"Rush!" Seeing the dwarves around him getting closer and closer, Able commanded the scout's soldiers.

The elven soldiers were hidden behind the Carradian soldiers, constantly exporting mana.

However, this group of dwarves is really strong, and the spells of the elven soldiers are all avoided by them one by one.

Observing the situation, Devit immediately ordered: "Soldiers of Calradia! Make a squad of three people. Break through the encirclement. ”

"Now we have to play." Levin said happily when he heard the order.

Jeb nodded and said, "It was all the elves who were in charge before, but this time it's our turn." ”

The two smiled at each other and brought in a soldier from the same squad. Surrounded by dwarf people, they stood back to back with each other and broke through.

Not only them, but all the Calradian soldiers showed their bloody nature on the battlefield. The sword in his hand slashed through the throats of every dwarf who stood in his way.

The leader of the dwarves who charged into battle screamed in his heart that something was wrong. The news I got before I came was that the main force of this group of scouts was elven soldiers, and as long as they concentrated their firepower, they could deal with them. The remaining Terran soldiers were not at all threatening.

Now it seems that the elven soldiers have stopped and stood by to watch. And the Terran soldiers, on the contrary, looked like they were in high spirits, and kept sprinting towards the encirclement of the dwarves.

More and more dwarves fell, although some of the Calradian soldiers were knocked down. But the morale of the two sides has completely changed.

"Withdraw! Evacuate! The dwarven leader shook his head at the remaining dwarven assassins.

The dwarf who received the order disappeared into the jungle in an instant.

All that was left in the field were the red-eyed Scouts and the Dwarven leader himself.

"Huh." Able sneered, "You called all your men away, did you want to leave yourself alone to fight us?" ”

"Of course not." The leader of the dwarves waved his hand and said, "I just wanted to leave you a word: 'Whoever walks in the sun will inevitably have dark skin, even if he does not intend to do so. 'Wait, we'll see you again.' ”

After saying this, the dwarven leader threw a smoke bomb from his hand. The location of the reconnaissance army was instantly surrounded by smoke.

Everyone hurriedly covered their mouths and noses. By the time the smoke cleared, the dwarven leader had disappeared in place.

Able looked into the jungle on either side of the road, but there was still no sign of him.

"It's a fast run." Cremont said as he coughed.

"Judging from the words left by the dwarves, we have indeed been counted as the camp on the surface." Devit lowered his head and said, "We must return to the Calradia Empire a little earlier now. Report the information obtained here to His Highness Kant. ”

"So, are we going to continue on this path?" Able said, looking at the intersection in the distance.

"Let's go," Crémont suggested, "go to the beach." If there were ships running, we could save most of the time. ”

"Hmm." Devitt affirmed.

"Captain DeWitt, Captain Cremont!" A Calradia soldier came up and reported: "Two people were killed and eight wounded in our camp. ”

"Bury the fallen soldiers here. Take the relics with you. DeWitt ordered: "Wounded soldiers are given to elven soldiers for treatment." Thirty minutes later, we'll be off!"

"Yes!" The soldier saluted.

Lying in the middle of the road were the corpses of a number of dwarven assassins. But no one came to collect their bodies.

DeWitt will sacrifice the weapons that the soldiers carried before their deaths, and break them in one fell swoop. The weapon was broken in two and placed in front of the soldier's grave.

"I hope you can have a happy and peaceful life in the next life." Devitt whispered a prayer and then said silently.

Cremont followed behind DeWitt and bowed before the graves of the two soldiers. He turned away with a sad face.

The soldiers stopped in place to reorganize, and the wounded soldiers were basically healed under the care of the elven soldiers.

The people continued down the road, ready to follow the route shown on the map to the sea.

However, it was midday. On their way they came across a real station.

The caravanserais was built on a roadside clearing, and at a glance, the stables where the horses were kept were neatly arranged. There is no end in sight. There are also a variety of types of horses. Even for someone like DeWitt who has some research on horses, there are some horses that he can't name.

Although it is called a post station, the signboard says "teahouse".

Able and the others stopped in front of the teahouse.

"It seems that the innkeeper's words are indeed true." Cremont said, looking at the door of the teahouse.

"Hmm." Devidt nodded, "You can collect so many horses of good quality. There is indeed a doorway. ”

"Let's go in and have a look." Abel always puts action first. After listening to the words of the two, he stepped forward and walked in.

"Anyone?" Able stepped over the threshold and shouted towards the teahouse.

"Yes." A man in a white robe lifted the curtain on the side of the ledger, stepped out, and answered.

Able looked him up and down and asked, "You're the only one in your shop?" What about the coachman? ”

"We only rent horses here, we don't hire labor." The man said lightly.

Able had a little doubt in his heart, but he still said, "There are more than forty of us here, and we need to go to the beach to take a boat. You don't have anyone to lead the way, how can we get there? ”

"Of course, the horses will take you." The man said solemnly.

"Don't tease me, you mean you know the way with this group of horses you raise?" Able waved his hand and questioned.

The man nodded.

Able frowned, and said suspiciously, "That's how you do this business?" ”

"The door of each stable is open, and whoever opens it leads it by himself. Everywhere it was a silver coin. The white-robed man turned his back and said, "When you arrive at your destination, just put the gratuity on the saddle." ”

With these words, the man disappeared behind the curtain again.

Able stood there and thought for a moment, then walked out of the shop. He relayed the rules he had heard to DeWitt and Cremont.

"I've seen this kind of businessman before." Cremont nodded, "Most of them have their own confidence to do this." ”

"Well, in that case. Let the soldiers choose their horses. Devit made a decision and said, "The canopy provided here can only seat four people. ”