"The spells cultivated by the black elves are too powerful. Supported by such forces: they are constantly invading other people's territories. In the end, when he provoked the anger of the public, he was besieged by several racial forces. Expelled from the entire continent. Abel introduced.

"Are the elven soldiers involved?" Cremont wondered.

"Yes. After the defeat of the Black Elves, they signed a non-aggression pact with our Elves. Abel replied.

"Is this treaty still useful?" Cremont hesitated.

"Although it is a treaty, its essence is actually a curse placed by His Royal Highness the Elf King of that session on the entire black elf clan." Able pondered for a moment before speaking, "I haven't seen what happens to the Black Elves who have actually violated the treaty, but the reputation of the Elven King of Tassel at the time was enough to terrify the Black Elf clan. So I don't think anyone would want to challenge the curse he put on him. ”

"His Royal Highness the Elven King of Tassel." Clemmont muttered the name in her mouth, thinking about it carefully.

A thunderbolt flashed through his heart: Tassel, a unicorn talent that the elves rarely encountered in a thousand years. It is said that it was born with a rare constitution that cultivates light magic. Its prestige is still a calling card for the elves to this day, and anyone should be afraid of it.

"Then why did the black elves attack us?" Cremont wondered.

"It is said that the true magic of the Black Elves has disappeared after the Great War. On this island, which accommodates nomads of all races, the Black Elves are not in a high position to occupy their own territory, and the wilderness of this plain is the only place where they are allowed to move. As a result, many homeless people who left the city suffered at their hands and were stripped of nothing. Abel relayed what he had heard: "I didn't expect them to hit our mind this time. ”

"Hurry up and carry the people back to the barracks. It is also useless to do artificial respiration. DeWitt rushed to the fainted soldier from the perimeter and commanded the people around him.

Hearing this, several soldiers in the same group as the fainted soldiers immediately came over and helped the two soldiers towards a tent.

"If we go head-to-head with the Black Elves, will we have the confidence to overcome?" Cremont asked one last question.

"Although I don't know what the combat power of the remaining black elves is. But I think no matter what: we won't lose to our opponents who use the next three indiscriminate attacks. Able replied with his usual bloodiness.

Clemmont understood what he meant, and nodded.

Seeing DeWitt standing on the sidelines, looking puzzled, Clemmont relayed what Abel had just explained to him.

Devitt listened to the whole story and said, "I don't know when the black elf will appear again." ”

"Arrange for the elven warriors to stand guard in shifts with the Kalradian warriors. Many of the warriors may not know how to deal with the Black Elves. Elven warriors might be able to give them a little bit of knowledge. Cremont suggested.

"Well, that's a good idea." Abel affirmed.

"So be it." Devit finalized the plan: the night shift would be changed from two to three, and the elven warriors would mix and match with the Calradian warriors to carry out the task of standing guard.

DeWitt calls this a 'contingency plan'. Until the scout army walks out of the plain, it will always maintain this state of alert.

Since the personnel of the third group are almost useless, the guards who stand guard tonight will be filled by the four groups, and the elven soldiers assigned to the four clans will also start their tasks immediately.

Everyone went back to their tents. But everyone was apprehensive in their hearts.

During the night, DeWitt and the other three got up from time to time to patrol around the camp. Although this may affect tomorrow's state, these three people are still at ease.

Perhaps noticing that the scout team had strengthened their defenses, etc., the black elves did not reappear.

Early the next morning, everyone packed their luggage, and when they lined up for a routine roll call, except for the two people who were attacked last night, all of them were there.

Until the time of departure, the two men who were attacked had not regained consciousness at all, as Abel said.

After some deliberation among the three leaders, they decided to continue the journey with the two men.

The process of moving forward on the plains was relatively smooth, and the soldiers became much faster after becoming familiar with the environment of the plains.

"I guess tomorrow afternoon, we'll be able to get out of the plains." DeWitt said as he looked at the map.

"After stepping out of the plains, you will face a valley with trolls." Cremont nodded and said.

"Trolls are really hard to deal with." Devitt shook his head and sighed.

Trolls have historically clashed with both humans and elves, but they are considered mortal enemies.

DeWitt and his party are about to face the jungle trolls of the troll clan.

Their temperament is not as violent and aggressive as that of the Sand Trolls.

However, there is still cannibal blood in its body, and it is unknown if DeWitt and his party will be threatened by them when they pass through their territory.

"Don't worry. Isn't the reason why trolls, humans, and elves have become mortal enemies because the two sides restrain each other in their ways of warfare? Just keep your distance from the trolls. You don't have to worry about getting hurt by them. Able reassured.

"I hope so." DeWitt said.

The Trolls are not only hostile to elves and humans. There is also a relationship of mutual hatred with the dwarves.

This must have something to do with the difference in the way the two races live.

About half of the information sent to Devitt was related to trolls: detailing their strengths and weaknesses.

According to this information, there are about 1,000 trolls gathered in the valley.

After learning about their strong health recovery ability, DeWitt had no way to imagine the scene of a fifty-man scout army facing off against a group of trolls.

The sun slowly sunk over the horizon, and after leaving the dwarven town, the next day's journey was over.

After the brigade camp was set up, the personnel in charge of logistics began to prepare dinner.

"This should be our last hot dinner before we leave the valley." DeWitt said.

Indeed, trolls are very sensitive to smells and so on, in order to avoid being discovered by trolls in their territory as much as possible. DeWitt prepared everyone to gnaw on dry food for the next few days.