Path of light

Chapter 284 285. Inquiry

Roy changed into an ordinary leather armor in the tent, dressed up like an ordinary elf hunter, and then quietly left the temporary camp of the negotiation team.

He walked to the river in the valley and stayed beside the stone monument for a short while.

It has to be said that Lord Alves has been a little too hasty this time. If he squeezes out the living space of the mixed elves step by step and forces them to the south step by step, as long as he stays away from Padstow City, not only this lord will slowly return He owns it, and those slave traders will also move to the south of the Partington plane.

Once you are far away from Padstow City, it will be difficult to involve Alves in the slave trade.

He rushed to encircle the territory and forced tens of thousands of mixed elves with nowhere to go...

The slave trade in Padstow City was discovered again...

The reason why he does not have the word "death" stamped on his forehead is simply because there is no death penalty in the Silver Moon Elf Kingdom.

Under the gaze of several rebel soldiers, Roy walked into the barrier village calmly.

Today's barrier village has become overcrowded, with domestic garbage and simple tents everywhere. There are even many hammocks hanging on the trees, and the woodland is crowded with mixed-blood elves.

Roy carried a small buckler behind his back, a short dagger on his waist, and wore a worn leather armor, with bulging pockets on his waist.

A rebel soldier saw Roy crossing the river, walked towards him, and asked Roy loudly:

"Wait a minute, where are you from?"

"Blackwater Swamp, I usually hunt dire wolves there, but now all the business groups in Padstow City are gone. It's like I come here to try my luck..." Roy answered in proficient Elvish.

"Where are you going?" The rebel soldier still refused to let down his guard.

"Let's see if we can sell dire wolf pelts here." Roy quickly took off the luggage roll he was carrying on his back and opened it in front of the rebel soldier. Sure enough, there were two broken dire wolf pelts.

The rebel soldier looked at Roy's face and asked doubtfully: "Human?"

"Half-elf, my mother is an elf!" Roy said with a smile, then tied up the luggage again and carried it behind his back.

Just like that, I crossed the river easily.

"If you want to sell these two furs, you can go to the second area to have a look. If you want to join the rebels, you have to go to the fifth area to sign up now, but there is a mixed bag of people there. Be careful with these two furs. He was deceived." The rebel soldier reminded carefully.

Probably because Roy was not a mixed elf, the rebels spoke to him in an extremely kind tone.

Roy saw that the faces of the rebel soldiers were a little thin...

Obviously, the lack of supplies here caused the rebel soldiers to suffer a lot.

He took out a sour apple from his leather pocket, threw it to the rebel, and then walked into the barrier village.

According to the information provided by the rebels, Roy found other elves and inquired, only to learn that the current barrier village was divided into five regions.

Every time 10,000 mixed-blood elven rebels gather, a large area will be established. Now it has been established in the fifth area, which means that the number of mixed-blood elven rebels nearby is less than 50,000.

This is a full 30,000 more rebel fighters than what I heard before.

Today's Bastion Village has not only become overcrowded, but some rebel settlements have also expanded outside the village.

The first area is considered the core area of ​​Barrier Village, the second area is next to the first area, and the fifth area has now opened up the forest land in the upper reaches of the river.

The barrier village looks very messy...

Roy walked in the barrier village, but no one came to question him.

Not only is the free market gone, some of the original trading houses in the barrier village have closed down, and some rebels have already lived in the wooden houses of these trading houses.

Many mixed-blood elves were lying in the tents. Judging from their expressions, they looked like they were just hanging out here.

There was a sour smell everywhere in the village, and garbage that had not been cleaned up in time was piled in many corners, exuding a disgusting smell.

It’s no wonder that when the negotiation team entered the barrier village, the rebels here would form a passage. It is possible that they did not want the negotiators to see the chaotic scene in the barrier village...

Perhaps the leader of the rebel army did not have any management experience. When the number of mixed elves living in the barrier village exceeded 10,000, he did not know how to manage them at all.

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"Do you want dire wolf fur? It can be used to make leather armor..."

Roy found a mixed-blood elf rebel and was selling the fur he had brought on his back. The rebel was shirtless and seemed to have no leather breastplate, and he was carrying two very good-looking craftsmen on his back. sword, and the leather pocket on his waist is also bulging.

"Do you have leather?" The rebel suddenly became interested and watched Roy open the leather roll.

"How to sell this? I have a lot of Kohler in my hand." The rebel reached out and rubbed the hard fur, and found that it was indeed a piece of dire wolf leather. He immediately moved closer, opened the bulging leather pocket, and took out a good piece of leather. A big pile of Kohler comes.

Roy was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "Do you have any magic crystals? One piece for two magic crystals."

"It's so expensive, why don't you grab it?" the rebel muttered, and then said: "Five hundred kolers can be exchanged for a magic crystal outside. I have at least more than a thousand kolers in my pocket. I'll give it to you." You! Can you sell me this fur?"

"What's the use of Kohler? It can't be spent!" Roy refused decisively.

He looked around with a wary expression, quickly tied up the leather roll again, and then prepared to leave.

The rebel quickly grabbed Roy's arm and said with a smile: "Don't leave in a hurry. We can discuss it carefully..."

The rebel soldier threw aside the leather bag in his hand and grabbed Roy's leather roll, not wanting him to leave.

"Do you have any other goodies?"

Roy stopped, turned and asked the rebel soldier.

The rebel soldier touched his waist in embarrassment. Apart from the useless Kohler, he really had nothing else to offer.

"Have you seen any famous human magicians here?"

Roy asked in a low voice, rummaging through his leather pocket, which was filled with Kohler.

"You mean that human magician who looks similar to you. I've met him twice, and I also know that he lives in District 5. He usually wears magician robes and a conical hat when he goes out..." Rebel The military soldier said quickly.

"Do you live in the fifth arrondissement?"

"Yes, he is a magician. If you go to Area 5 and ask around, many elves know about him." said the rebel soldier.

"Well, this roll of dire wolf pelt is yours!"

Roy pulled out a dire wolf fur and handed it to the rebel soldier, while tying his leather bag around his waist.

Roy just inquired casually, but he didn't expect that any elves had actually seen Benjamin. It seemed that he was living a good life with the rebels...