Path of Light.

Chapter 906. On the Boat
After a melee, all the mercenary soldiers on the imperial merchant ship were subdued.

Under the half-blood elf guards' wound-for-wound fighting style, the powerful mercenary group had no choice but to give up resistance and surrender...

Ten priests climbed the grid rope ladder from Magic Airship No. 3 and arrived on the Imperial merchant ship.

Rays of holy light fell neatly on the half-blood elves, and their wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those priests were wearing hooded cloaks, and their faces could not be seen from the outside.

On the deck of the imperial merchant ship, sacred pillars of light continued to rush into the sky...

Dozens of mercenaries were tied up, topless, wearing only shorts, squatting barefoot around the mast...

The hands of the mercenaries were tied behind their backs with oil ropes. All the mercenaries were connected together with ropes, which were tightly wrapped around the main mast with a diameter of about one meter. Because they were tied to the main mast, they could not sit completely on the deck, nor could they stand up straight. They could only bend over and half squat there, or kneel there with their knees bent.

All their personal belongings were confiscated, including some weapons, magic armor, magic pattern structures, and personal belongings.

These half-elf guards were very experienced in dealing with prisoners of war. When confiscating their belongings, they even checked their mouths and hair.

These experiences were summarized from dealing with the gray dwarf prisoners of war, and now they are naturally equally useful when dealing with these mercenary warriors.

The injured half-elf guards received timely treatment. They sat beside the side of the ship, took off the armor on the injured parts, and carried out bandaging and holy light treatment simultaneously. Many of the half-elf guards had smiles of victory on their faces, as if this kind of victory was something they were already accustomed to.

Alman, a naked mercenary swordsman who was squatting beside the main mast with his butt sticking up and enjoying the sea breeze, felt a cramp in the tendons on the inside of his thigh. He planned to move his body to a different position to support his body with his legs.

But his face was almost pressed against the buttock of his companion in front of him. As soon as he moved his body, the companion behind him let out a scream.

They were tied together with hemp ropes, and if even one of them was not honest, the others would suffer.

Alman did not dare to curse the half-elf guards on the opposite side of the ship, some of whom could understand the Imperial language.

It feels really bad to be a prisoner. They are just a group of mercenaries employed by these imperial merchants.

If I fail to protect my employer now, I might even lose my life...

Alman gave up the idea of ​​changing his posture. At this time, he could only concentrate his willpower to delay the thigh cramp.

Sherman heard Hansen muttering:

"What a damn bad luck! These businessmen must have lost their minds this time. They actually cheated the half-blood elves on the elves' territory! Boss, what should we do now?"

Hansen was stung by a magic arrow on his calf. In order to be able to join the battle as soon as possible, Hansen directly cut off the arrow shaft with a dagger. Now the arrowhead with barbs is still on his leg.

If the arrow cannot be removed from the wound in time, once it becomes ulcerated and infected, Hansen may not be able to save his leg...

But in this situation, the half-blood elves would not help them treat their wounds at all.

"Didn't they say there is no death penalty in the elf world? Are we going to be taken to prison?"

Sherman rested his shoulders on the planks of the mainmast base, which took the pressure off his legs.

He only had a few minor injuries. If he wanted to break free from the ropes, he could do it at a cost...

But even if I break free from the ropes, what can I do?

Sherman said in a calm voice:
"From what they just said, we won't go to the Parram Island Prison. They might take us to Kui Island."

"Is it the island occupied by the gray dwarves?"

"Not anymore!"

Sherman felt his mouth was a little dry, and he felt that if he talked too much, he might die of dehydration.

“Are we going to be executed?”

Sherman patiently answered the questions from other members: "He shouldn't be dead, but I'm not sure. The gray dwarves don't think well of Boss Roy."

"What did the duergar say about him?"

Sherman closed his eyes and recalled the comments made by the gray dwarves he met in Santa Maria Harbor two months ago about Boss Roy:
"The gray dwarves said that Boss Roy is a madman. Sometimes, in order to receive fewer prisoners, he would deliberately harm those gray dwarves who have lost their will to fight. For example, he would create some false opportunities for them to escape. Once the gray dwarves try to escape, they will be shot to death by the elven archers like the crew members on the deck..."

The group of mercenary warriors who were tied together suddenly became uneasy. Just as they tried to struggle, their other companions were dragged down and cried out in pain.

"Then what do we do?"

"Now we can only wait and see..."

Sherman closed his eyes and said helplessly.

He was even a little desperate now, and he regretted it very much. Their mercenary group should not have been involved in such a thing...

Licking his dry lips, Sherman looked up at the sails that were still bulging above his head.

The merchant ship did not stop at all and continued to sail at full speed towards the northwest.

A half-elf female warrior wearing brown leather armor came up to them carrying a heavy wooden barrel.

She was holding a wooden spoon in her hand, her eyes were clear, and there was no contempt or hostility when she looked at them.

She scooped up a spoonful of water and fed it to the tied-up mercenaries one by one, and did not force those who did not want to drink.

As the cool water flowed down Sherman's mouth, Sherman took a sip of water and took this opportunity to ask the half-elf warrior in Elvish:
"Are we going to be tied up here like this forever?"

"Don't try to escape, and don't always provoke the guards. You should be moved from here to the cabin soon."

The half-elf female warrior answered.

Sherman breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to ask a few more questions, but the half-elf female warrior put her finger to her mouth, signaling him to be quiet. Apparently, one question was the limit of what she could do.

Sherman closed his mouth wisely. Although his muscles were extremely sore, he had to endure the pain...

……

Slightly different from the mercenary soldiers were the seven imperial merchants on the ship, who were also locked around the No. 2 mast.

These imperial merchants were also suffering the same pain as the mercenary warriors, but their physical conditions did not allow them to squat next to the pedestal for a long time, so these merchants knelt beside the mast with their buttocks facing outwards and their bodies hunched.

They have to keep this weird posture, just like some mysterious believers worshipping a totem pole...

These imperial merchants were still able to maintain basic decency, at least wearing thin linen bloomers.

It's just that they had just suffered a fright, and their faces were pale and panic-stricken, and they began to actively try to get out of their current predicament.

Roy wanted to get some information from them about other imperial merchant ships trafficking half-elves, but these imperial merchants refused to tell him. They would rather kneel under the mast base and silently endure the pain than tell him about other imperial merchant ships. In fact, Roy still admired the imperial merchants' attitude of not betraying their companions.

"If you don't want to talk about it, forget it..."

Roy didn't have time to continue wasting time with them, so he stood up and wanted to leave.

An imperial merchant knelt with his head down and his butt sticking out, but said in a muffled voice:
"Please let me go. I am willing to pay a ransom in exchange for my freedom..."

Roy stopped and followed the sound to find the Imperial merchant with his forehead against the side wall of the pedestal. Sweat was dripping down his nose to the floor. His face was covered in sweat, his arms raised above his head, tied tightly with ropes and hung on the mast.

"Then tell me, how much ransom can you offer to buy your freedom?"

"Ten thousand gold coins, um, one thousand magic crystals..."

The imperial merchant couldn't raise his head and could only speak with great frustration.

"What's your name?" Roy asked.

"Piette..."

"Tell me, how did you get these thousand magic crystals into my hands?" Roy asked with a chuckle.

"I have a close friend in Buenos Aires, the Kingdom of Silvermoon Elf. If I write to him, he will definitely pay for me."

The imperial merchant's voice was a little excited.

"So what you mean is that your ransom requires my people to take your letter to the capital to retrieve it?" Roy asked him.

"That's right, I can give you some extra money for the trip!"

The Empire Merchants compromised again...

But Roy's subsequent words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head:
"Why should I help you get that ransom? I reject your offer."

"Since I have captured you and occupied your ship, I have already made a profit. Why should I risk going to Buenos Aires to get your ransom of one thousand magic crystals?"

When he said this, Roy's voice turned cold.

The imperial merchant named Piet was trembling all over, and he felt extremely desperate:

"Yes, now even the merchant ship is owned by someone else. There is also a large amount of magic crystals in the merchant ship, which are probably all the property of these half-blood elves. There is absolutely no need for them to go to Buenos Aires for a thousand magic crystals."

"These half-elves are simply a bunch of bandits. No wonder the gray dwarves fell at their hands..."

Roy squatted beside the Empire merchant Piette, grabbed his hair at the back of his head, lifted his head up, and then said:

"Well, since you want freedom so badly, I can fulfill your wish. As long as you provide me with information about other imperial merchants who are deceiving half-blood elves like you, I will let you go!"

Although Piette groaned in pain, he said nothing...

Roy casually let go of Piette, wiped the oily sweat on his hands on Piette's pants, and stood up again.

"Since you don't want to, forget it. I won't force you to do this..."

After saying this, Roy left the group of imperial merchants.

Several imperial merchants could only kneel around the base of the mast in great humiliation and pain.

Although they were physically tortured, they did not give up discussing ways to save themselves...

"We need to write to other friends and ask them to come to Kui Island with the ransom to redeem us."

"Now who do you think we can write to that will bring them the money to redeem us?"

"Even if they dare to come, once Boss Roy sees them, will he arrest them all? How many merchants in the entire Elf Continent can completely distance themselves from this matter?"

"They asked us to give information about other businessmen because they wanted to catch them all back."

"So what do we do? How long can we hold out like this?"

"I think... we can have a good talk with Boss Roy and maybe increase the ransom."

"Now he doesn't want to talk to us at all. I've already seen him leave..."

"We can write to the Silver Moon Elf nobles in Castletown City and ask them to communicate with Boss Roy and release us."

"You are really whimsical!"

"I think we can give it a try. Even if we fail, the situation won't get any worse!"

Several imperial merchants were still discussing in low voices.

I think that as long as I offer a high price, I can impress Boss Roy...

……

On this imperial merchant ship, the imperial crew members suffered the most. They were hit by several rounds of arrows at the beginning.

Many imperial crew members were shot to death by these magic arrows, and some were injured. They were only given simple bandages and then drove away on the merchant ships.

Now Boss Roy was chasing them from behind in his magic airship. They put up some meaningless resistance on the deck, but instead lost several lives and more Imperial crew members were injured.

These injured Imperial crew members are currently lying in the bottom hold, and are being guarded by Silver Moon Elf guards.

The groans of the injured Imperial crew members in the lower cabin gave the half-blood elves in the lower deck the courage to push open the cabin door and find out what was happening outside...

Then the half-elves saw the bodies of some imperial crew members lying at the stairs at the end of the corridor, and some sticky blood was flowing down the wooden stairs.

The half-elves bravely walked out of the cabin below the deck of the imperial merchant ship and found that it was actually a group of half-elf guards who occupied the imperial merchant ship.

They immediately asked these half-elf guards what exactly happened on this imperial merchant ship?
Seeing the timid yet extremely curious expressions of these half-blood elves, the half-blood elf guards were helpless and could only say to them:

"These imperial merchants are planning to sell you to Roland Continent, but you can still live here peacefully. You guys are really bold..."

A group of half-blood elves were still a little unconvinced, and said one after another: "Ah? They said they would take us to find Boss Roy. Boss Roy found the origin of the elves in the depths of the Endless Sea. As long as we get there, everyone can live a happy life without worries about food and clothing..."

The half-blood elf guards slapped their chests and said to them:
"We are the mine guards under Boss Roy. How come we don't know what you are talking about?"

The half-elves then realized that they had been deceived and began to curse the imperial merchants.

(End of this chapter)