Path of Light.

Chapter 852 853. Naga Sea Tribe
Inside the jungle, beams of holy light fell on the half-elf guards.

This holy beam of light quickly restored the half-blood elf guards' physical strength...

Afterwards, the priests would desperately bless the half-blood elf warriors with divine spells...

Holy Light is like free.

The wounds of the injured half-blood elves were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Their wounds were simply rinsed with clean water, and were not even sutured or bandaged. They waited for the priests to cast the "Holy Light Spell" to heal their wounds.

When the fight just started, the gray dwarf bandits didn't realize that there were so many priests hiding in the opposing camp.

But now this group of priests were releasing their magic like crazy, which really scared the gray dwarf bandits.

If we had seen divine arts of this strength constantly falling on the half-elf camp from the very beginning, what would the point of fighting be!
They were wounded, and they healed in no time.

Their bodies were extremely tired, but they could recover in an instant...

With the blessing of divine magic, these half-elves are invincible and cannot be killed or tired.

When the gray dwarf bandits saw Commander Mazio's head being smashed by the chain hammer in the hands of the opposing officer, they could no longer remain calm and continue to fight desperately on the battlefield...

They started to run back howling...

Unexpectedly, the last straw that broke the camel's back was the unrestrained use of magic by the priests of the Knights Templar.

In fact, the priests of the Knights Templar had their reasons for doing this.

The main reason is that Boss Roy is here!

Even if the priests had used up all their holy light power, as long as Boss Roy came to the battlefield and exchanged for the sacred tree, they would be able to quickly recover their holy light power on the battlefield...

However, the danger level in the forest far exceeded the expectations of the gray dwarf bandits...

It was obviously not like this when they came in, but now the gray dwarves often have their heads strangled by a steel wire while running, and then the whole body is hung on the tree canopy. Because they are hanged to death, their fat and thick tongues stick out very long.

Some gray dwarf bandits accidentally hit the swamp. Once they stepped into a puddle, their thighs would sink directly into the mud. They would watch their bodies become silent little by little, and the more they struggled, the faster they sank.

When the muddy water covered his mouth, he would try his best to raise his head and breathe in the last breath of air...

Until the mud and water completely swallowed their bodies, and finally a few small bubbles appeared in the mud and water, and then they disappeared into the swamp.

Through the gaps in the forest, the gray dwarf bandit trapped in the swamp looked up at the sky, struggling in vain...

A fleeing gray dwarf leaned against a big tree, panting.

His legs felt a little weak, as he had just wet his pants out of fright.

The commander just died straight in the air, his head cracked open like a rotten egg falling on the ground, with all kinds of white and red stuff inside...

He was panting and wanted to run out of the jungle as quickly as possible. It seemed safer only if he returned to the beach.

But the muddy road in the woods was so bad that there were at least dozens of pounds of mud hanging on the soles of my boots.

Every step he took required five times the normal amount of effort.

He was about to rest on a big tree. Just as he was breathing heavily, his neck was suddenly strangled by an arm that stretched out from the tree. Then another arm holding a sharp dagger cut the throat of the gray dwarf robber...

These small-scale battles always occur in every corner of the jungle.

What makes the gray dwarf bandits most desperate is——

Those half-blood elves were simply invincible. No matter what time it was, there was always a group of priests standing behind them. Rays of holy light fell down, and all the half-blood elves kept rushing forward as if they were injected with chicken blood.

The jungle is full of the howling of gray dwarf bandits.

The number of gray dwarf bandits is far greater than that of half-elf guards...

When the battle began, the gray dwarves showed no signs of defeat...but when Commander Mazio fell.

At that moment, the gray dwarf army on the battlefield began to lose the will to fight.

They turned and ran towards the coastline...

But they forgot that Commander Macchio ordered twenty three-masted sailing ships to attack Heti for this landing battle.

At least half of the twenty three-masted sailing ships were unable to sail normally, and ten of them were damaged to varying degrees. The imperial crew members who remained on the three-masted sailing ships either died or escaped.

They seemed to have forgotten how muddy this jungle was. Many gray dwarf bandits fell into the swamp and were choked to death by the mud...

……

In the eastern waters of Kui Island, less than two kilometers away from the coastline, thousands of Naga warriors are slowly approaching the beach.

Miss Tiffany looked at the dark mass of Naga sea tribe in front of her and took the initiative to greet them and ask:

"This is Kuei Island, what do you want to do?"

The Naga leader swam out from a group of Nagas and said with a cold face:

"I heard that this sea area was occupied by half-blood elves. We are preparing to take it back."

Miss Tiffany was not afraid of him at all and asked directly:

"There is a war going on on the island. A group of gray dwarf bandits are fighting with the half-blood elf guards on the island in the jungle. Are you trying to take advantage of the situation and make some profit from this war?"

The Naga leader smiled disdainfully, his expression somewhat cold:
"How can it be just a small profit? Soon this place will return to the territory of the Naga Empire."

"You want to go to war with the half-blood elves?"

"They occupied our island, so of course we have to take it back."

"Didn't the half-blood elves take back this island of Que from the gray dwarves?"

The Naga leader paused and said to Miss Tiffany:
"Although it was occupied by the gray dwarves for a period of time, after all, this place originally belonged to our Naga Sea Clan."

Miss Tiffany widened her eyes, glared at the Naga leader and asked him:
"Then why don't you take it back from the duergar?"

The Naga leader was speechless when asked:

"Um...they..."

Tiffany asked again:
"Why do you think you can take this island from the half-elves? Do you know that the gray dwarves and the half-elves are fighting, and think that no matter who wins, you can just rush in and take back what belongs to you?"

"Um...this..."

Miss Tiffany asked coldly, "Don't you think it's shameful to do this?"

The Naga leader retorted to Miss Tiffany:
"We originally had these things, so there's nothing shameful about that. The question is where did you come from? Don't think you can stop us just because you have a tri-colored tail fin."

"I am standing here just to ask you, do you know who entered the Lost Sea and rescued nearly a thousand Naga sea tribesmen from Plusterton Island?"

Miss Tiffany continued to ask questions.

"They just saved our compatriots, and now we want to take advantage of them! Do we really want to do this?"

"Yes. Chief, my sister just escaped from Plusterton Island. I don't really want to be an enemy of the half-blood elves."

"My cousin just came home from Plusterton Island, and he also told me that it was a half-blood elf who saved him."

Looking at the eyes of the Naga warriors around him, the Naga leader hesitated.

(End of this chapter)