It wasn't until the sun rose the next day that Devitt couldn't wake up from the traumatic coma.

The Scout and his party decided to stay where they were for the night to wait for DeWitt's recovery.

Cremont and his men undergo regular military physical training in the wilderness of the plains.

Camping outside the camp, there is no training equipment and facilities as in the barracks, etc.

However, everyone still completed their one-day training seriously.

Yesterday's offensive by the Black Elves made everyone regain their high standards.

If you want to continue on the road to the volcano and walk with peace of mind, you have to improve your strength.

And the elven side also had the same idea, and got together to practice their own spells.

During the free time of training, a number of soldiers approached Crémont and asked what kind of race the valley trolls were like outside the plains.

Clemmont answered the soldiers' questions one by one, telling them all about the trolls' habits.

"Trolls have a relatively small attack. But you should not be taken lightly. Cremont said.

"What kind of weapons did they use to attack others?" A soldier raised his hand and asked.

"Usually with their homemade club-like weapons, or their sharp fangs." Cremont replied.

"It's a good fit for an opponent who's just as good at melee combat as we are." A Calradia soldier commented.

"Well, but you can't be consumed by them in melee combat. Trolls, no matter what kind of trolls they are, their physical strength is amazing. And the ability to recover life is extremely strong, if you want to talk about resistance to pressure, in my cognition, there should be no race that can be compared. So when you are confronted with them, you must be extremely careful and keep your distance so as not to be counter-killed. Cremont carefully admonished.

"It's really amazing!" A Calradian soldier nodded, "The previous two battles were settled by the elves, as if we didn't play a role. This time, we must show our strengths to the elven mages. ”

"War is not a good strategy, and it is better to avoid it than to avoid it. Let's not forget what the mission of our trip is. Crémont commanded solemnly.

The training ground is still a bit far from where everyone is camping.

So no one wanted to go back. It was only after the training was over that the scout fighters returned to the barracks before the sun went down.

As Cremont stepped into the barracks, an elven soldier stepped forward and reported, "Captain Cremont, Captain Devitt is awake. ”

The soldiers behind Cremont were agitated.

"Captain Cremont, we also want to visit Captain DeWitt." A soldier standing next to Cremont spoke.

The other soldiers nodded their heads and echoed his request.

"Minister DeWitt has just woken up, and so many of you are there that might disturb his rest. Let's wait for Captain Devit to recover better, and let him come to see you in person. Clemmont thought for a moment, shook his head, and vetoed.

The soldiers lowered their heads when they heard Cremont's words, and their emotions also fell.

"Don't worry, do what you have to do. This dissolves today's collection. Cremont commanded.

After saying that, he followed the elven soldiers to the tent where DeWitt was.

Not surprisingly, Abel who had been in the barracks arrived at DeWitt one step ahead of him.

After greeting Able, Cremont leaned over to check on DeWitt.

Devitt had just woken up from a coma, and his eyes were slightly hazy.

"Ahem." After seeing the two people standing in front of him, DeWitt opened his mouth to say something, but the words turned into coughs when they came to his lips.

A trail of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Cremont's reassuring eyes instantly turned to horror.

Able was also worried: "You are too badly injured, don't think about talking as soon as you wake up." ”

The soldier in charge of the medical treatment was shocked, walked over to DeWitt's pillow, and used healing techniques to calm DeWitt's discomfort.

After his breathing had stabilized, DeWitt opened his eyes again and looked gently at the two of them with worried faces.

"The Black Elves have been driven away by us, you don't have to worry." Cremont spoke first.

DeWitt didn't seem surprised, and nodded at Cremont.

"The army will camp and settle down on the plains for the time being, and when your wounds are almost healed, we will set off again." Abel said.

DeWitt frowned when he heard Able's plan: he didn't seem to want to let his own trauma slow down the progress of the whole team.

"It's also for the sake of the whole team, so don't be tough." Cremont shook his head and said to De Witt, "You are the leader of this team, if you don't look healthy and strong, how can you get the soldiers to follow you with trust." ”

DeWitt listened to Cremont's explanation, thought for a while, and finally nodded in compromise.

Seeing that DeWitt had agreed, Cremont didn't say anything more. He asked the elven soldier beside him, "Captain DeWitt, how is his health now?" ”

"The momentum of recovery is very strong, and it is estimated that with someone to take care of it, it will be cured very quickly." The elven soldier replied.

"Hmm." Clemmont nodded, turned to DeWitt and said, "I hear you, it won't be long." Now it's important to take care of your own body. ”

DeWitt nodded in promise.

After asking DeWitt about his body's feelings, Clemmont and Able quit.

The soldiers outside the camp had already had a lively dinner.

After instructing the soldier in charge of the kitchen to bring DeWitt some light liquid food, Clemmont joined the soldiers.

Able walked up to him, and the two chatted over porridge.

"It's really hateful for the black elves to do it." Cremont sighed.

"They already live on the dark side of this world, and they probably don't care about the severity of their own attacks." Abel replied.

"Is that so? Looking back now, I realize that there is a sentence that they have a point. Cremont's eyes wandered.

"What?"

"Of the weapons that defeat humanity, the most effective is the human beings themselves." Cremont whispered.

Able sensed Cremont's melancholy and stopped carrying the vegetables. Ask Cremont, "Did that day's attack remind you of anything?" ”

That day on the battlefield was the first time Able had seen Cremont's pain.