Early in the morning, Devitt and the others led the team and set off.
The current season was the time when the river was rushing, so it was not easy to cross the river.
Everyone tied the ropes around each other's waists and put their shoulders on each other as they walked slowly in the river.
The river was about 50 meters wide. In order to maintain their balance, the soldiers walked and stopped in the river. It took them nearly an hour to reach the shore. They had used up a lot of energy during this time.
Abel didn't have time to change, so he ordered everyone to continue walking.
In order to reach the centaurs' area within the estimated time, they had to seize every second.
Devitt and Abel walked at the front side by side. In order to accurately plan out a new route, they each had a map.
"According to this speed of progress, it will take three to four days to walk out of the valley," Abel stared at the map and said.
"Crossing the river today took a lot of effort, and the progress of the soldiers is slow. In the next few days, we will have to speed up," Devitt analyzed.
"Yes," Abel nodded and replied.
In the evening, when the day's journey was about to end, the scouts had already climbed up another mountain ridge. The rapid river was left far behind, not a trace of it could be seen.
"Set up camp and rest," Abel ordered.
The soldiers also heaved a sigh of relief. Their clothes, which had been drenched by the river water, had been dried by the sun during the journey. After trekking without rest for an entire day, it was the greatest happiness to be able to sit down and rest.
"You, you, you, follow me out." Claremont walked in front of a few soldiers who were squatting on the ground and commanded.
"Captain Claremont?" The soldiers immediately stood up and lined up. One of the soldiers looked at Claremont, who was walking towards the entrance of the military camp and asked hesitantly.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})"Bring your weapons. We will go hunting now," Claremont said.
"Yes." The three soldiers put their weapons back on their waists and followed Claremont out.
"Claremont brought people out?" Devitt, who was building a tent with the soldiers, said when he saw Claremont and the others leaving.
"Yes. The investigation team will send people out to hunt every day," Abel replied.
"Why did they only bring three people..." Devitt seemed to be a little worried.
"This area is the Behemoth's territory. I reckon that Captain Claremont doesn't want to cause too much trouble and be discovered," Abel speculated. "The wild beasts in the mountains can't possibly hurt them."
"Mm." Devitt nodded.
Without waiting for Claremont and the others to bring back the results of the battle, Abel called the Caradia logistics soldiers to prepare the fire. He looked like he was very confident in Claremont and the others.
After a short while, Claremont and the other three returned with a full load at the entrance of the military camp.
A few soldiers who were patrolling in the camp quickly went forward to receive the prey that the four of them had brought.
"Wow, there are actually deer in the mountains! We can eat deer meat tonight!" a soldier shouted excitedly.
"How was it?" After the soldiers dispersed, Abel walked forward and asked Claremont.
"It was alright."
A hint of fatigue appeared in Claremont's eyes. "We didn't go far."
"Hurry up and change your clothes. Have a good rest."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})Abel originally wanted to ask more about the terrain in the mountains, but seeing that Claremont was too tired, he instructed him, "Aren't we still on night duty tonight?"
"During dinner, a bowl of porridge is enough for me. Can you help me inform the kitchen?" Claremont said as he exhaled.
"Okay," Abel replied.
Claremont nodded, then turned around and walked into his tent.
After returning to his tent, he immediately walked to the front of the bed, took off his coat, and wiped his face with a towel dipped in water. He laid down on the bed.
Perhaps it was because he had exhausted all his strength after a whole day of hard work. He didn't even have the energy left to dream.
Claremont then fell into a deep sleep until late at night.
When he woke up, there was a bowl of porridge on the table in front of the bed that was no longer very hot.
After having this simple dinner, Claremont put on his clothes and walked out of the tent to hand over the shift with Abel.
"I see that you are much better." Abel handed the token in his hand to Claremont and said.
"That's how my constitution is. I'll feel stronger after a good night's sleep," Claremont said with a smile.
"I see."Abel nodded. "Did anything special happen today?"
"No." Claremont thought for a while and replied, "The places we passed by were very quiet. It didn't seem like there were any nomads from other races passing by."
"Didn't the map say that there was a Behemoth nearby?" Abel asked suspiciously.
"Even if there is a Behemoth, we aren't his target." Claremont thought of a Behemoth's appearance recorded in the history books and shook his head as he spoke to Abel.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})"Have you seen a Behemoth before?" Abel knew almost nothing about Behemoths other than the name and portrait on the map. After listening to Claremont's comment, he couldn't help but ask.
"No, I've only heard of their legends," Claremont introduced. "I heard that Behemoths are huge and can eat thousands of mountains in a single meal. Time will also become chaotic because of their actions. When God created the world, he only created one Behemoth."
"Such a magical creature actually lives on this small island." Abel was dumbstruck.
"Actually, to be honest, I don't really believe it either." Claremont pondered.
"The territory of these mountains isn't occupied by any races. It seems that everyone is afraid of the existence of the Behemoth," Abel said.
"Mm."
Abel and Claremont did not chat for long before they went back to rest.
Claremont led the soldiers to patrol inside and outside the camp. It was not until four o'clock in the morning that he handed over the task in his hand to someone else. He returned to the camp and sat down to rest.
In another two hours, the soldiers were going to get up.
Claremont did not have any thoughts of sleeping at the moment. Perhaps the rest from yesterday had made up for his entire day's sleep.
Lying in front of the desk, he looked at the map in his hand.
He calculated the time of departure from the Elf Kingdom, or rather, from Drondheim.
At five o'clock in the morning, the rain in the valley hit the top of the tent, making "pitter-patter" sounds.
Like a hypnotic clock, Claremont felt a wave of tiredness welling up in his body.
In another hour, their army would set out from the autumn rain curtain in the valley, beginning a brand new day's journey.
