Lord of the Oasis

The spiritual power that originally roamed around the black elf's body instantly gathered on his hands.

It turned into droplets of liquid and fell to the ground.

When the black 'pools' on the ground gathered together.

Ten chains came out of the pool and were tied to the black elf's fingers.

The black elf suddenly waved his arms.

Unidentified objects exuding black energy climbed up from the pools on the ground one after another.

The ground around the black elf also shook.

The soldiers quickly regained their footing to prevent themselves from falling to the ground.

"What is this?" one soldier exclaimed.

"This is my 'pet' - a black slave. If you get too close, they will bite." The black elf squatted down, touched the head of one of the creatures, and replied with a smile.

Clemont took a few steps forward with a stern expression, wanting to see what the true nature of these creatures was.

It turned out that the creature shrouded in black energy turned out to be a human being, or another form of human being.

Clemont frowned and suddenly felt that the current situation had become a bit difficult.

"Hearn!" a soldier shouted, his tone full of panic.

"Oh my God." The soldier standing next to the soldier also covered his mouth and nose and exclaimed.

Hearn? When he heard the name, Clemont felt it sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

Subconsciously, he raised his head and happened to meet the eyes of a 'human'.

Clemont's breath stagnated. Hearn was one of the soldiers who was attacked at the gate of the military camp yesterday.

Clemont remembered his face clearly, but he didn't expect to find this familiar face among the creatures with chains around their necks.

"Isn't Hearn being taken care of in the camp?" Clemont said softly.

Abel walked to his side and said, "I think we have found the reason why Hearn and the others are unconscious."

Clemont thought about it in his mind and said, "It turns out that the black elves took their spirits away."

Abel raised his finger and pointed at another black slave lying on the ground.

Clemont looked in the direction he pointed: as expected, he spotted the appearance of another soldier who had fainted yesterday.

"What can defeat mankind is mankind itself." The black elf shook the chain in his hand as if teasing a pet. Then he said to Calradia and his party.

"You've thought so well." Clemont's forehead had faintly sprouted veins.

At this time, a soldier quickly ran to Clement's side and reported in his ear: "Captain Clement, Captain DeWitt has escaped from danger."

"Okay." Clemont said solemnly. Then he turned around and said to the soldiers behind him: "Soldiers, the enemy has tortured our comrades into this state. To protect our comrades and supplies, follow me and charge!"

"Kill!" All Calradian soldiers waved their weapons.

Clemont didn't say anything more. He clenched the sword in his hand and rushed towards Clemont.

The leader of the black elf smiled evilly, broke away from the chain in his hand, turned around and walked out of the military camp. All the 'humans' lying on the ground rushed towards the Calradian soldiers like jackals.

The soldiers of Calradia slashed their swords at these menacing ghosts. As a result, the weapons passed through their bodies and produced no effect other than the sound of friction with the air.

"Empty?" the Calradian soldier asked in surprise.

Before they could recover, all the black slaves pounced on them.

Of course, this attack failed to leave any actual scars on the Calradian soldiers. However, the soldiers who were attacked fell to the ground one after another, squatting on the ground and crying.

"Why are you crying?" Clemont exclaimed in confusion while dodging the black slave's attack.

Soldiers are stronger than ordinary people in terms of willpower.

Clemont has experienced four or five actual battles, and has never seen a soldier who lost his voice in such pain on the battlefield.

After a moment of distraction, the black slave found the opportunity to attack.

The moment the black slave swooped forward and penetrated Clemont's body.

Clemont's pupils suddenly dilated. The cold breath invaded the bone marrow, and the logic in his head became chaotic.

Clemont felt as if he had left the battlefield. My ears kept hearing the cry of being abused by my father when I was a child.

The images deep in my memory were salvaged ashore.

Clemont couldn't hear the sounds around him and could only keep recalling the scene where he was beaten until he was half dead.

"Dad, I was wrong," Clemont sobbed.

Seeing that Clemont was about to burst into tears along with the surrounding soldiers.

A pair of warm palms rested on his shoulders, making him see the light again.

Clemont raised his head and looked at the person who had given him salvation.

"Abel?"

"Stand up. You just fell."

On the chaotic battlefield, Abel stretched out his hand to Clemont and said.

"Let's go!" A black elf noticed the situation on Clemont's side and shouted to his companions: "That man from the elf family knows light magic."

The leader of the black elves also noticed that Abel was exuding a holy light at this time. There was a look of surprise on his face.

Seeing that these Calradian soldiers were about to fall into his own hands. The fat meat brought to your mouth will fly away. It's really a pity.

The black elf leader gritted his teeth, and finally cast a spell to take back the black slaves on the battlefield, intending to run away with the others.

"Want to leave? It's not that easy." Clemont, who had just been rescued by Abel, rushed in front of the black elves with red eyes. He put his weapon on the opponent's neck.

The elves' rescue was carried out on every Calradian soldier who was in trouble.

The soldiers regained their fighting strength, and now followed Clemont to capture the escaped black elf and hold him at knifepoint.

"Your luck is just a little better." The leader of the black elves narrowed his eyes dangerously: "If we really have to risk our lives, do you think we can't defeat you?"

"Stop talking nonsense. What if you stabbed our captain? And the spirit bodies of our two soldiers, you can release them immediately." Clemont put the blade close to the back of the black elf's neck. He said through gritted teeth.

"That knife was stabbed by a soldier in your team. It has nothing to do with me." The black elf leader raised his head indifferently and said: "The spirit bodies of the two soldiers you want are given to you."

After he finished speaking, two of the chains tied to the fingers of his left hand broke.

The two black slaves also disappeared into thin air.

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