Path of Light.

Chapter 652: Dark Gate Camp
A group of great magicians stood in front of the magic cabin with great anger, waiting for inspection by the half-elf guards.

"Roy, these half-elf warriors of yours are really amazing..."

Mage Elaud said to Roy with an angry look on his face.

After saying that, he walked out of the magic wooden house with a stern face...

Roy followed Mage Elaud and walked out of the magic cabin quickly.

When a group of elf guards saw Roy appear, they immediately saluted him in unison.

Roy could only scold them:

"Don't you guys recognize these magicians? They have been maintaining the Dark Portal in the camp. Get out of the way..."

"Yes, boss!"

The half-elf guard captain agreed immediately.

A group of half-elf guards showed irrepressible joy on their faces, and quickly made way to let the Iron Golem drag the magic wooden house slowly into the Dark Portal Expedition camp.

Such a big commotion at the gate of the expeditionary camp had already alarmed the other guards in the camp, and even the magicians in the camp were paying attention to this side.

Seeing a steel Gollum covered in black dust dragging a magic wooden house into the camp, they all gathered towards the entrance of the camp.

These elven magicians are all members of the Magic Guild, so when they meet here, they naturally exchange pleasantries.

When the magic cabin stopped in the middle of the camp, Grand Mage Cedric walked out of the cabin with several other mages, looking at an old Silver Moon Elf with a haggard face but long silver hair. Roy found that although he looked very old, his eyes were like the brightest stars in the sky.

The magic robe he was wearing had a pattern embroidered on it of a vast starry sky.

Grand Magister Cedric bent down and saluted the old Silvermoon Elf magician.

The mages and great magicians following behind Grand Magister Cedric also bowed their heads in salute.

Grand Magister Cedric said:

"Teacher Enmans, it's great that you can come to the Dark Land. This Dark Gate was opened eleven months ago..."

Magician Enmans waved his hand gently and said in a calm voice:

"I have almost understood the details. We will discuss the solution later. This time you boldly entered the dark land to capture the lich. It was a risky move, but so far, you have done a good job."

A group of magicians surrounded the old magician Enmans and walked into the house they built next to the Dark Portal.

……

Roy was surrounded by a group of half-elf guards and walked into the expeditionary camp guard tent.

Hiding in the magic wooden house, Leia withdrew her gaze.

Alice was looking at the backs of those half-blood elves through the glass window...

"Alice, what he told us is true. He said he is the leader of this half-elf guard. I didn't quite believe it at first, but now... I think we must seize this opportunity. I want to stay with him and become his follower. I must prove to him that I can help him, and then let him take us with him. This way, we don't have to worry about your condition anymore." Leah whispered to Alice.

She has always insisted on her own opinion, and now it seems that her choice was not wrong...

"Just let it be, Leah. I'm much better now." Alice responded in a low voice.

She knew what she would pay if she made this choice, so she didn't want her to do this. But sometimes, Leah's execution was very strong, and she would rarely change her mind once she made a decision...

Sure enough, Leah waved her hand and said to Alice:

"No, I think you can get better. Maybe as long as we leave the dark land, you can live a normal life like the elves. I think the elf continent must be great."

Alice lowered her eyes and whispered to Leah, "It doesn't matter where I live."

Leah held Alice's shoulders and asked her to turn around. The two hugged each other tightly, looking out the window with their heads against each other. Leah put her arm around Alice's shoulders, pointed at the dark door in the expeditionary camp, and whispered, "They said that if you go through this door, you can reach the elf continent."

Alice was startled and quickly covered Leah's mouth with her hand and warned him:

"Leah, don't mess around."

Leah pushed Alice's hand away and whispered to her, "Of course I won't do that, Alice. He is the leader of the guards stationed at the Dark Gate. As long as I stay with him, I will have a chance to pass through that door, and the same goes for you."

"..."

Alice didn't know what to say, because at this moment, she was a little moved by what Leah said.

Leah whispered in a very emotional voice:
"Alice, I want to visit that beautiful country they talked about."

"I want to go too……"

……

Deputy Captain Timothy stood in the middle of the tent, holding a stack of documents that was a foot thick and placed them in front of Roy.

Then he took a half step back, and his long leather boots made a crisp sound on the floor.

"These are the documents that need your personal signature during your absence from the Dark Gate Expeditionary Camp." Deputy Captain Timothy said to Roy.

Roy said with a bitter face:
"so much!"

Deputy Headmaster Timothy spread his hands, made a helpless expression, and then said:
"Calculate how long you have been away from home. Here is also a letter from Mulin. Everything is going well on the Pagisto Plateau in the Partington plane. They have handed over all the mines in the Caldeum Mountains to the Legion Headquarters as you instructed. However, the new managers sent by the Legion Headquarters seem to have encountered some minor troubles. They cannot hire miners in the Partington plane, so the reconstruction of the mines is progressing very slowly."

When Roy heard that the 17th Silver Pegasus Legion had decided to enter the Pagisto Plateau, he sighed and said:
"I can't help with this kind of thing."

Deputy Head Timothy then reported:
"They transferred a group of gray dwarf prisoners from the Parram Prison. These gray mice that like to dig holes may be difficult to control once they enter the mines. For this reason, the military also transferred a Silver Moon Elf Guard to be responsible for the security management of the mines. Currently, the silver production of the mines is not much, and the four mines are temporarily in a state of deficit."

Roy scratched his head, thought for a while and then said, "Then let's ignore them for now and let them figure it out themselves. I'll write a letter to Mu Lin later."

"Yes." Deputy Captain Timothy agreed.

Roy asked again: "What's the situation at the Dark Gate Expeditionary Camp?"

Deputy Headmaster Timothy quickly spread a map on the table and introduced:

"Four months ago, there was a black tide here, but this place is well hidden, and the buildings in the camp did not suffer any damage."

He paused for a moment and then continued:
"During the period when you were away from the camp, our trade volume in the Dark Land decreased dramatically. Up to now, the trade of Warcraft materials has almost completely stagnated." Roy knew this would happen.

When I am not at the Dark Gate Expedition Camp, this trade route may be of no use...

He frowned and turned to ask the assistant beside him: "How much dark magic beast materials have we stockpiled recently?"

"There are almost 60,000 pieces, which almost uses up all our soul crystals and magic crystals."

The assistant standing behind Roy answered.

Roy took a deep breath and said in surprise:

"You bought so much. Well, I'll find a way to transport it to Golfito in the next few days."

Deputy Captain Timothy continued, "In addition, our reconnaissance team discovered traces of a dark army's activities in a deep valley one hundred kilometers away."

Roy asked in confusion, "Why did they run so far? When we go out for reconnaissance, we must make sure they pay attention to their safety."

Deputy Head Timothy immediately said, “I always ask them to do this before we set out.”

"Do you know which dark army it is?" Roy asked curiously.

"It should be an army of Nakma demons." Deputy Captain Timothy replied.

Roy nodded.

Then, he saw the map of the Dark Land hanging on the wall of the tent. Lines and annotations had been added to many blank areas. It seemed that it was explored by the Assassin Corps.

After Deputy Captain Timothy reported on the unfinished work of the Guard Regiment, he left.

Roy returned to his own little tent.

Although the tent was a bit small, the facilities inside were quite complete. In addition to the bed and desk, a small space separated at the back was converted by Roy into a very small bathroom with a bathtub in it. There was almost no other extra space.

Roy filled the tub with water and then immersed his entire body in it.

Roy was wrapped in the water and sank completely...

After a long while, Roy came out of the water. He saw a pile of letters on the tray. He immediately wiped the water off his hands and picked up the pile of letters.

A ball of holy light lit up above his head, and he casually flipped through the pile of letters.

There was actually a letter from Ms. Belinda.

Roy couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Ms. Belinda had finally completed her journey to the kingdom of the Wood Elf and returned to Castletown.

When Ms. Belinda heard that Roy had become the head of the 17th Silver Pegasus Legion's external guard regiment, her tone was filled with indescribable surprise...

She talked a lot...

Then came the letters from Moira and Sabrina, six in all.

At first, the two sisters were still talking about the recent situation in Castletown...

Later, they both started complaining that Roy never replied to their letters...

The last letter expressed some concern about what might have happened to Roy in Golfito. If this was not the mysterious Golfito Canyon, perhaps both of them would already be on the way.

Tiffany, Woods, and Claire also wrote to Roy, but they were attached to Moira's letterhead.

His friends were all doing well so far, so Roy had nothing to worry about.

In fact, what he was most worried about was the Partington plane...

Because the magic airship shipping closely connects Padstow City, Plateau City and Sun Island Bay, Padstow Plateau and Sun Island Bay suddenly entered the fast lane of development.

A large number of elven merchants have poured into the Pagisto Plateau, and now outsiders account for one-third of the total population of the city.

The only trouble is this:

As the Partington plane gradually prospered, the Silver Moon Elf nobles began to pay attention to this plane that was rich in magical herbs.

Many Silver Moon Elf nobles have publicly stated that the Partington plane should not be handed over to the half-blood elves...

The rapid rise of the Partington plane can no longer be suppressed by the elven nobles with just a few words.

The rise of this seat is closely related to the booming magic herb business...

The half-blood elves have always been eager to have an independent half-blood elf living area, and the Partington plane is such a suitable habitat for half-blood elves to live in. Now the Silver Moon elves and the half-blood elves have been arguing over this matter.

Roy rubbed his forehead. He was really worried that Earl Swinburne would not be able to withstand the pressure and make this argument even worse...

……

The magician built a row of very private wooden houses next to the Dark Portal. Ten magicians sat around the conference table, all looking towards the old magician sitting in the main seat.

The other great magicians are not qualified to sit in the meeting room and listen for the time being...

Magician Ensman knocked on the table, and the conference room instantly became quiet. He set his eyes on the face of Grand Mage Cedric and said:
"Cedric, you guys have done a pretty good job of remediation here. I have a relatively short trip ahead, and there is a war going on near the Cassiopeia Nebula in the Outlands. I can't stay here for too long, but I will help you solve some problems before I leave."

"The four liches are in good condition now. I saw the source of mana under the Dark Portal. Next, we will go to the underground secret room and replace a few liches..."

"As for the fallen angels, I'm afraid it's really hard to find them. Maybe there are still fallen angels in some planes in the Cassiopeia Nebula, but it should be impossible to catch them."

Grand Magister Cedric coughed, then said:

"Teacher, we have searched the entire Haiti, but unfortunately we only found four liches. We will continue searching along the expedition route."

Magician Ensman just nodded and said nothing.

The engraving pen in his hand was never idle, always drawing magic patterns and arrays on the parchment.

After a while, Magician Ensman handed the parchment to Magician Wesley, who was good at setting up magic circles, and said to him: "The damaged magic circle in the center of the magic core should be repaired according to the plan I gave. Next, let's see how to seal those liches. Let's go, everyone should go and take a look!"

(End of this chapter)