Chapter 717 - They Were Lucky Enough to Pass By the Trolls

Chapter 717: They Were Lucky Enough to Pass By the Trolls

The scene fell into a deathly silence.

The soldiers on the ground trembled and cried out in pain.

Claremont looked in disbelief at the corpses of the two soldiers who had fallen to the ground. After they had set off from the Elf Kingdom, they had been troubled by the ent, and they had also been attacked by the black elf vagabonds. However, there had never been any cases of casualties. Devitt had been severely injured before, and he had been saved from the grasp of the Grim Reaper.

And without anyone noticing, the two soldiers had died in an ordinary accident.

In front of the withering of life, Claremont took a deep breath, feeling as if his heart had been chilled to the bottom of his heart.

In the camp, the Caradia soldiers and the elven soldiers had also gathered at the entrance of the camp. After understanding the current situation, their faces were all solemn.

“Soldiers can not leave the camp without permission. This is the first day of the formation of the team, I told you, right?” Devitt wiped away his tears and gnashed his teeth at the soldiers who had made mistakes.

“We were wrong, Captain Devitt.” The soldiers knelt on the ground and confessed to Devitt.

“I won’t punish you this time. Bury your comrades properly. Remember to bring their ashes and luggage with you tomorrow. No matter what, you must bring the things they left back to Drondheim. Leave your apologies until then,” Devitt said coldly.

Abel walked in front of all the soldiers, he said, “Please take a good look at your current position. This world has always been cruel. Next time if there are soldiers who made such mistakes, I hope you can take off your armor and leave this team.”

Claremont’s eyes turned cold. He glanced at the soldiers who had admitted their mistakes and left.

After the three leaders left, the soldiers swarmed to the soldiers who had returned from the stream.

That night, the soldiers lit a fire near the military camp and cremated the two soldiers who had passed away.

Devitt and the others did not arrive. The funeral ceremony only ended late at night.

Many soldiers shed tears of heartache.

Early the next morning, the forty-eight scouts set off early in a sorrowful atmosphere.

The soldiers who were with the sacrificed soldiers had white scarves tied around their arms.

They looked at each other and silently advanced for an hour. The group finally reached the end of the transition zone.

They could roughly see the scenery of the valley.

A rapid river flowed through the valley. Today, the scouts would follow the direction of the river and pass through the valley.

The valley was green. Even in autumn, the plants by the roadside still grew and flourished.

The group stopped and waited for the leader to take the next step.

“General Abel, what’s the next step?” The soldier behind Abel stepped forward and asked.

Abel often held a map in his hand. After checking the surrounding terrain, he looked at the map and said, “Although we are walking by the stream, we should still move forward under the cover of the forest. It will be more concealed.”

After saying this, Abel commanded everyone to move towards the area covered by the forest.

“Will the trolls suddenly appear?” a soldier asked worriedly.

“Usually, they won’t. The places they choose to live in are mostly a few hundred meters higher than where we are now. It’s just that we don’t know how far their range of activity will expand during the day. Generally speaking, it’s better to be more vigilant,” Abel explained to the soldier as he observed the wind and grass around him.

“Alright then,” the soldier nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and replied.

All the soldiers behind Abel slowed down their footsteps and carefully advanced through the mountain ridges.

The air in the forest was still rather good. The Caradia soldiers stooped down and sneaked into the forest until noon, but no one breathed heavily or anything. The elves were even more at ease when they arrived at this place, following Abel in a carefree manner.

Walking at the end of the line, Claremont noticed that Devitt’s expression was not good.

He asked worriedly, “Captain Devitt, are you not feeling well?”

“I’m fine. I just didn’t sleep well last night,” Devitt shook his head and replied. His face was still a little pale.

“Is it because of the two soldiers?” Claremont lowered his eyes and asked.

“… Yes.” Devitt forced a smile and continued, “I was thinking that if I handled things more carefully and be more curious in wanting to know the reason why no one was interested in that stream, maybe the two soldiers wouldn’t die.”

“But, that situation might also change and you would have died in their place.” Claremont said calmly, “I don’t think there’s any difference?”

“Is that so…” Devitt closed his eyes slightly and sighed.

“Life and death are not decided by us. I only understood this yesterday.” Claremont sighed and said, “Captain Devitt, I hope you can reduce your burden.”

Devitt bit his lower lip and didn’t respond.

“It seems that we really don’t have to meet the trolls today,” a soldier said happily.

It was already afternoon. Everyone was already looking at the end of the mountain road.

“After walking the first part of the road, we will be able to walk out of the jungle trolls’ territory,” Abel also said happily.

“That’s great!” the soldiers cheered in a low voice.

Everyone secretly encouraged themselves and sped up. They wanted to walk out of this place as soon as possible.

At this moment, two 200-pound jungle trolls were standing halfway up the mountain and looking at them.

The skin of the jungle trolls was purple, and there were tiny hairs on the surface of their skin.

These two had decent figures. Their waists were thin and their shoulders were wide. The bulging muscles between their arms emitted a dazzling luster.

“Lord Woking, are we really going to let them go?” a troll asked the other troll in front of him.

“Mm. Could it be that you’re interested in them?” Woking raised his eyes and asked.

“No, no. I’ve been waiting on this island for a long time. I’ve long lost the habit of cannibalism,” the troll replied. “It’s just that we’ve never…”

“I heard that this group of people is here to investigate the reason why the Dwarfs who used to live near the volcano disappeared.” Woking retracted his gaze from the scouts and interrupted the other troll, he said, “They’re just passing by. On my account, let them walk over.”

“Yes,” the troll replied respectfully. “This group of people should be glad that they met the Lord when you were on the island to investigate.”

“Dollond, the matters on this island have always been left to you to handle. It’s been hard on you.” Woking did not continue to discuss the matter of the scouts. He patted the troll’s shoulder and consoled him.