Lord of the Oasis-Chapter 772: The Stable Operated By Angel

"Charge!" Abel ordered the soldiers of the reconnaissance team as he watched the goblins getting closer and closer.

The elven soldiers were hidden behind the Caradia soldiers. They kept attacking with their magic.

However, this group of goblins were swift and agile. They dodged all the spells of elven soldiers.

Devitt observed the situation of the battle and immediately ordered, "Caradia soldiers! form a small team of three and break through the encirclement."

"We have to go out now." Levin said happily after hearing the order.

Jeb nodded and said, "It was the elven soldiers who took the lead previously. It's our turn this time."

The two smiled at each other and pulled over a soldier from the same team. In the middle of the goblin crowd, they stood back-to-back and fought their way out of the encirclement.

Not only them, but all of the Caradia soldiers showed their courage on the battlefield. The longsword in their hands slashed across the throats of every goblin who stood in front of them.

The goblin leader who was leading the charge realized that things were not good to them. Before he came, he received news that the main force of this group of reconnaissance team was the elven soldiers. As long as they concentrated elven soldiers' firepower, it would be enough to deal with them. The remaining human soldiers were not a threat at all.

Now, it seemed that the elven soldiers had stopped and stood to the side to watch. Instead, the human soldiers seemed to be in a high morale and kept sprinting toward the goblin's encirclement.

More and more goblins fell, even though some of the Caradia soldiers were also knocked down. However, the morale of the two sides had completely changed.

"Retreat! Retreat!" the goblin leader shook his head and said to the remaining goblin assassins.

The goblins who received the order instantly disappeared into the forest.

Only the reconnaissance team and the goblin leader were left in the field.

"Hehe." Abel sneered. "You called all your men away. Do you want to fight with us alone?"

"Of course not." the goblin leader waved his hand and said, "I just want to leave a message for you. 'If a person walks under the sun, his skin will inevitably turn dark, even if he doesn't intend to'. Just wait, we will meet again."

After saying this, the goblin leader threw out a smoke bomb from his hand. The area was instantly surrounded by smoke.

Everyone hurriedly covered their noses and mouths. By the time the smoke dispersed, the goblin leader had already disappeared.

Abel looked towards the forest on both sides of the road, but there was still no sign of him.

"He ran really fast." Claremont said as he coughed.

"From the words left behind by the goblin, we have indeed been counted as a faction here." Devitt lowered his head and said, "We have to return to the Caradia Empire as soon as possible. We need to report the information we obtained here to His Highness Lord Kant."

"Then, should we continue to walk down this road?" Abel looked at the distant intersection and asked.

"Let's go," Claremont suggested. "Let's go to the beach and take a look. If there really are ships operating, we can save more than half of our time."

"Yes," Devitt said affirmatively.

"Captain Devitt, Captain Claremont!" a Caradia soldier came over and reported, "Two people from our camp died and eight were injured."

"Bury the dead soldiers here. Take the relics with you." Devitt ordered, "Leave the wounded soldiers to the elven soldiers for treatment. We will set off in thirty minutes!"

"Yes!" the soldier saluted.

There were many corpses of goblin assassins lying in the middle of the road. But no one came to collect their corpses.

Devitt broke the weapons that the soldiers carried when they were alive. He placed the broken weapons in front of the soldiers' graves.

"I hope that you can have a happy and peaceful life in your next life." Devitt prayed in a low voice and said silently.

Claremont followed behind Devitt and bowed in front of the graves of the two soldiers. He turned around and left with a mournful expression.

The soldiers stopped and reorganized themselves. The injured soldiers had basically recovered under the care of the elven soldiers.

The group continued down the road, preparing to walk to the beach according to the route on the map.

It was already noon. They encountered a real posthouse on the way.

The posthouse was built on an open space by the roadside. At a glance, one could see the stable of horses neatly arranged together. There was no end to it. The types of horses were also varied. Even for people like Devitt who had some knowledge of horses, there were still some horses that he could not name.

Although it was called a posthouse, the word 'teahouse' was written on the signboard.

Abel led everyone to stop in front of the teahouse.

"It seems that the words of the hotel owner are indeed true." Claremont said as he looked at the Teahouse's door.

"Yes." Devitt nodded. "To be able to collect so many high-quality horses, this is indeed a good place."

"Let's go in and take a look." Abel always put action first. After listening to the words of the two, he strode in.

"Is anyone there?" Abel stepped over the door and called out.

"Yes." a man dressed in a white robe opened the curtain by the counter and walked out. He answered.

Abel looked him up and down and asked, "You're the only one in your shop? Where's the coachmen?"

"We only rent horses here, we don't hire workers." the man said calmly.

Abel was a little confused, but he still made an introduction. "We have more than forty people here, and we need to go to the seaside to take a boat. How can we go there without you leading the way?"

"The horses will take you there, of course." the man said seriously.

"Don't tease me. Do you mean that the horses you raised know the way?" Abel waved his hand and questioned.

The man nodded.

Abel frowned and said with doubt, "Is this how you do business?"

"The door of every stable is open. Whichever horse is available, you can lead it yourself. Everywhere you go, it will cost a silver coin." the white-robed man turned his back and said, "When you reach the destination, just place the payment on the saddle."

After leaving these words, the man disappeared behind the curtain again.

Abel stood where he was and pondered for a moment, then walked out of the shop. He told Devitt and Claremont the rules that he had heard.

"I've seen businessmen with this style before." Claremont nodded and said, "They probably do this because they have their own confidence."

"Well, in that case, let the soldiers choose the horses.." Devitt made a decision and said, "The canopy provided here can only fit four people in one carriage."