Lord of the Oasis

"Who introduced you?" the tall Centaur soldier asked with 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 should not be here now." The tone was very arrogant, with a hint of threat.

DeWitt opened his mouth halfway, not knowing how to be a good time. A voice came from behind.

"Dwarves, the Dwarves introduced us. This map is also sold to us by the Dwarves." Cremont walked to DeWitt's side and kept the Centaur warrior.

The Centaur warrior, who was about to turn away, stopped and picked up the map in the hands of Cremont with his handle, holding it for a while, and then asked, "What is the name of the person who introduced you?"

"Madora." Cremont replied confidently.

In fact, this is just the name of a person in charge that he saw on the notice board in the guild hall.

But if at this moment he does not sincerely answer the questions of the Centaur Warrior.

The Caladian soldiers behind him really did not retreat.

When the Centaur soldier heard the name, there was a shock in his eyes.

The other Centaur fighters standing in a hidden place also made a "huh-" suspense.

"It turned out to be a guest arranged by Master Madoran. Come with me." The Centaur soldier did not continue to question. Instead, he greeted the scouts and his party behind him.

DeWitt made a wink to all the soldiers and made everyone hurry up.

The leading Centaur soldiers ran on the grassland very quickly, and all members of the reconnaissance team had to sprint to barely catch up.

"Is it really okay?" Able glanced at the remaining Centaur soldiers who were chasing behind them, and asked Cremont.

"Now that you have chosen this path, you can only let it go." Cremont replied.

The elves can't keep up with the galloping team, they can only cast spells to fly in the sky.

"Yo---" the centaurs at the end of the formation shouted for a while.

On this island, the presence of elves is rare.

After about ten minutes, the leader's Centaur soldiers slowed down. Finally stopped in front of a small soil slope.

The soldiers of Kaladea and the elven soldiers also stood in front of the earth slope.

"This is?" DeWitt asked.

"The entrance to the bazaar." The Centaur soldier turned back and answered: "But you have to put all your weapons here before you can enter."

Hearing these words, the Kaladiya 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 his waist.

Able stared at the eyes of the centaur soldiers: the spells that the elves were good at couldn't be removed.

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

"Okay." Centaur soldiers nodded at the scouts.

Immediately after walking to Tupo, he moved his right front hoof forward one tower.

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

"Is this a spell?" a Caladian soldier wondered.

"Please come in." After the dust had settled, the Centaur soldiers gestured to the scouts for a gesture of invitation.

DeWitt took his own momentum and stood up and opened the door of the secret door.

Different from the imaginary dark tunnel shining with an open fire, colorful light overflows from the passage. The whole road is set against a dream.

"It's so wide." DeWitt walked into the door and sighed after looking at the surrounding space.

"If you want to go in, hurry up." Centaur warrior said.

At this time, DeWitt came out of the door and said to the reconnaissance soldiers waiting for him: "There is no problem inside, let's go."

At this point, the soldiers of the reconnaissance team relaxed and stepped carefully into the secret door.

"Ah!" A scream came from the end of the queue when the soldiers had almost entered the underpass.

"What's the matter?" Caladia soldiers and elven soldiers looked back in a panic.

The body of a Caladian soldier separated from his upper body fell to the door, and Cremont, who was responsible for the pressure, stood on the spot with dilated pupils, and blood with temperature splashed on his face.

The centaur soldiers who stood at the door of the underpass walked indifferently, and opened the coat of the fallen soldier with the knife handle.

"Dang---" A dagger fell out.

"If you don't follow the rules, you will be punished like this." Centaur warned. As he said, he raised his hooves high, ready to stamp a foot on the body.

"Boom." Before the feet of the centaur soldiers landed, the body of the Caladian soldiers was teleported into the hands of the elven soldiers.

Able came forward and said, "The penalty is almost the same~ www.readwn.com~ There is a deadly threat in his eyes.

"Alright." Centaur soldier said with a smile.

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

A voice from outside the door said: "When your transaction is over, someone will send you out."

"Fullock locked him..." A soldier said in silence.

"Dead," Able said.

"You can only put him here. We continue to move forward." DeWitt said.

To be honest, R&F Lock's actions are not highly rated in everyone's mind.

What can I do with a dagger? If a dangerous situation is really encountered, I am afraid that even self-defense cannot be achieved.

When they came to other people's territory, they had to obey other people's rules, and Floric almost killed everyone.

It is really stupid and selfish.

It's just that, after all, he is a comrade-in-arms who has traveled with him for many days.

After receiving such an order from DeWitt, Caladea's soldiers placed Fullock's body against the wall.

After thirty seconds of silence in silence for him, everyone continued to move towards the depths of the underworld.

"Oh, oops. The nobles who came here brought me a business to do." A small old man stood in front of everyone.

Cremont raised the forbidden, raised his fist, and asked him: "Who are you?"

"I'm an ordinary businessman, and the name doesn't matter." The old man squinted and smiled, "The guests this time are the guests of the human race. Yo! And the elves! The thin customers, the thin customers."

"We don't have any business with you!" Cremonte snapped. In his view: this old man is definitely not a good person.

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