The next morning, the soldiers of the reconnaissance team got up early, washed and tidied up, and gathered in the lobby of the hotel.

"Captain DeWitt." Cremont directed everyone to get breakfast, and went up to the second floor himself, and knocked on the door of DeWitt's room.

"Click." DeWitt opened the door.

"Captain DeWitt, has there been news from the Dwarven Guild?" Cremont stepped through the door, looked at the round table in the room, and asked curiously.

"Yes. It was delivered at dawn this morning. The waiter downstairs received it and delivered it directly to my room. Devitt rubbed his eyes and said.

Devitt must have been one of the first scouts to wake up this morning, and after being woken up by the waiter's knock on the door, he has been focusing on reading the materials until now.

"Captain, you've read all of them." Cremont picked up a stack of materials and flipped through a few pages. He asked DeWitt, who was wiping his face with a wet towel.

"Hmm. I'm almost done. Take these materials and put them with you. If you have time, you can also take a look. Devitt wrung out the towel and suggested to Cremont, "The dwarven hunters are so detailed. Unfortunately, we only have information about trolls, snake women, and dragons. ”

"Okay." Cremont nodded, stacked the paper on the table, and held it in his arms, "If it can help our mission, it will be enough." ”

"Hmm." DeWitt said reassuringly, "The information provided by the dwarves should have this weight. ”

"The warriors are in the cafeteria now, let's go over and join them." Cremont nodded and said.

"Hmm." DeWitt responded.

After tidying up, the two walked out of the room and went to the dining room to have breakfast with the other soldiers.

"I'm leaving the dwarven town today." One soldier tore off a piece of soft bread and said gloomily to the soldier at the table.

"We're here on a mission, not here to play. How long do you want to stay here? A soldier next to him picked up a piece of bacon with a fork and put it in his mouth, and said to the soldier just now.

"Captain Abel, where are we going when we get out of town?" At another table, a soldier sitting next to Able asked.

"The plain where the dwarven town is located is huge. I guess we'll need to walk for three or four days to get out of here. Abel replied.

"And will we meet a difficult character like the Treant next?" Another soldier asked anxiously.

"Probably not in the short term. After all, most of the forces located on this plain have a cooperative relationship with the dwarf race. Although we seem to be a little more faced, being able to enter and exit the dwarven town freely is also recognized by the forces of the plains. The other races should not come to us for trouble, as long as they avoid their territory and move forward. Abel thought for a moment and then elaborated.

Breakfast was over in half an hour. Everyone packed up and began to set off towards the city gate in a group.

In the team of 50 people, Able was at the front of the team as the leader, while DeWitt and Cremont were at the end of the line and were responsible for pressing the line. Dozens of people moved in groups, and walking on the street was also eye-catching.

But most passers-by don't pay their attention to them, and living in such a complex town, such an ordinary movement is not enough to provoke onlookers.

The dwarven soldiers at the gates were also loosely examined, after carefully comparing their faces with the tattered portraits of wanted criminals attached to the walls. He waved his hand and let them go.

After moving away from the bustling town, the scene in front of the scout team turned into a grassy plain.

It seemed to have rained yesterday evening, and the knee-high weeds were drenched, and the ground beneath the boots was softening.

The soldiers, led by Able, moved slowly as they swept away the weeds.

Until noon, the sun shone condescendingly on the land.

After the rain among the grass absorbed the sunlight, the steaming heat blurred the vision of the soldiers, which was really uncomfortable.

However, this effect is limited to human soldiers.

The warriors of the elven race are completely unaffected by such natural forces because of their own elemental physique. Compared to the Calradia soldiers, the steps were much lighter.

General Able, judging by the map and the position of the sun, did not notice the condition of the soldiers behind him, until DeWitt stepped forward and proposed to rest for ten minutes, and Abel looked at the ugly faces of the Kalradian warriors and suddenly remembered.

On his way back on, Able offered to have the elven soldiers swap places with the Calradian soldiers. Let the Elven Soldier follow him in front and the Calradian Soldier follow behind the Elven Soldier.

The crowd looked confused, but they still formed their own line as Abel had said.

When they set off again, the Calradian soldiers immediately noticed where the elven soldiers had gone: the moisture had completely disappeared. The quality of the air also becomes dry.

There was a loud noise among the Calradia soldiers.

Cremont stepped forward and asked, "What are you talking about?" ”

"It's weird, follow the elven soldiers. I felt like all the moisture that was attached to me was gone. The whole person has become much more refreshed. One soldier replied back.

DeWitt and Cremont had always been at the end of the line, having never experienced the situation of a Carradia soldier. Now after a reminder from the soldiers, I found that the physical strength of the soldiers before was indeed consumed quickly.

"Is it because they're casting some spell?" A soldier was still surprised by the current situation.

"No, I think it's a physical problem." Another soldier replied, "Aren't the elves the most connected to nature?" Where they are, the surrounding natural elements will be balanced. ”

After listening to such a conversation, DeWitt walked to Abel in the front row and asked, "General Abel , the reason for your transfer just now?" ”

"The Calradia soldiers are very physical, but they still don't have a lot of adaptation to this environment. In order not to use extra energy, I thought that I might be able to help a little with the strengths of the elves. Hearing DeWitt's question, Able glanced back at the ranks of the Galadia soldiers and replied sincerely.