There was a deathly silence.

The prostrate soldier trembled and cried bitterly.

Cremont looked incredulously at the corpses of the two fallen soldiers: they had been troubled by the Treants since they had set out from the Elven Realm, and had been attacked by the Dark Elves Wanderers. There have been no casualties. Devitt had been so badly injured before, and he was saved when he walked to the Grim Reaper.

And just when no one was paying attention, the two soldiers died in an accident in this way.

In the face of the withering of life, Crémont took a deep breath, feeling that his heart had cooled down.

The Calradian soldiers and elven soldiers in the camp also gathered at the gate of the camp, and after understanding the current situation, their faces were all solemn.

"Soldiers are not allowed to leave the barracks without permission. This is the first day of the team, so I told you about it. DeWitt wiped away tears and gritted his teeth at the erring group of soldiers.

"We were wrong, Captain DeWitt." The soldiers all knelt on the ground and confessed to DeWitt.

"I'm not going to punish you for anything this time. Bury your comrades-in-arms. Tomorrow you remember to take their ashes and luggage with you. Either way, bring back what they left behind. If you apologize, let's save it until then. Devitt said coldly.

Able walked up to all the soldiers and said, "Please see where you are now, this world is cruel in the first place. Next time there are soldiers who make such mistakes, I hope you had better consciously take off your armor and leave this team. ”

Cremont's eyes condensed, and he glanced at the soldier who had confessed his mistake and left the spot.

After the three chiefs left, the soldiers crowded to the soldiers who had returned from the creek.

That night, the soldiers lit a fire near the barracks to cremate the two soldiers who died.

DeWitt and the others were not present. It wasn't until late at night that the funeral service ended.

Many soldiers shed tears of heartache.

Early the next morning, a team of forty-eight scouts set off early in an atmosphere of sadness.

The soldiers who were on the same team as the fallen soldiers had white scarves tied around their arms.

They moved forward wordlessly for an hour. The group finally reached the end of the transition zone.

You can get a general view of the valley.

A rushing river flows through the valley. Today the scouts will follow the direction of the river, through the valley.

The valley is verdant, and even in autumn, the plants along the roadside still flourish.

Everyone stopped, waiting for the leader to make the next arrangement.

"General Able, what's next?" The soldier walking behind Abel stepped forward and asked.

Abel often held a map in his hand, and after checking the surrounding terrain, he looked at the map and said, "Although we are walking in the direction of the stream, we should still go under the cover of the jungle, so that it is more hidden." ”

With that, Able commanded the group to walk towards the shady ground.

"Trolls are going to show up all of a sudden." One soldier worried.

"Normally, no. Most of the places they chose to live were hundreds of meters higher than where we are now. I just don't know how far their range of activities will extend during the day. In general, it is better to be vigilant. Able explained to the soldier as he surveyed the wind and grass around him.

"Okay then." The soldier nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and replied.

The soldiers who followed Able slowed their steps and marched cautiously through the mountains.

The air in the woods was still relatively good, and the Calradian soldiers stooped and sneaked until noon without anyone gasping for breath or anything, and the elves were even more comfortable when they arrived here, and they followed Abel comfortably.

Cremont walked at the end of the line and noticed that DeWitt next to him didn't look good.

Worriedly, he asked, "Captain DeWitt, are you not feeling well?"

"It's fine, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night." DeWitt shook his head and replied, still a little pale.

"Is it because of the two soldiers?" Cremont asked, narrowing his eyes.

“... Be. DeWitt smiled reluctantly and continued, "I wonder if I could do things a little more carefully. Curious to know why the creek went unattended. Maybe those two soldiers wouldn't have died. ”

"However, it is also possible that you will die in place of them." Cremont said calmly, "Isn't that the difference?" ”

"Is that so?" said DeWitt, who closed his eyes slightly.

"Life and death are not just up to us. I only learned this yesterday. Cremont sighed and said, "Captain DeWitt, I hope you can be a little less burdened." ”

DeWitt bit his lower lip and didn't respond.

"Looks like we really don't have to meet with the trolls today." One soldier said happily.

It's already afternoon, and everyone has reached the end of this mountain road.

"After the first part of the journey, we will be able to get out of the territory of the jungle trolls." Able said with joy.

"Great!" The soldiers cheered in low voices.

Everyone secretly cheered up and picked up the pace. Strive to get out of here in a faster time.

At this moment, two jungle trolls of about two hundred pounds were standing halfway up the mountain, watching them.

The skin of the jungle troll is purple, with tiny hairs growing on the surface of the skin.

These two are in good shape, with thin waists and broad shoulders, and the bulging muscles between the arms exude an eye-catching luster.

"Lord Woking, do you really want to let them go?" One of the trolls asked the other troll in front of him.

"Hmm. Are you interested in them? Woking raised his eyes and asked.

"No, no, I'll stay on this island for a long time. The habit of cannibalism has long been gone. The troll replied, "It's just that we've never..."

"I heard that this group of people is here to investigate the cause of the disappearance of the pygmy tribe who used to live near the volcano." Woke withdrew his gaze from the Scout's group, interrupted the other troll, and said, "Just borrowing the road." Even if it's to give me face, let them walk over. ”

"Yes." The troll replied respectfully, "These people should be glad they met your time to survey the island. ”

"Dulong, the affairs on this island have been entrusted to you all along, and it is really hard for you." Woking didn't discuss the Scout's group any further, patting the troll on the shoulder and comforting him.

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