Path of light

Chapter 605 606. Traveling at the best time

The holy light carried a small silver hammer and circled towards the sharp arrow in the black mist.

‘Hammer of Sanction’

The hammer of punishment, which was so strong that it could make the soul dizzy, flew out from the Book of Judgment, and instantly smashed the sharp arrow to the ground.

Uncle Dwarf Linglan Bronzebeard also turned around and strode over, but when he saw Roy wielding a small silver hammer in his hand, he also slowed down...

Only when the soul is extremely weak, the purification technique can purify those weak souls.

The black fog sharp arrow in front of Roy fell to the ground, and the black smoke suddenly dispersed.

'purification'

Roy drew a simple divine pattern, and as the prayers were recited from his mouth, a beam of holy light completely covered the black smoke, and countless claws struggling outward appeared in the wisps of smoke.

But no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't break away from the beam of holy light falling from the sky.

Until the last wisp of black energy was extinguished in the holy light, a translucent soul body burst out from a trace of darkness in front of his eyes. The souls of humans, elves, dwarves, and orcs were peeled off from this soul body, and continued to float towards the dark red. In the sky.

Roy's legs became weak and he sat down on the soft sand.

He could clearly feel that the power of Holy Light in his body was on the verge of drying up, and the Tree of Holy Light was withering rapidly.

He hurriedly took out a water bag, opened the stopper, and drank a sip of holy water, hoping that this sip of holy water would restore a trace of the power of the holy light. However, the effect of the holy water was too weak, and he could only watch the holy light in his body. All the flowers of light on the tree withered, and the golden leaves fell one after another.

The dwarf uncle was holding a thorium war hammer and looking around warily.

The soul of the fear monster was completely purified, and its dark aura continued to dissipate in the wilderness...

Those dark breaths were in an extremely unstable state. The magic vortex spinning around Roy actually sucked some of the dark breaths in, and Roy was unable to stop it at this time.

When the roots of the Tree of Holy Light were contaminated with the energy of darkness, Roy thought that the Tree of Holy Light would wither faster.

But something unexpected happened to Roy. The roots of the Holy Light Tree absorbed the unstable dark energy. As the dark energy disappeared little by little, the entire Holy Light Tree actually diffused some extremely pure energy. The Holy Light...

The curly golden leaves are also slowly unfolding, and those withered flowers of light are reopening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The flowers of light exuded a faint power of holy light, falling on Roy's body one after another...

A purer power of holy light inexplicably appeared in Roy's body, and even the holy breath formed an invisible light film on the surface of his skin.

Countless roots of the Tree of Holy Light penetrated directly into the magic vortex, and the magic vortex surrounding Roy began to continuously swallow up the unstable dark energy of Naxi around him. Almost all of these dark energy came from the body of the fear monster after it died. diffused.

Now the Holy Light Tree in Roy's body was quickly absorbed as nourishment. In just a few minutes, the entire Holy Light Tree not only regained its vitality, but also the flowers of light all over the tree bloomed, and the flowers of light bloomed one after another. The sacred breath that flew out continued to flow into Roy's body.

Roy stood up from the sand...

He raised his hands, and a layer of pale golden holy light appeared on his hands.

At this time, Roy finally felt the elemental body mentioned by the great magician Dalakli.

It is said that when the elemental affinity is completely saturated, the magician will possess an elemental body. At this time, the magician will also have the qualifications to become a second-level powerhouse, but it is only a qualification.

Roy could now feel extremely clearly that his hands seemed to have been assimilated by the holy light. He didn't even need to draw divine patterns or recite prayers. He just lightly twisted his thumb and index finger, and a ball of holy light appeared. Floating away from the palm of your hand.

"Roy, are you okay?"

The dwarf uncle asked worriedly.

Although Roy didn't look like anything was wrong, he still asked worriedly.

Roy glanced at Linglan Bronzebeard gratefully. This dwarf uncle was not only outstanding in strength, but also warm-hearted...

"I recovered all of a sudden. Now I feel very good and full of energy!" Roy responded in a low voice.

Linglan Bronzebeard's eyes widened and he was stunned for a moment before saying angrily:

"You may have been promoted again. The power of holy light accumulated in your body suddenly burst out, allowing your body to recover. You are really lucky!"

Roy froze in place...

I had just been promoted to level fifteen, but I didn't feel anything at all.

He couldn't help but look at his hands again, which by this time had recovered from their translucent sacred state.

Not long after, the Silver Moon Elf warrior finally finished cleaning the battlefield and came belatedly with three followers. When he saw Roy, he curiously asked:

"Just now the last remaining soul of the fear monster fled this way, did you guys see it?"

In fact, they made some mistakes during the battle. When the fear monster fled this way, they naturally saw it.

Now they are asking questions knowingly because they want to know the whereabouts of the remnant soul of the fear monster.

The dwarf Linglan Bronzebeard stood beside Roy, raised his head and said unceremoniously:

"It hit, and then the remaining soul was purified by Roy, but nothing was left."

Dwarf Linglan Bronzebeard didn't say a word if there were any unnecessary words.

The strong Silver Moon Elf did not continue the conversation. After all, there were some mistakes when they killed the fear monster, and they also obtained the Dark World of Warcraft materials. If they chat a few more words, once they talk about the distribution of Dark World of Warcraft materials, the atmosphere will change. It might get awkward.

At this time, they naturally had to join the main force as soon as possible.

So a group of six people got together, and since there was no serious problem with each other, they got back on the road and moved forward according to the agreed place.

…

The black desert has no end as far as the eye can see. If it weren't for the broken road signs along the way, they would probably get lost in this endless desert.

Walking on the desert is very exhausting.

But this time, the dwarves Linglan, Bronzebeard and Roy behaved calmly, and Roy no longer looked that sickly...

Halfway through, the Silver Moon Elf strongman looked at the endless sea of ​​sand, licked his dry lips, and said to the five people following him: "We have been walking for so long, let's take a rest first."

This time Roy did not sit down on the soft sand, but did some body stretching exercises on the spot. Since he no longer needed to drink the holy water, Roy did not need to keep his stomach. As long as he could take one more sip, he would give it to himself. Fill yourself up with water...

Now he could sit down and eat a roomful of breadfruit, which he sprinkled with salt to make it taste sweeter.

The dwarf uncle is standing next to Roy. I have to say that the dwarf is really strong. No matter how he walks, except for his short legs and slow speed, he will not show fatigue...

Just as Roy pinched the breadfruit and put it into his mouth, he noticed that the Silver Moon Elf Sword Dancer had untied the shoulder armor and breastplate of the heavy armor, revealing a shallow scratch on his shoulder. The wound is not big, but there is some dark energy around the wound.

Seeing Roy's concerned gaze, the Silver Moon Elf Sword Dancer smiled at Roy very politely, without making any invitation to purify the dark energy.

Probably he knew that Roy was not in good condition recently.

The dark aura clearly eroded his shoulder. He just sprinkled a bottle of antidote potion on his shoulder and looked like he was about to bandage the wound hastily.

Roy stood up and walked over, saying to the elf ranger who was helping to bandage, "Let me do it!"

The elf ranger immediately gave up his position obediently and looked at Roy with a strange expression.

A ball of holy light appeared again in Roy's hand. Perhaps it was because his affinity with the holy light had been greatly improved. When Roy used the purification technique, he no longer needed to draw divine patterns. That prayer even made sense. He was vague, but a ray of holy light shone on the shoulder of the Silver Moon Elf Sword Dancer.

'purification'

The dark energy on the wound quickly dissipated, and Roy skillfully used a short dagger to remove the flesh that had mutated due to the dark energy. He took out a crochet hook with a piece of thin thread from the medical bag, and divided it into two by three strokes. The wound was sutured up.

Finally, he applied some hemostatic ointment and said to the Elf Sword Dancer:

"Try not to get water on the wound for two days to avoid infection."

"Okay, that's enough."

Roy quickly packed up the medical bag and returned to sit down next to Linglan Bronzebeard with a normal expression.

The dwarf Linglan Bronzebeard was putting his iron boots on his feet again. At this time, he couldn't help but ask Roy:

"Don't you mind if they alienate you like this? You still have to help them get rid of the dark energy..."

Roy shook his head, lowered his head and said:

"If you think about it from another angle, if outsiders join my adventure group, I probably won't be willing to take them out hunting. It's good that they are willing to take me."

Linglan Bronzebeard dusted off his beard and said happily:

"It's really rare for you to think like this!"

"I have met many elves, most of them are arrogant and always self-righteous..."

Roy quickly interrupted him: "Hey, I can only be regarded as half an elf!"

At this time, the powerful Silver Moon Elf came back from the front. While everyone was resting, he went out alone to explore the way. I heard him say to everyone:

"The large army is much faster than us. If we want to gather at the next meeting point, we have to speed up!"

After the group rested for a while, they continued walking along this road.

…

Finally, before the sky completely darkened, the powerful Silver Moon Elf led a group of six people to catch up with the large army.

When Byron Thor saw Linglan Bronzebeard and Roy returning safely, he immediately let go of his anxious heart and waved vigorously towards the two of them.

Linglan Bronzebeard strode over. He was carrying a heavy armor, but he could still walk as fast as he could. He was really as strong as a bull...

Roy also wanted to walk over, but was stopped by Alvin the Great Swordsman.

The great swordsman of the Silver Moon Elf possesses the demeanor of a master. Although he has not yet entered the third rank, Roy has an intuition that it will be a matter of time for the great swordsman Alvin to be promoted to the third rank master...

This great swordsman is also a very capable leader. He can basically make fair judgments in the adventure group, and will not make people feel that he is partial to the Silver Moon Elves.

Alvin took Roy to the fire and asked Roy to sit down next to him.

"Are you feeling better?"

The great swordsman Alvin only said one sentence, which shocked Roy.

"Much better," Roy replied.

Great Swordsman Alvin nodded to Roy and said:

"It seems... when you feel unwell, it is still very beneficial to get out and do some exercise!"

He paused, his eyes fell on Roy's face, and said kindly:

"And... it is still necessary to have an outstanding priest in the team."

"In fact, my original idea was to invite a priest of the Moon Temple. My best friend Arya is a very outstanding priest of the Moon Temple. Unfortunately, she can't come to Golfito at this time. But now I can only say: Roy, your performance has exceeded my expectations by a lot."

The great swordsman Alvin smiled kindly at Roy.

"In fact, I have heard of your name. Not only is your name very famous in the Partington plane, but many Silver Moon elves in the capital of Buenos Aires also know you. Someone accused you of killing a descendant of a Silver Moon elf noble and persecuting many Silver Moon elf mine owners in the Pagisto Plateau. They were originally only required to serve their sentences, but because of you, many mine owners were forced to embark on the road of escape and died in the mountains and swamps."

"Many nobles are proposing to the Elf Elder Council to take you back to Buenos for trial, but the summons of the Elf Elder Council was suppressed by the 17th Silver Pegasus Legion."

"Until you led the mine guards into Golfito and guarded the gate to the dark land, those voices subsided a little."

Roy looked at the Great Swordsman Alvin.

Roy had never heard of the information that the Great Swordsman Alvin said before.

Right behind Great Swordsman Alvin, a Silver Moon Elf Swordsman suddenly appeared and urged Roy:

"Roy, don't waste your time in the army. You should join a mercenary group and adventure around the world. Join our team. Our mercenary group is in need of an outstanding priest like you!"

Great Swordsman Alvin glared at the Silver Moon Elf Swordsman and told him to shut up.

He said to Roy:

"In fact, I also suggest that you should travel more while you are young."

He showed a helpless bitter smile on his face and continued:

"Once you are old, the shackles around you are like countless ropes that will tie you up tightly, and even make you unable to breathe, and you still have to drag these ropes on your body and move forward. At that time, don't even mention being able to walk around everywhere, even wanting to turn around and look at the scenery along the way may be a luxury."

"So, we elves have such a long life, we must travel at the best time!"

The light around the camp gradually dimmed, and Roy, with a faint sacred aura on his body, pondered alone in front of the campfire for a long time...