fast. You would have to catch up.”

“Okay,” Abel replied.

Everyone quieted down and waited for Gilbert’s next move.

Gilbert squatted down and picked up a pile of yellow soil with his hand. He held it in front of his eyes, blew it away with his breath, and rushed out before the yellow sand landed on the ground.

Abel also immediately moved to follow behind him.

Although the soldiers were somewhat baffled by this sudden start. However, their daily training was not in vain. It did not take long for the Caradia soldier to organize the team and follow the two leaders by running.

The Elves stood at the end of the team, moving forward confidently.

Gilbert walked quickly on the plateau, with the wind blowing past his ears. He was currently using his spiritual power to survey the surrounding underground environment. While using his spiritual power, his pupils also became redder.

Under such special circumstances, the soldiers of the reconnaissance team ended the last part of their march today.

After sunset, Abel quickly called out to Gilbert, who was still running forward.

The soldiers also stopped after the long run.

“I didn’t expect this little guy to run so fast.” One of the soldiers panted.

“Are you kidding me? He’s a gnome. I think he can run faster than this.” Another soldier patted the soldier’s back to help him catch his breath. With a relaxed smile, he said, “I think today’s situation is quite interesting. It’s usually too slow.”