Path of light

Chapter 485 486. Final Letter

In the mouths of the mixed elves, Abiel is known as the owner of the Mithril Mine in Wochak Mountain. He is a follower of Lord Alves and is also involved in the slave trade on the Pagisto Plateau. He accidentally died in battle during his escape...

But according to the Silver Moon elves, although Abiel, a descendant of the Silver Moon elves nobles, has been engaged in the elven slave trade on the Pajisto Plateau, there is no death penalty in the elven code. Even if he is sentenced to a crime, it should be in the trial court. thing.

In the process of rescuing the half-blood elf slaves, the owner of Roy Mine failed to strictly restrain his half-blood elf warriors, resulting in Abiel's unfortunate death during his escape.

Therefore, some Silver Moon elves believe that Roy should report to the Silver Pegasus military headquarters and explain Abiel's escape process.

The Silver Moon elves used various channels to petition the top brass of the Silver Pegasus Legion, hoping that the Silver Pegasus Legion could punish the murderer of Abiel.

In the eyes of the mixed-blood elves on the Pagisto Plateau, Roy is the savior of the Pagisto Plateau, but in the eyes of a group of Silver Moon elves, this half-elf from Castletown is simply a troublemaker. He kept messing around in the Partington plane, making it difficult for the Silver Moon elves to live in the Partington plane.

At this time, the lingering heat of the victory in the naval battle on the Queen Egwene Islands has not completely subsided in the Elven Continent.

The Silver Pegasus Legion invested a large amount of armaments and supplies in this naval battle and suffered huge losses. Although the naval battle on the Queen Ivenie Islands was victorious, the confiscated spoils could only enable the Silver Pegasus Legion to survive in this naval battle. Medium...break even.

In recent weeks, Earl Swinburne has been reorganizing the infantry guard regiment of the Silver Pegasus Legion.

He didn't have time to consider the petition submitted by the group of Silver Moon elves...

During the naval battle on the Queen Egwene Islands, none of these guys came to help. After the naval battle, these guys stood up and pointed fingers at the officers of the Silver Pegasus Legion.

Without even looking at the petitions, Earl Swinburne asked his assistant to pile them in a corner behind the bookshelf.

I don't want to pay attention at all, and I don't want any response...

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At the same time, the magical herbal medicine market in the Elf Continent is also undergoing earth-shaking changes quietly.

As imperial merchants poured into the west coast of the Elven Continent in large numbers on five-masted sailing ships, the demand for magical herbs from the imperial merchants completely disrupted the magical herbal market on the Elven Continent.

The price of magic herbs is rising rapidly…

This gave many elven herbal traders a strange feeling. They felt that they would lose money by selling the magic herbs in their hands.

So many elven herbal traders began to secretly stock up on goods...

The elven herbal traders were unwilling to sell magic herbs easily, and the imperial merchants wanted to purchase magic herbs in large quantities, which suddenly created the illusion that magic herbs were scarce in the market.

In fact, in the Elf Continent and the plane owned by the elves, the production of magic herbs has always been in excess of demand.

But now, even in a seaport city like Castletown, it has become very difficult to buy batches of magic herbs. The price of magic herbs will rise every few days.

At this time, the Partington plane, which is rich in magical herbs, seemed to usher in spring.

As the price of magic herbs in the Elf Continent continues to rise, the mixed-blood elves on the Pagisto Plateau have also benefited. The unsold primary magic herbs that were originally backlogged in their hands have become valuable. The mixed-blood elves collectors collect magic. Enthusiasm for herbal medicine is also at an all-time high...

A large amount of magic herbs were transported from the Partington plane to the Elf Continent, and subsequently, a large amount of magic crystals and a large amount of materials were fed back to the Partington plane from the Elf Continent.

After several years of silence, Padstow City has finally become lively again. It is like a pool of stagnant water being instantly revitalized, and the money bag tied around the waist of the mixed-blood elf has begun to bulge.

Many herbal medicine merchants in the Partington plane have started to do magic herbal medicine business again.

For everyone to be able to live a life without worries about food and clothing, the first thing the mixed elves would like to thank is Roy. If he hadn't driven the headhunters back to the ancestral land of Gazan, the mixed elves on the plateau wouldn't be able to collect magic everywhere. Herbal medicine.

More than a dozen elf caravans suddenly appeared in the plateau city. In fact, these merchants also came for the magic herbs on the plateau.

It's just that this acquisition of magic herbal medicine is destined to disappoint them, because the entire magic herbal medicine business in Pajisto Plateau is currently monopolized by Boss Roy...

When the mixed elves on the plateau sell magic herbs, they only recognize Lysander's pack team and Boss Roy.

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The first thing Roy did when he returned to the Plateau City was to send the two thousand gray dwarf prisoners he brought back to the castle in the Northern Black Iron Mine.

Here in the castle of the North Black Iron Mine, Roy stood on the high platform again.

Behind Roy is the gray dwarf's forging workshop. This workshop currently mainly uses ordinary iron ingots to stretch some steel bars and provide them to the plateau city.

The large magic furnace he brought back from Castletown City also completed the final installation and commissioning in the North Black Iron Mine.

When the dwarf craftsman put five magic crystals into a special gem base in the furnace, magical rays of light circulated in the rune grooves on the outer wall of the furnace. The magic furnace began to slowly warm up, and then placed in the furnace The black iron ore in the cavity began to slowly burn red and melt. .

Due to gravity, the stone part of the ore floats on the top layer of the crucible, while the molten metal settles down...

Roy looked at the side of the furnace and saw that the color of the molten iron flowing out from the discharge port was pure, without even any impurities. The molten iron slowly condensed into iron ingots in the mold cavity. Before these iron ingots could completely cool down, they were The dwarf craftsmen used iron hooks to pull them out, stack them together and send them to the blacksmith workshop, where they were forged into ordinary steel bars.

A group of gray dwarf craftsmen skillfully began to fill the material, draw out the iron ingots, and put the waste ore slag into the mold to make hollow bricks.

The two thousand gray dwarf prisoners of war that Roy brought back were in the open space opposite the forge workshop, watching the group of gray dwarf craftsmen working.

These two thousand gray dwarf prisoners of war stood in front of the forging workshop all morning, and then watched with empty stomachs the gray dwarf craftsmen in the forging workshop gathering together for lunch.

Today’s lunch at the North Black Iron Mine was boiled beans. The dwarf craftsmen lined up to receive the meal, and then sat in the rest area outside the forge workshop to eat.

There were almost no supervisors supervising these gray dwarf craftsmen throughout the process. During the meal, many gray dwarf craftsmen looked here curiously...

Roy asked the mixed elf to carry the prepared boiled beans in front of the gray dwarf prisoners of war. A rich and sweet smell came out of the big iron pot. At this time, many gray dwarf prisoners of war began to growl in their stomachs.

Roy did not distribute the food immediately.

He stood on a high platform, looked at the black mass of gray dwarf prisoners of war under his feet, and said loudly:

"Everyone, I believe that after so many days of long journey, you must have figured out your current identity. Yes, you are a group of gray dwarf prisoners of war who were defeated in the naval battle of the Queen Egwene Islands!"

Roy's words were like a hook, once again uncovering the bloody scars on the gray dwarf prisoners of war, and his voice also seemed a little deep.

"You will have to undergo labor reform here for a long time."

The tone was full of unquestionable flavor.

"I will not consider giving you your freedom again until your friends or family send you a ransom!"

"But before that, you still have to work hard in the North Black Iron Mine."

"In addition, in the North Black Iron Mine, the gray dwarves who are capable and the gray dwarves who are incompetent are treated completely differently. You see that these gray dwarf craftsmen belong to the capable group, so they can enjoy a meal every day. Three meals a day, one day off per week, and certain work points every day, which can be exchanged for spiced meat jerky, ale, etc. at the mine..." Roy said in detail.

"The gray dwarf prisoners of war who have no skills are going to dig ore in the mines."

"As for the gray dwarves who are lazy and disobedient to management in the mines, you have two chances. I will forgive you if you make a mistake the first time, but if you do it again the second time, the punishment will often be very severe, so please cherish everything in front of you. "

Then these gray dwarves finally had lunch, and all the gray dwarf captives sat down where they were, holding their plates and eating the beans in silence.

There are also some gray dwarf prisoners of war secretly looking at the forge...

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Two thousand gray dwarf prisoners of war were arranged by Roy into the forging workshop of the North Black Iron Mine. The number of gray dwarves in the North Black Iron Mine suddenly soared to the three thousand mark.

As the headhunter prisoners of war sent by Captain Herrick arrived in the plateau city, the number of headhunters in the prisoner of war concentration camp instantly soared to 15,000.

The prisoner of war concentration camp in Plateau City is obviously overcrowded...

At present, the city wall of Plateau City has begun to take shape, and Roy has no plans to raise it higher.

Due to urban planning, there will be culverts on both sides of the streets in the city, so the culverts must be dug out before paving, and then the stone roads in the city can be laid.

The sudden influx of so many headhunter prisoners of war in the plateau city caused some security risks, but the progress of the project increased suddenly.

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After Lysander's pack team returned to the Padstow Plateau, they also brought back some news about the city of Padstow.

Because Chief Lucius left Padstow City and returned to the Elf Continent, he was preparing to go to the trial court of the Silver Moon Elf Council of Elders for a trial.

Today, Padstow City lacks a manager, which has once again plunged the order in the city into chaos. All magic herbal traders in the city must be careful.

When Lysander talked about the chaos in Padstow City, Roy was inevitably a little worried. Once the situation in Padstow City continued to deteriorate, the Silver Pegasus Army would definitely send some more garrison troops.

"Who is the new administrator of Padstow City?" Roy asked Lysander.

"I didn't know that when I left Padstow City," Lysander answered.

"The senior management of the Silver Pegasus Legion should make arrangements..." Roy said.

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Roy has been making preparations for his trip to Sun Island Bay in the past few days.

Because Kaka had promised to help him deal with the murlocs in the Sun Island Bay, the mixed elf guard group had to detach a few squadrons and head to the south of the Griffin Barrier Mountain.

Things in Plateau City were also handled by Roy. Roy stood in front of the city planning map and was looking at the distribution map of the drainage culverts.

There were hurried footsteps at the door. Roy looked back and realized that it was Captain Berkeley who had appeared in Plateau City.

"Roy, you guy built a city on the plateau without saying a word. You really deserve it!" Captain Berkeley said loudly while hugging Roy.

"Berkeley, why are you here?" Roy asked Captain Berkeley to sit down and asked curiously.

"I came here specifically to find you. I guess you also know that Lucius was sent to a military court mainly because of his serious dereliction of duty, which led to the continuous delay of the war in the Queen Egwene Islands..."

Roy listened carefully for a long time before he realized that Captain Berkeley had actually become the new chief of the logistics department, responsible for managing the Silver Pegasus Corps military headquarters in the Padsto plane.

"...So you plan to let me be the leader of the mixed elf guard group?" Roy asked.

"Well, I can't find any suitable helper except you. If you are willing to go back to Padstow City with me, I believe that Padstow City will soon return to its former prosperity..."

Captain Berkeley kept persuading Roy.

Roy was not willing to serve as the leader of the city defense regiment at all. After hesitating for a while, he refused the invitation of the captain of Berkeley...

Captain Berkeley did not look depressed. He forced a smile on his face and said to Roy: "I thought you would agree without hesitation and go to Padstow City to help me..."

"There are too many things going on here at Pagisto Plateau, sorry, Berkeley!" Roy said again.

Captain Berkeley came to the plateau city this time. In addition to inviting Roy to work together in Padstow City, he also brought a letter to Roy.

It was a letter written by High Priest Reed to Roy. The paper was even a little black, and the handwriting on it was not very clear, as if the entire paper had been smoked.

Roy quickly took the letter to the sunlight. Under the sunlight, the originally dim handwriting suddenly became clear.

High Priest Reed's handwriting appeared on the dark parchment:

"Roy, when I am writing this letter, dark creatures are invading our stronghold. I don't know if you can still receive it. Our expeditionary force entered the depths of the dark land and encountered unprecedented difficulties, because here In this dark world, I can't feel the call of the goddess.

...We sat around the Holy Grail of Wisdom, feeling the weak power of the Holy Light. I tried to find light in the darkness. I firmly believe that light will shine on this land one day. Reed November 1407. "