Path of Light.

Chapter 969, Section 964: Making a Fool's Move
Roy and his group simply strolled around the dock. On the east side of the dock, there was a row of low-ceilinged workshops, which had even had their doors, tables, and chairs removed.

Roy didn't care; as long as the entire dock could be preserved, those minor details didn't matter.

A group of orc leaders even came in to join the fun. They had never thought about building ships. The Mensa Plains were so vast that there was no need to compete with the Naga for the sea.

For these orc leaders, this enormous shipyard was quite a novelty.

Legion Commander Klein followed behind Roy, looking at the mess before him, and said apologetically:
"The last large ocean-going ship being built in this dock was only launched for its first sea trial the day before yesterday. The timeframe was too tight; our resources are currently very limited, and we don't have enough ships for long-distance voyages..."

Roy didn't care about any of that; the shipyard on Quey Island was originally just a beach.

Now that he can take over a shipyard that can berth large ships, what else could he possibly want?

Roy walked out of the dock and said to Commander Clyde:

"These docks can be repaired and still be used, but what about the shipbuilding blueprints in the shipyards? You promised to keep the shipyards near Boles City, is this all you have?"

Commander Klein seemed to have been waiting for Roy to ask this question, and calmly replied:
"All the shipbuilding blueprints are kept in the city library. We will be moving the library later and will leave those shipbuilding blueprints to you. In addition, the architectural blueprints for the entire city will also be transferred to you. You will need to send someone to receive these."

After spending several days on the magic airship, everyone stepped out feeling dizzy...

After taking a walk around the shipyard, everyone gradually recovered their spirits.

White waves surged along the coastline, relentlessly crashing against the beach.

If the coast of Castletown is like a gentle maiden, always showing her most graceful figure to the elves, then the coast of Mensa Strait is like a naughty child, always having its mischievous moments. As for the coast of Boles, it is like a raging beast in heat, crashing against the shore with extreme frenzy.

The air was filled with a damp, salty smell...

……

The convoy slowly drove into Boles, a seaside city built by the grey dwarves.

It was only when they passed through the massive city gate that the half-elves realized just how magnificent it was.

The city gate was a good thirty meters high. As the carriage passed through the gate, Moira squeezed to the window, propped herself up on her sister Sabrina's thigh with one hand, and leaned out the window to peek at the city wall. The gray dwarf warriors on the wall were only the size of a fist...

Looking out over the city of Boles from the port, it didn't seem like a very big city. But as they got closer, they realized that the height of the city walls had limited the elves' imagination.

The crowded city of Boles is teeming with grey dwarves preparing to leave their homeland...

The open ground near the city was littered with tattered tents. Many gray dwarves, dressed in dirty clothes, lay outside the tents sunbathing. They looked listless and exhausted. When a caravan passed by, only a few children would gather on both sides of the road, watching the carriages pass by with longing eyes.

The convoy passed through the city gate. The situation inside the city was slightly better. Inside the city gate was a small square paved with stone slabs, surrounded by some old shops.

Although the dilapidated tents were no longer visible on the city streets, the streets were filled with gray dwarves. Some of these dwarves were leaning against the walls, some were sleeping with their eyes half-closed, and others were staring at the carriages passing by. Almost all of these gray dwarves had long beards, wore thick leather armor and chainmail, and had axes and shields beside them. Their eyes revealed indifferent expressions.

Roy's gaze lingered on the gray dwarves for a moment. Although these gray dwarf warriors looked like beggars on the street, they exuded a strong killing intent and smelled of blood.

The elven guards sat in their carriages, passing by the grey dwarf warriors with impassive expressions.

On the contrary, the orc leaders in the carriage behind were all staring at the gray dwarf warriors with wary eyes...

Roy, Moira, and Sabrina all sensed the murderous intent emanating from the gray dwarf warriors sitting in the corner, and Roy's gaze lingered on them.

Legion Commander Klein explained to Roy:

"These are veterans who have been withdrawn from the eastern battlefield. They will leave Boles with the third batch of ships on the long voyage."

"Are they the guardians of Presidius City?" Woods asked Commander Klein, sitting in the back.

Legion Commander Klein shook his head and said:
"They are not the garrison of Presity; they are the defeated troops from the central region. They came from all over the country, retreating eastward from central Dulag and eventually converging in Boles."

Roy looked out the window again and saw that the gray dwarf warrior sitting in the corner had lost all fighting spirit, yet was filled with the smell of blood.

These were veterans who had survived the most brutal battlefields. They had fought against the Nakhma demon army, but their belief in victory had been completely destroyed by the Nakhma demon army.

The buildings in Boles are only six or seven meters high, and most of them are only one story high, with only a few buildings having unique pavilions on their roofs.

The city's buildings were very compact, and the streets were very neatly paved with bluestone slabs... The carriages slowly drove through the streets, and everywhere there were numb and indifferent eyes.

It's clear that the grey dwarves living in the city aren't having a good time...

Speaking of the Grey Dwarves' mass migration and their complete abandonment of Durag's Knee, they certainly weren't in a good mood.

Boles is a little smaller than Castletown, but the buildings in Boles are much more compact than those in Castletown. There are very few crossroads and even fewer squares in the city.

The carriage drove into the city center and stopped in front of the steps of the city hall, where the grey dwarf officials who had been waiting stood in a row.

These grey dwarf officials almost all had long beards and wore armor made of a mix of metal and leather. As soon as the carriage stopped, someone would immediately step forward and eagerly open the door.

Commander Klein gestured for Roy to get out of the car first.

Roy bowed and stepped out of the carriage, only to see Grand Chief Grop also emerging from the carriage at the same time.

Legion Commander Kleis followed behind, introducing Roy to the identities of the gray dwarf officials standing on the steps. They were mostly the governors and heads of various departments of Boles City. Next up was this group of department heads from the city hall, who were there to make some preliminary handovers with the mine guards...

Roy walked into the city hall. The steps outside the building usually go up, but once everyone went inside, Roy discovered that the stairs inside actually extended downwards.

Upon entering the underground hall, numerous magical wall lamps hung on the walls, illuminating the hall brightly...

In the middle of the hall was a conference table more than 20 meters long, with chairs on both sides.

Legion Commander Kleis invited Roy and the orc leaders to sit on the left side of the conference table, while the gray dwarf officials sat on the right side. After everyone was seated, Legion Commander Kleis stood up and coughed twice.

The hall immediately fell silent, and the only sound in the room was the occasional crackling of the burning candlelight.

"First of all, please allow me, on behalf of the Northern Fleet, to extend my heartfelt welcome and gratitude to the mixed-blood elves and Aries tribe orcs who have traveled a long way to Boles City."

“I know that there may still be many unresolved grievances between us, but now that we can sit together in the city hall of Boles, it means that we both want to put these grievances aside for the time being and have a good talk about our cooperation in the future.”

"Our Northern Fleet applied to the Hybrid Elf Mine Guard for passage through the Mensa Strait and the waters around Que Island, and the Mine Guard agreed to our application."

"As a token of our gratitude, after our main force has completely withdrawn from the Villaria Valley, the Villaria Valley will be taken over by the Half-Elf Mine Guard..."

"Boles City and Presites City will be completely handed over to the Mine Guard. Therefore, I have invited the officials of Boles City Hall and the high-ranking officials of the Mine Guard to meet here today. In the future, many handover tasks will be carried out by you in private."

“I think all the officials of Boles City are well aware that Boles City’s current reserves are insufficient to support this voyage, but we cannot stay in Victoria Valley and wait to die…”

"That's why the Northern Fleet has pleaded with the Half-Elf Mine Guards for assistance this time..."

Inside the carriage, Legion Commander Klein had already discussed it with Roy.

He pleaded with Roy to provide material support to the grey dwarves' southward migration force, and Roy readily agreed.

Now, if Roy just steps forward and makes a statement, at least the officials of Boles City will treat the half-elves a little better.

Roy knew that the Northern Fleet had made significant concessions...

He wanted a complete Boles and Precitus, so he needed to deal with these grey dwarf officials properly, and he wasn't afraid that the Northern Fleet might change its mind later.

Roy stood up and said:
"I will provide the migrating grey dwarves with breadfruit and apples, as well as a limited quantity of dried fish..."

“I know you like sausages, biscuits and ale, but we don’t have them. Half-elves usually only eat some fruit and fish, and we can’t get the food that dwarves like in a short time. We can only provide fruit and dried fish.”

"In addition, I would like to explain something to everyone. Our arrival here in conjunction with the Aries tribe orcs is actually to make some bold attempts. The hybrid elves and orcs will form an allied army to guard the last line of defense on the west coast of Durrag, hoping to slow down the invasion of Durrag by the Nakmar demon black knights."

Upon hearing the interpreter translate Roy's words into Dwarven, the Grey Dwarf officials opposite him all looked up, their gazes falling upon Roy.

The grey dwarf officials were initially filled with hostility towards these mixed-race elves.

But Roy's words surprised them somewhat...

Most of the grey dwarf officials thought Roy was being foolish, but none of the grey dwarfs were willing to stand up and remind Roy; their eyes were filled with a variety of emotions.

(End of this chapter)