Path of Light.

Chapter 585 586. The Priest in Trouble 2
It was just the time when day and night changed in the Dark Land. The surroundings gradually darkened, and dark creatures like groups of black mist appeared outside the expeditionary camp.

These low-level dark creatures had no intelligence at all. They floated in the air purely on instinct. When they sensed the sacred aura emanating from Roy, they quickly rushed towards him.

Roy also knew that he couldn't stay outside the camp for too long. It would be fine if he attracted the low-level dark creatures around the camp, but if his aura attracted high-level dark creatures, it would be the biggest trouble for the expeditionary camp.

The half-elf warriors stood inside the magic shield and saw black mist rushing towards Roy, so they waved their hands vigorously at him.

Roy saw that the priest's body was covered with scars, with a spider-web of black blood vessels exposed on his body. The dark energy had already invaded his body...

Roy reached out and touched the priest's arm that was wrapped in black air, and the black air on the priest's arm quickly dissipated.

Turning his head and seeing the warnings from the half-elf warriors, Roy quickly grabbed the priest's arms. Instead of carrying the priest on his shoulders, he pulled his arms and dragged him back to the camp along the ground.

The low-level dark creatures around him entangled with Roy, but were burned by the holy light above his head and dissipated directly...

The dark creatures continued to dissipate, and new dark creatures rushed up and surrounded Roy.

The holy light above Roy's head became weaker and weaker, and finally went out completely. The primary dark creatures suddenly wrapped around Roy, but Roy pulled out the holy scepter from his waist. He injected a trace of holy light power into the holy scepter, and instantly the ball on the top of the holy scepter emitted a dazzling holy light.

The strong holy light shone through those dark creatures, and countless dark creatures were shattered under the illumination of the holy light.

Roy dragged the unconscious priest with one hand and held the sacred scepter with the other, and quickly ran back to the expeditionary camp surrounded by a group of half-elf warriors.

When Roy entered the magic shield of the expeditionary camp, those low-level dark creatures immediately lost their targets and wandered aimlessly in the dark wilderness again.

A group of half-elf warriors wanted to come over to help, but Roy stopped them:

"Don't come over here yet..."

As he spoke, Roy, with a dark aura all over his body, dragged the unconscious priest to the edge of the pool. He scooped a spoonful of holy water from the pool and poured it into the unconscious priest first, then recited a prayer and drew a simple divine pattern.

'Purification'

This was the magic that his good friend Jasper taught him when he was alive.

A ray of holy light fell from above Roy's head. Under the holy light, the dark aura on Roy's body quickly evaporated.

Roy squatted beside the old priest and performed a purification spell on him again. The strong holy light dispelled the dark aura accumulated in the old priest's body, but he did not wake up immediately.

His body was covered with scratches. The largest wound was on his right shoulder behind his back. It was a wound more than 20 centimeters long and covered with black and purple scabs.

Roy cast the Holy Light Spell again. A beam of holy light turned into starlight and fell on the old priest's shoulder. However, the wound did not heal as Roy expected - quickly.

The old priest's breath was already very weak. Apart from a priest robe and a tattered cloak, there was almost nothing in his waist pocket except a torn sacred prayer book.

He lay barefoot beside the pool...

Seeing that the holy light magic had no effect on the old priest, Roy thought he would die in a coma. After thinking about it, he took out a bottle of high-quality healing potion from his waist bag, pulled out the cork from the bottle, and poured all the light red liquid in the bottle into the old priest's stomach.

The old priest's stomach made a slight rumbling sound.

"Just let him lie here, maybe there's hope he'll come back to life..."

When Roy said this, he actually didn't have any hope...

The old priest still has a breath of air left, and if he swallows it, he might die.

He was a very old half-elf, with a thin frame covered by a layer of loose old skin.

Roy even wanted the half-elf warriors to find a place outside the camp, dig a hole, and bury the old priest after he took his last breath.

It's time to patrol the magic tower. This is the most important thing the mine guards have to do every day in the expedition camp.

Roy personally led the team to inspect every time. After Roy inspected the sixteen magic towers, it was completely dark outside the camp, which meant that the dark land had entered daytime...

Roy returned to the pool, where Timothy and a group of Dark Moon Elf warriors were gathered.

“Is life here boring? Do you regret staying at Murayaki Port in Sheep Horn Fjord? You can just find a ship and return to Saint Margaret Port in Evernight Forest!”

Roy sat next to Captain Timothy, resting his head on the stone wall beside the pool, looking up at the shield formed by sixteen arcs of magic light, and spoke casually.

Captain Timothy was polishing a bull horn dagger. Seeing Roy sitting down and asking this, he sneered and said:
"Actually, the environment here is not bad. At least the environment in the expeditionary camp is better than the spinel mine. Moreover, we Dark Moon Elves are very accustomed to life in this dark world. Boss, when are we going to try to hunt the dark creatures outside?"

"Aren't you afraid that if we act rashly, some high-level dark creatures will target us and expose the expeditionary camp?" Roy asked.

"There must be a way to solve this problem, and it should be easy. Otherwise, the expeditionary force of the Statue of Liberty will not be able to fight in the dark land..."

Captain Timothy said casually.

A half-elf warrior quickly walked up to Roy and said to him:

"Boss, the priest you rescued has woken up!"

Roy stood up from the pool and walked directly to where the old priest was lying. As expected, he saw the ragged old priest wrapped in a blanket. He looked very weak, but his hand, as dry as a chicken claw, was holding a cup and drinking warm lemon tea. In his other hand, he was holding a piece of elf biscuit.

It can be seen that he eats very hard, but he is very serious...

Even when Roy came over, he didn't disturb him while eating.

The half-elf warrior at the side reminded the old priest: "This is our leader. He was the one who dragged you in from outside the camp just now..."

The old priest seemed to have heard nothing and continued to eat the elf cookies indifferently.

After finishing the elf biscuits in his hand, the old priest stopped. He was silent for a moment before he raised his head with difficulty, looked at Roy with cloudy eyes, and asked Roy in a hoarse voice:
"Do you know where all the priests of this camp have gone?"

"They went to the Isness Expeditionary Camp. The Dark Gate Expeditionary Camp was officially taken over by the Silver Moon Elf Legion half a month ago."

Roy sat opposite the old priest and explained.

The old priest nodded slightly, drank the lemon tea in the cup in one gulp, and then put the cup aside. He looked alive, at least there was some color in his eyes and his lips were moist.

"I am the leader of the expeditionary force's seventh search team, responsible for searching for the whereabouts of the goddess in the depths of the dark land. The direction our team is responsible for searching is not the direction the expeditionary force is heading, so this time when we returned from the depths of the dark land, we did not meet the expeditionary force."

The old priest spoke in a low voice, and Roy had to listen carefully to understand what he was saying...

"Did your search team find the whereabouts of the Statue of Liberty?" Roy couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

The old priest rolled his eyes, glanced at Roy, and sat there without saying a word.

"Where do you want to go now? Is there anything we can help you with?" Roy asked again.

"I want to rest in this expedition camp for two days, and then I will set off for the Isnes expedition camp. If it is convenient, can you give me a few more biscuits?" said the old priest.

"……certainly!"

Roy waved to the half-elf warrior beside him, and the half-elf warrior immediately took out a few elf biscuits and handed them to the old priest.

The old priest took the elf cookies, nodded slightly to Roy, wrapped himself in a blanket, leaned against the stone wall beside the pool, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep...

Roy was left standing there awkwardly.

……

During the next two days, the old priest was almost always sleeping. He was not awake very often, but whenever he was awake, he would eat a piece of elf biscuit and then keep scooping holy water from the pool, pouring it over his head spoon by spoon. He looked as if he couldn't wait to soak in the holy water.

When the half-elf warriors were distributing breadfruit, the half-elf warrior in charge of distributing food also took the initiative to give the old priest a piece of breadfruit pulp.

The old priest did not reject the half-elf warrior's kindness. He did not say any words of thanks, but just nodded silently.

Often, the priests of the Statue of Liberty would always mention the Statue of Liberty, for example, they would always say: "The Holy Light will protect you!" But this old priest would never say these words...

He respected any food, and his stomach was like a bottomless pit. No matter what food the half-elf warrior gave him, he could eat it effortlessly.

His body recovered quickly and he was able to walk around the camp in just one day.

Roy felt that he must be a very devout believer. Although he never prayed in the camp, his eyes showed indifference to life and death. When he looked towards the Isnes Expeditionary Force camp, the determination in his eyes...

The old priest is not afraid of death, but now he wants to live desperately.

Roy did not ask the old priest about things he did not want to talk about, but casually asked him about High Priest Reed.

The old priest said he didn't know High Priest Reed.

Roy had expected this result, so he wasn't too disappointed...

Although he failed to get any information from High Priest Reed, Roy did learn another thing from him: how to avoid the perception of dark creatures outside the camp.

In fact, the method is very simple. The priests who enter the dark land actually have a magic cloak.

This kind of magic cloak is not a precious item. It is made of magic pattern cloth and can be bought in some magic shops.

In order to conceal the magical aura on their bodies, many magicians often put on such a magic cloak when they go out.

This magical cloak can hide the wearer's original aura...

The cloak that the old priest was wearing, which had been torn into rags, was actually originally a magic cloak. However, it had been worn for too long and had completely lost its ability to block out magical auras.

The old priest told Roy that most ordinary dark creatures were gatherings of dark energy without any consciousness. They wandered around in the dark land, driven by instinct...

As long as you put on a magic cloak and go out at night in the dark land, those ordinary dark creatures will be like blind and will most likely not be discovered.

But it is not possible during the day in the dark land. During the day, dark creatures are more active, and their perception is greatly enhanced. There will be many high-level dark creatures running around, and it will be very troublesome if they find you...

Even more powerful than advanced dark creatures are those dark creatures with elementary intelligence, such as the shadow demons and death scythes wandering in the wilderness.

The old priest really rested for two days in the expedition camp, and then dragged his tired body towards the Isnes expedition camp...

……

In the third week after the mine guards moved into the expeditionary camp at the Dark Portal, a half-elf warrior finally learned the art of low-light illumination under Roy's careful instruction.

With the nourishment of holy water, their bodies can also contain a trace of holy light power, and have a little affinity with the sacred elements...

Although this magic is not easy to learn, it can effectively dispel the dark energy.

Roy applied to Legion Commander Gabreth for a batch of magic cloaks, and the legion commander readily agreed.

These magic cloaks need to be shipped from the city of Murayaki, so Roy has to wait at least a month.

The magicians who were repairing the Dark Portal heard from somewhere that Roy needed a magic cloak, so they took the initiative to find Roy and gave him a magic cloak with magic power amplification.

This is a black cloak with magic patterns embroidered with gold thread on the inside.

Roy felt that if he put it on, he would be able to blend completely into the darkness.

With such a magic cloak that can block the perception of dark creatures, Roy wanted to try to walk outside the camp.

Roy chose a night in the dark land. A light red sky appeared in the sky, and many creatures in the dark world disappeared silently from the wilderness. Then he put on the magic cloak and quietly walked out of the expeditionary camp.

As expected, if you walk out of the camp wearing a magic cloak, you will not be noticed by the dark creatures outside.

Roy stood outside the camp and hesitated for a moment, but decided to walk out of the valley and take a look outside the valley...

(End of this chapter)