Path of Light.

Chapter 769 770. The Treasure of the Gray Dwarf
The gray dwarf leader saw a golden tree emitting sacred light appear behind Roy. The tree was dozens of meters high, and its crown was covered with gorgeous and dazzling golden leaves. The tree was full of budding flowers of light. His heart sank instantly.

He had a strong bad feeling in his heart that the battle priest in front of him was not someone he could easily mess with...

Sure enough, when the first silver hammer flew over, the gray dwarf leader found that this silver hammer was unstoppable.

When the hammer hit him, it dissipated into countless holy lights, which instantly turned into silver shackles that locked his body in place, making him unable to move...

Then a second silver hammer appeared in sight.

The gray dwarf leader took a deep breath, and the shadow of the dwarf king behind him, under his full strength, placed the giant war hammer in front of the gray dwarf leader.

The second silver hammer was completely blocked by the war hammer, and the shadow of the dwarf king began to disintegrate...

The real crisis came when the third silver hammer flew over again.
The gray dwarf leader watched helplessly as the silver hammer pierced through the steel plate on his chest at lightning speed. He felt a sharp pain and the huge impact force made his body fly backwards. A big hole was gouged in his chest by the huge impact force of the silver hammer, and he fell awkwardly on the stone beam at the entrance of the bunker.

He then rolled onto the pile of corpses at the entrance. Although he was still conscious, his body was no longer under his control.

He couldn't even feel the pain, as all his strength was taken away by the sacred aura.

The gray dwarf leader wanted to lower his head to take a look at the wound on his chest, but he found a bloody hole the size of a bowl on his chest, and the breastplate was sunken inward, deeply embedded in the flesh of his chest.

The world in his eyes began to lose its color, everything around him was blood red, and then it was pitch black.

The gray dwarf leader fell in a pool of blood and slowly closed his eyes.

Before he died, he still held the chain hammer tightly in his hand.

The gray dwarf bandits hiding in the entrance passage of the underground castle saw their leader lying in a pool of blood and let out a cry of grief at the same time.

The group of elves outside didn't leave them any chance to survive...

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The southern slope of the active volcano on Kui Island is almost covered with exposed black volcanic rocks. There is no vegetation here, and only some volcanic ash remains in the cracks of the rocks after being washed by rain.

This is a secret exit built by the gray dwarf bandits in the underground castle of Kui Island.

The exit looked like a crack left by years of rock weathering. Doyle stretched out a strong hand to grab the edge of the rock and squeezed his beer belly out of the crack.

When designing this secret exit, the architect only designed it according to the regular body shape of the gray dwarves. Little did they know that some gray dwarves' stomachs would swell to a size thicker than an oak barrel after drinking too much beer, which directly made it extremely difficult to squeeze out of this secret exit.

Doyle cursed under his breath and hid behind the black volcanic rock to catch his breath.

He wanted to investigate the situation at some port docks. It was said that the elves had occupied the docks last night.

The chief sent him to investigate the situation in order to see if there was a chance to recapture a few sailboats...

This time the elves suddenly attacked the island of Kuei, and all the gray dwarves, including him, were caught off guard by this wave of surprise attack and were unprepared.

For so many years, the 17th Silver Pegasus Legion had not even left the Queen Eweni Islands, and they gradually relaxed their vigilance. Who would have thought that such an elven army would suddenly rush out and block them in the underground castle...

There were nearly 10,000 gray dwarf warriors stationed at the dock, but they were defeated by the elven army in one blow last night. This was what the gray dwarves could not accept the most.

After all, dwarves are usually known for their strength. When they put on the carefully crafted dwarf chain armor, they have almost the strongest defense in land warfare. The Silver Moon Elf Guard on Queen Ivni Islands has never been a match for the gray dwarf warriors.

The only danger to the gray dwarves is those annoying Silver Pegasus Knights.

But just last night, the elves completely overturned the perception of the gray dwarves. A group of elven warriors wearing silver standard armor defeated the most elite gray dwarf war group on the dock in one fell swoop, killing these gray dwarf warriors without even a chance to fight back...

What’s even more hateful is that this elven army is actually blocking the gate of the underground castle. No matter how many gray dwarf warriors rush out, they will be shot into hedgehogs by the elven warriors.

The magic arrows they carried seemed to cost nothing.

This was simply the most elite elven army Doyle had ever encountered.

Doyle took a breath.

Although he is a fat man, he is also a top treasure hunter and is very good at camouflage.

Crouching behind the volcanic rock, Doyle, wearing a black cloak, ran down the hillside little by little. Soon he found the elf patrol team at the foot of the mountain. He simply pressed his body against the trunk of a big tree and quietly pulled off his cloak. The leather armor he was wearing inside was the same color as the bark.

He waited motionlessly for the elf patrol to leave, then continued to grope towards the dock.

Doyle knew that there would be many elven patrols and outposts along the way from the dock to the underground castle. He circled along the volcano to the east of the island, and then approached the dock along the edge of the jungle.

Although they encountered several elf patrols along the way, Doyle was lucky enough to avoid them all.

Doyle touched his face with his big hand and poked his head out from the bushes to look towards the dock. He actually saw thousands of unarmed gray dwarf compatriots standing on the dock. These gray dwarves were tied together with ropes and all squatting on the dock.

Doyle was actually a little puzzled at this time. The gray dwarf warriors who were pirates were good at swimming. They were tied with ropes and squatting on the dock, but no one tried to struggle and jump into the sea to escape.

A group of elven warriors were guarding the dock. There were only one or two hundred of them, but they were able to guard thousands of gray dwarf captives.

He found an opportunity, rushed out of the jungle, ran to the beach at the fastest speed, and then dived into the sea. He pinched his nose and swam forward along the seabed.

Doyle is a very good swimmer. He can swim in the sea with his eyes open and can dive hundreds of meters in one breath. He deliberately swam some distance into the deep sea before changing direction and approaching the pier.

Suddenly, a figure passed by Doyle. Doyle thought it was a big fish in the shallow water. He turned his head to look, but he did not see the shadow of the big fish.

He slowed down and was about to stick his head out of the water to breathe, but just as his mouth was above water, he felt a strong arm strangle his neck.

Doyle immediately threw an elbow backwards and used his other hand to tightly grasp the arm that was strangling his neck. A bone spur pierced his palm.

Doyle's head emerged from the sea and he let out a scream.

He used his strong arms to break free from the hard arm, and turned around to see a siren warrior covered with scales pulling out a dagger from his waist and stabbing it towards his ribs.

Doyle's body immediately turned to stone. The dagger pierced his left rib with a 'ding' sound, but did not pierce his stone skin.

Doyle raised his fist and punched the Siren Warrior in the face.

The siren warrior was knocked away, and Doyle didn't dare to fight at all. He immediately swam more than ten meters towards the shore, then stood up and ran into the woods like crazy. But when he ran to the edge of the dense forest, he found that there were hundreds of gray dwarves digging holes with hoes behind the sand dunes, and there were only a dozen elven guards holding longbows watching them.

After these gray dwarf fellows dug the sand pit, other gray dwarves threw a large number of gray dwarf corpses into the sand pit for burial.

Doyle turned around and wanted to run in another direction, but he was on the top of a sand dune. When he turned around and ran, he was not careful and stepped on the soft sand, causing the entire dune to slide.

The elven warriors who were supervising the gray dwarves digging a pit immediately discovered Doyle, and the elves blew their whistles.

Doyle rushed into the jungle in panic. His fat body was like a cannonball, crashing directly into the jungle next to the beach.

Just as his body flew into the dense forest, a hand stretched out from behind a tree trunk. In that hand was a sword, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at his stomach. If Doyle did not change the direction of his running, his stomach would surely be cut open by this sword.

But if he changes direction at this time, he must slow down...

Before Doyle could make a choice, a fishing net fell down on his head, wrapping him up in it, and he fell to the ground in an instant...

The Dark Moon Elf warrior jumped out from behind the tree, chased to Doyle with a long sword in his hand, and pointed the sword at Doyle.

The gray dwarf Doyle turned pale, and he tried to take the axe from his lower back.

But the elf guard stood outside the fishing net, holding a long sword against Doyle's neck. The tip of the sword penetrated a little, and Doyle's blood kept flowing out along the tip of the sword like blood beads with a broken string.

Doyle quickly let go of the axe, letting it fall to the sand.

The tip of the sword finally stopped and did not continue to pierce the neck...

Doyle was trembling all over at this time. If the elf guard stabbed the sword deeper, he would probably be able to cut his throat.

Doyle was like a wild animal trapped in a fishing net, and he roared angrily:
"You despicable elves only know how to launch sneak attacks. Let's fight on the sea!"

"Tiffany, what on earth is this shorty yelling about?"

Jie Zena came running from the direction of the sea, all wet, and asked Miss Tiffany behind her.

Miss Tiffany could only understand some simple dwarven language. Doyle spoke too fast just now, and Tiffany did not understand at all, so she said to Zeena:

"Who knows? Never mind. I think he's quite capable. If we send him to Roy, we might be able to get some useful information..."

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In fact, Jie Zena not only sent the treasure hunter Doyle to Roy, but also sent a group of gray dwarves who she thought were the leaders to Roy.

Roy asked the Dark Moon Elves to interrogate the gray dwarf leaders and learn from them about the situation of the underground castle...

These Dark Moon Elf assassins were almost all trained by Captain Tennyson, and they also had some experience in torture. They simply separated all the Gray Dwarf leaders and interrogated them individually.

Then kill those gray dwarves who give different answers first, and then interrogate them separately. Their answers will suddenly become surprisingly consistent.

Through interrogation, Roy learned that there were nearly 30,000 gray dwarves living in the underground castle. Although the underground castle had some secret passages, the passages were narrow and difficult to navigate, and were not suitable for the gray dwarves to escape on a large scale.

"Boss, this fat man ran out of the underground castle. Do you want to talk to him?"

The adjutant walked quickly to Roy's side and asked.

Behind him followed a gray dwarf bandit, who was escorted by two elven guards.

Roy turned his head and looked at the gray dwarf Doyle. He stood in front of Doyle and asked the fat gray dwarf:
"Where are you going after you run out of there?"

"I plan to check out the situation at the dock. If possible, I'll steal a small boat and run out to get help!" The gray dwarf Doyle said, staring at Roy.

Captain Jeroin could understand the dwarven language, so he gave Roy a simple translation.

"You are quite honest!"

Roy took out a bottle of mental strength potion and drank it.

He planned to hold out until night, and then let Captain Timothy replace him.

Doyle didn't expect that the highest commanders of the elven army were actually a few humans, and there were even some human priests among them. Now he finally understood why the gray dwarf warriors on the dock were defeated so miserably.

These priests are the standard auxiliary troops of the Imperial Construct Knights. The Green Empire Construct Knights, which have priests, almost broke through the entire Roland Continent.

"You despicable guys, if you have the guts, just fight us gray dwarves openly on the sea." Doyle shouted at Roy.

Captain Jeroin translated it, and Roy was so angry that he almost laughed.

"You actually said we are despicable guys? You gray dwarf bandits invaded our Queen Eweni Islands without any reason. We have been fighting in this sea area for so many years, and now you actually say we are despicable guys?" Roy looked at him and said.

"Who started this trouble? Now you're talking about us!"

Roy pressed his hand to his throbbing forehead and glared at the gray dwarf Doyle.

After Captain Jeroin translated Roy's words, the gray dwarf Doyle no longer dared to contradict the young human officer.

"I'll let you see with your own eyes here...how we judge the gray dwarf bandits hiding in the underground castle!" Roy said hatefully.

Doyle was tied tightly with ropes and tied directly to the trunk of a big tree. From his side, he could just see the exit of the underground castle.

At this moment, an iron hook appeared at the exit of the underground castle, and it was hooking the bodies of the gray dwarf bandits lying at the entrance into the castle one by one.

Two hundred half-blood elves stood on the wall, holding elven longbows in their hands, waiting for the gray dwarves to show up...

Seeing the situation outside the island, Doyle, who was trapped in the tree, couldn't help but close his eyes.

Then, as if he had made a decision, he shouted at Roy: "If you are willing to let my brothers go, I can provide you with a treasure and let us make an equal exchange..."

(End of this chapter)