Early in the morning, DeWitt and they led the team to set off.

Now this is the time of year when the river is rushing and it is not easy to wade through it.

Everyone tied ropes around each other's waists and walked slowly through the river with their shoulders in front and back.

The width of the river is about 50 meters, and the soldiers stop and go in order to maintain their balance. It took almost an hour to get ashore. During this period, it also took a lot of physical strength.

There was no time to change clothes, so Abel instructed everyone to continue walking.

In order to reach the centaur colony within the expected time, every second must now be counted.

DeWitt and Abel walked side by side at the front, in order to plan a new route accurately: each with a map.

"At this rate of progress, you have to walk in the valley for three or four days before you can get out." Abel said, staring at the map.

"It took a lot of effort to cross the river today, and the progress of the soldiers was slow. You'll have to speed up your journey in the next few days. DeWitt analyzed.

"Hmm." Able replied with a nod.

By the end of the evening, when the day's trip was coming to an end, the Scout had climbed another mountain. The rushing river was left far behind, and there was no trace of it in sight.

"Camp and rest." Abel ordered.

The soldiers also breathed a sigh of relief, their clothes soaked by the river had been unconsciously dried during the march. After a long day of trekking without stopping, it is the greatest happiness to be able to sit down and rest now.

"You, you, you, follow me out." Cremont commanded as he walked over to a few soldiers crouching on the ground.

"Captain Cremont?" The soldiers immediately stood up and lined up. A soldier asked hesitantly as he looked at Cremont, who turned his back and walked towards the barracks gate.

"Grab your weapons, and we'll go hunting now." Cremont said.

"Yes." The three soldiers put their weapons back on their waists and walked out after Cremont.

"Cremont took someone out?" DeWitt set up a tent with the soldiers, caught a glimpse of the back of Cremont and his group leaving, and spoke.

"Yes, the scout team will send people out to hunt every day in the future." Able responded.

"Why did you only bring three people?" DeWitt looked a little worried.

"This is Beamon's situation, I guess Captain Cremont doesn't want to make too much noise and be discovered." Able speculated, "There is no way that the beast of the mountain can hurt them." ”

"Hmm." Devitt nodded.

Before Clemmont and the others could bring back the results of the battle, Abel beckoned the logistics soldiers of Calradia to prepare the fire. They look very confident in Cremont.

In a few moments, the four Cremonts appeared at the gate of the barracks.

Several soldiers patrolling the camp hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the prey that the four had brought in.

"Wow, there are deer in this mountain! You can eat venison tonight! One soldier exclaimed excitedly.

"How?" When the soldiers dispersed, Able stepped forward and asked Cremont.

"It's okay." A hint of tiredness welled up in Cremont's eyes: "We didn't get far. ”

"Let's go change our clothes and get some rest." Able wanted to ask a little more about the terrain of the mountains, but seeing that Cremont was too tired, he instructed him, "Aren't you going to be on duty tonight?" ”

"For dinner, I drink a bowl of porridge. Could you please help me talk to the back kitchen. Cremont exhaled.

"Okay." Abel replied.

Cremont nodded, and turned to walk toward his tent.

When he returned to the tent, he immediately walked to the bed, took off his coat, and wiped his face casually with a towel soaked in water. Lay down on the mattress that had been made.

Maybe it's because the hard work of the whole day today has exhausted all my strength. I didn't even have the power to dream.

Cremont slept soundly into the night.

When I woke up, there was a bowl of white porridge on the desk in front of the couch.

After this simple dinner, Clairemont dressed and walked out of the tent to take up his shifts with Able.

"I see you're in better spirits." Able handed the talisman to Cremont and said.

"My constitution is like this, I have strength after a good night's sleep." Cremont said with a smile.

"I see." Able nodded, "Is there any special episode going out today?" ”

"Nope." Clemmont thought for a moment and replied, "The places we pass through are quiet, and it feels like there are no other nomads passing by. ”

"Didn't the map say that Beamon was around here?" Able said suspiciously.

"Even if there is Beamon, then we are not his target." Cremont thought of Beamon's appearance in the history books, shook his head and said to Able.

"Have you seen Beamon before?" Abel knew almost nothing about Beamon, other than the name and portrait given on the map. After listening to Clemmont's evaluation, he couldn't help but ask.

"No, but I've heard their legends." "I've heard that Beamon is so big that he can eat thousands of mountains in a single meal, and time can become disordered because of what they do. When God created the world, he created only one Beamon. ”

"This amazing creature would live on this island." Able was dumbfounded.

"Actually, to be honest, I don't believe much either." Cremont thought.

"The realm of this group of mountains and jadeites has not been occupied by any race. It seems that everyone is very jealous of Beamon's existence. Abel said.

"Hmm."

Abel and Cremont didn't have long to talk before going back to rest.

Clemmont and his soldiers patrolled the camp and beyond, and it was not until four o'clock in the morning that he returned to the tent and sat down to rest.

In two hours, the soldiers will be up to bed.

Cremont didn't want to sleep at all, maybe it was the rest of yesterday that made up all his sleep all day.

Crouched down in front of the desk, looking at the map in his hand.

Counting the time from the Elven Country, or from Dehrim, to the elf.

At five o'clock in the morning, the rain in the valley hit the top of the tents, 'crackling'.

Like a hypnotic clock, Cremont felt a wave of tiredness welling up in her.

In another hour, their army will begin a new day's trek from the rain of the autumn valley.