"Who introduced you here?" The tall centaur soldier asked in a magnetic voice.

"We found it ourselves." DeWitt hesitated.

After hearing this answer, the centaur closed his eyes and said, "The market is closed. You shouldn't be here now. The tone was very arrogant, with a hint of threat.

DeWitt's mouth was half-open, not knowing what to do when it was good. A voice came from behind him.

"Dwarves, the dwarves introduced us. This map was also sold to us by the Dwarves. Cremont walked over to DeWitt's side and said to the centaur warrior.

The centaur warrior, who was about to turn away, stopped, picked up the map that Clemmont was holding in his hand with his handle, looked at it for a moment, and then asked, "What is the name of the person who introduced you?" ”

"Madolan." Cremont replied with a look of conviction.

Actually, it was just the name of one of the leaders he saw on the notice board in the guild hall.

But if he didn't answer the centaur warrior's question earnestly at this moment.

The Calradia soldiers behind them really had no way out.

When the centaur soldier heard the name, a hint of shock appeared in his eyes.

The other centaur warriors standing in the shelter also let out a suspicious "huh-" sound.

"It turned out to be a guest arranged by Lord Madolan, so come with me." The centaur soldier didn't go any further. Instead, he beckoned the Scout and his group to follow him.

DeWitt glanced at all the soldiers and told them to hurry up.

The leading centaur soldier galloped very fast across the grassland, and the scout team had to sprint to barely catch up.

"Is that really okay?" Able glanced at the rest of the centaur soldiers chasing after them and asked Cremont.

"Since you have chosen this path, you can only give it a go." Cremont replied.

The physical strength of the elves could not keep up with the galloping brigade, so they could only cast spells to make themselves fly in the sky.

"Yo-heh—" The centaurs at the back of the formation cheered.

On this island, it is rare to see elves.

After about ten minutes, the centaur soldier who led the team slowed down. Finally stopped in front of a small dirt slope.

The Calradian soldiers and elven soldiers followed suit.

"Here?" DeWitt asked.

"The entrance to the market." The centaur soldier turned back and replied, "But you have to keep all your weapons here before you can get in." ”

Hearing this, the Calradian soldiers looked at each other, and finally surrendered their eyes to the three leaders.

"Okay." DeWitt and Cremont nodded in agreement, removing the weapon from their waists.

Able stared into the eyes of the centaur soldiers: elves can't take off their spells.

After seeing the movements of the two captains, the Calradia soldiers also neatly threw their swords on the ground.

"That's it." The centaur soldier nodded at the scouts.

Then he walked up to the dirt slope and put his right front hoof forward to the tower.

"Boom!" The rock wall shook violently, and a secret door appeared in front of everyone.

"Is this a spell?" A Calradia soldier wondered.

"Please come in." When the dust settled, the centaur soldiers made a gesture of invitation to the scouts.

DeWitt showed his momentum, straightened up and stepped forward to open the door of the secret door.

Instead of the dark tunnels illuminated by open flames, colorful light spilled out of the tunnels. The whole road is set off in a dreamy way.

"It's so wide." DeWitt sighed as he walked through the door, surveyed the space around him, and sighed.

"If you want to go in, hurry up and move." The centaur warrior said.

At this time, DeWitt came out of the door and said to the scout soldiers waiting for him, "It's okay inside, let's go." ”

At this point, the soldiers of the reconnaissance team relented and cautiously stepped into the secret door.

"Ahh As the ranks of soldiers had almost entered the tunnel, a scream came from the end of the line.

"What's wrong?" The soldiers of Calradia, as well as the soldiers of the Elven Clan, recounted in a panic.

The corpse of a Calradian soldier with his upper and lower bodies separated collapsed in the doorway, and Cremont, who was in charge of the formation, stood in place with dilated pupils, blood splattered on his face with temperature.

The centaur soldier guarding the entrance to the dark passage walked over with a cold expression and lifted the coat of the fallen soldier with the hilt of his sword.

"Dang-" A dagger fell out.

"If you don't comply, you'll be punished like that." The centaur admonished. As he spoke, he raised his hoof in the air, ready to stomp on the corpse.

"Bang." Before the centaur soldier's feet hit the ground, the corpse of the Calradian soldier was teleported into the hands of the elven soldier.

Able stepped forward and said, "It's almost a punishment." ”

There was a deadly threat buried in his eyes.

"Okay." The centaur soldier said with a smile.

"Bump-" The secret door was closed by the centaur soldiers.

A voice outside the door said, "When your trade is over, someone will send you out." ”

"R&F Locke—" A soldier spoke in the silence.

"Dead." Abel said.

"I have to put him here. Let's move on. DeWitt said.

To be honest, what R&F Rock did did not give high marks in everyone's hearts.

What can you do with a dagger? If you really encounter a dangerous situation, I am afraid that you will not even be able to defend yourself.

When you come to someone else's territory, you have to obey other people's rules, and Florik almost killed them all.

It's really stupid and selfish.

It's just that because he is a comrade-in-arms who has been traveling for many days after all, DeWitt and the others have not revealed their inner emotions on the surface.

After receiving such an order from DeWitt, the soldiers of Calradia laid down R&F Locke's body against the wall.

After thirty seconds of silence in his honor, everyone continued to move towards the depths of the tunnel.

"Oops, oops. Where did you come from, you brought me a business. A short old man stood in front of everyone.

Clemmont raised his fist and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm an ordinary businessman, and it doesn't matter what my name is." The old man squinted and smiled, "This time the guest is a guest of the human race." Yo! And the elves! Rare, rare. ”

"We don't have much business to do with you!" Cremont snapped. In his opinion: this old man is definitely not a good person.