Lord of the Oasis

After Levin heard this, he immediately pushed Jeb in front of him.

When Jeb actually walked up to Gilbert, he immediately felt the child's aura from his eyes.

Unconsciously, his movements also became flinching. I opened my mouth, but couldn't squeeze out a word.

It wasn't until Levin pinched his lower back that he asked in a panic: "I see you're a pretty fast runner, and I'm a pretty good runner too. Do you want us to compete?"

After saying the request, after a while, he added urgently: "I'm just asking, not asking you to agree."

"Okay." Gilbert nodded and agreed.

"Really?" Jeb's eyes widened and he said happily: "Thank you."

After hearing his thanks, Gilbert shook his head and said, "But if you lose, you have to give me your dinner."

He had long since given up sharing a dinner with Austin.

"Ah?" Jeb said slightly surprised: "Today's dinner, or every day in the future?"

"Every day." Gilbert said simply.

"Gilbert." Austinger stopped him. Does this kid really want to steal other people's dinner?

"Forget it if you don't agree." Gilbert looked away and said.

Now Abel is recruiting teams and calling everyone to get ready to go. Gilbert almost had to return to his original position.

"Okay, I promise you." Jeb shook his head at Austin and replied.

"Okay. Let's compete before the meal." Without waiting for the other party to respond, Gilbert took a step and turned around and walked forward.

"He's not very sensible yet..." Austinger hurriedly explained, but was interrupted by Jeb mid-sentence. "Since we have made a promise, we must be able to afford to lose. Not to mention that I may not lose." Jeb said with a smile, and after saying this, he followed Levin back to the back of the team.

Austinge stayed there alone, stunned for a long time, and finally held his forehead and sighed.

News of the match between Gilbert and Jeb quickly spread through the marching ranks.

Even DeWitt and Clemont, who were holding the battle, heard the news from the soldiers' chatter.

"I didn't expect Gilbert to agree to such a request." DeWitt said.

"It's good to have activities like this from time to time. It invigorates the atmosphere in the military and it's fun for us to watch." Clemont said with a smile.

"You just want to watch the fun." DeWitt said with a smile.

"I still have a serious purpose, to see how strong this goblin is." Clement added.

"What kind of strength does this show? Whoever has the fastest feet will win." DeWitt shook his head and said.

"This is not necessarily true. Although goblins are naturally much faster than humans. However, we are soldiers who have been in the army for one year, and their strength is already much higher than that of ordinary people. If goblins can barely win, , and I accepted it. If he can pull away a lot from his opponent with his size, I think ordinary goblins still don't have this ability." Clement analyzed in detail.

"Well, what you said does make sense." DeWitt nodded: "So far, Gilbert has not shown anything in front of us except that he can observe the terrain."

"Now do you think this game is worth watching?" Clemont smiled at DeWitt.

"You have to go and see it," DeWitt said.

With everyone's expectations, the marching schedule finally came to an end. Except for those who were assigned to set up tents, all the remaining soldiers gathered near the competition venue chosen by Gilbert and Jeb.

Get ready to watch this showdown.

The venue was a flat piece of yellow land, and the starting point where Jeb and his team were standing was about 500 meters away from the jungle that was set as the finishing point.

"Without further ado, so many people came to watch us compete in this race, so we won't waste everyone's time by talking nonsense." Jeb stood on his own track and hosted.

Levine stood slightly between the two.

"I say three, two, one. The game is officially on," Levine said, holding up the flag.

Jeb and Gilbert nodded to him sideways. Before making preparations, Jeb glanced at Gilbert on his right and found that his expression was calmer than usual.

"I can't let you underestimate me." Jeb thought silently in his heart.

"Three!" Levin waved the flag toward the sky.

"two!"

"one!"

When Jeb and Gilbert rushed out, their shoulders were only a few millimeters apart.

However, in the blink of an eye, Gilbert was far away from Jeb.

Even though Jeb chased after him desperately, he still didn't shrink back even a bit.

In the end, the race ended with a crushing victory for Gilbert, who jumped directly onto the waiting Austinger as he crossed the finish line.

"Ouch." Austinger called out.

"We won." Gilbert's face was still relatively red. After all, this was a plateau, and sometimes he couldn't keep up with his breathing when running.

"Congratulations," Austinger said with a smile.

"Eat more tonight." Gilbert still hid part of his childlike nature and said to Austin with a little pride.

"So that's what you did for this." Austin said suddenly.

After Jeb crossed the finish line, he silently walked to Gilbert's side and sighed: "I'm willing to admit defeat, and I'll give you all my dinner in the future."

"Forget it. Our army is not so poor that we can't even afford dinner for one person." A word came from the distance. Jeb looked up in fear and watched DeWitt and his group leave with smiles on their faces. come over.

"I'm sorry, Gilbert. I forgot to make arrangements for you before." Clement said. "Let's choose a smaller bet in the future. If he doesn't say anything and starves to death like this, our losses will be huge."

Gilbert glanced at the three people and nodded.

"It's over, it's over. Hurry and help. Do you want to eat early?" Abel said to the onlookers.

The soldiers who wanted to come over hurriedly walked away, and Levin also hurriedly came over to pull the colorless Jebra away.

"I didn't expect you to be able to defeat Jeb. He is considered to have the strongest footwork among our army." DeWitt praised.

"It's nothing. There are countless people of my race who are faster than me." Gilbert said calmly.

"It seems that we still know too little about the goblins. Sure enough, the racial advantages brought by talent cannot be underestimated." Abel sighed.

"If you want to understand the goblins, it's enough to understand them from me." Gilbert sneered.

DeWitt looked at him intently.

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