Lord of the Oasis Chapter 714 – A Day of Rest

Chapter 714: A Day of Rest

When the sun rose the next day, Devitt was still unable to wake up from his injury.

The scouts decided to stay overnight and wait for Devitt’s recovery.

Claremont led his soldiers to carry out regular military physical training in the wilderness of the plains.

Camping outside was not as complete as the training equipment and facilities in the military camp.

However, everyone completed their daily training seriously.

The attack of the black elves yesterday made everyone return to their high standards.

If they wanted to continue on the road to the volcano, they would have to increase their strength.

The elves also had the same idea and gathered together to practice their spells.

During the free time of training, many soldiers came to Claremont’s side and asked, “What kind of race are the valley trolls outside the Plains?”

Claremont answered the soldiers’ questions one by one and told them all about the habits of the trolls.

“The trolls’ attack power is relatively small. But you can’t underestimate them,” Claremont introduced.

“What weapons do they use to attack others?” a soldier raised his hand and asked.

“They usually use their homemade cudgel-type weapons, or their sharp fangs,” Claremont replied.

“So they are suitable for opponents like us who are good at close combat,” a Caradia soldier commented.

“Yes, but you can not be exhausted by them in close combat. Trolls, no matter what kind of trolls they are, have astonishing stamina. Moreover, their life force recovery ability is extremely strong. In my knowledge, there shouldn’t be any race that can be compared to them in terms of resisting pressure. Therefore, when fighting against them, you must be extremely careful and keep a distance so that you don’t get killed,” Claremont carefully exhorted.

“They are indeed very powerful!”

A Caradia soldier nodded and said, “The previous two battles were settled by the elves as if we didn’t have any effect. This time, we must show our strengths to the elven mages.”

“War is the last resort. It’s better to avoid it. Don’t forget what our mission is,” Claremont instructed seriously.

The training ground was still a little far from where everyone was camping.

Thus, no one wanted to go back. After the training ended, the scouts returned to the barracks before the sunset.

When Claremont stepped into the barracks, an elven soldier came forward and reported, “Captain Claremont, Captain Devitt is awake.”

The soldiers behind Claremont were restless.

“Captain Claremont, we also want to visit Captain Devitt,” a soldier standing beside Claremont said.

The other soldiers also nodded and echoed his request.

“Captain Devitt has just woken up. If so many of you go, you might disturb his rest. Let Captain Devitt come to see you in person when he recovers a little better,” Claremont thought for a moment, then shook his head and denied.

Hearing Claremont’s words, the soldiers lowered their heads one after another, and their mood also dropped.

“Don’t worry, do what you have to do. Today’s gathering is disbanded,” Claremont instructed.

With that, he followed the elven soldiers to the tent where Devitt was.

As expected, Abel, who was originally in the military camp, arrived before Devitt one step ahead of him.

After greeting Abel, Claremont leaned over to check on Devitt’s condition.

Devitt had just woken up from his coma, and his eyes were a little hazy.

“Cough, cough.” After seeing the two people standing in front of his bed, Devitt opened his mouth to say something, but the words on his lips turned into a cough.

A trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Claremont’s originally calm gaze instantly turned into fear.

Abel also said worriedly, “Your injuries are too serious. Don’t even think about talking when you just woke up.”

The soldier in charge of medical treatment turned pale with fright. He walked over to Devitt’s pillow and used a healing spell to calm the discomfort in Devitt’s body.

After his breathing gradually calmed down, Devitt opened his eyes again and looked at the two people with a worried expression.

“The Black Elves have been chased away by us. You don’t have to worry,” Claremont reported first.

Devitt didn’t seem surprised and nodded at Claremont.

“The army will temporarily set up camp on the plains and settle down. When your wounds are almost healed, we will set off again,” Abel said.

Hearing Abel’s plan, Devitt frowned. It seemed that he didn’t want to drag down the progress of the entire army because of his own injuries.

“This is also for the sake of the entire team. Don’t be stubborn.” Claremont shook his head, he said to Devitt, “You are the leader of this team. If you don’t maintain a healthy and strong appearance, how can we make the soldiers follow you move forward with trust?”

After listening to Claremont’s explanation, Devitt thought for a while and finally nodded in compromise.

Seeing that Devitt had agreed, Claremont did not say anything more. He asked the elven soldier beside him, “How is Captain Devitt’s current physical condition?”

“His recovery is very strong. I reckon that with someone watching over him, he will recover very quickly,” answered the elven soldier.

“Mm.” Claremont nodded and turned to speak to Devitt, “You heard it, right? It won’t take long. Now, the most important thing is to take care of your own body.”

Devitt nodded his head as if he had made a promise.

After asking Devitt some questions about how he felt about his own body, Claremont and Abel also took their leave.

The soldiers outside the camp had already begun to eat their dinner.

After instructing the soldiers in charge of the kitchen to bring some light liquid food to Devitt, Claremont also joined the ranks of the soldiers.

Abel walked to his side, and the two of them chatted as they ate porridge.

“The black elves are so hateful,” Claremont sighed.

“They’ve always lived in the dark side of this world. They probably don’t care about the severity of their attacks anymore,” Abel replied.

“Is that so? Now that I think about it, I realize that there’s a saying that makes a lot of sense,” Claremont said, his eyes wandering.

“What?”

“Among the weapons used to defeat humans, the ones with the best effect are the humans themselves,” Claremont said softly.

Abel sensed Claremont’s melancholy and stopped his actions of picking up vegetables. He asked Claremont, “Did the attack that day remind you of anything?”

That day on the battlefield was the first time Abel saw Claremont in such pain.