Path of Light.

Chapter 980, Section 975: Nakma's Servant

General Imster looked at the unusually tough young Imperial man and was convinced that this fellow, who spoke fluent Elvish, was an Imperial. Elves would not be so confrontational and utterly rude.

Over the years, many half-elf slaves have been transported out through the city of Boles on the coast of Dulaggxi. The gray dwarves have seen those timid, pointy-eared elves before; they are all cowardly cowards. Imster has never been defied like this by any elf.

He was somewhat annoyed and wanted to grab the Mjolnir hanging from his waist and smash it on the guy's head to completely clear his head.

If his chief of staff hadn't been holding his arm tightly, he might have rushed up and started a fight with this young imperial man in front of him.

"General Imster, do you remember what we just said?"

The chief of staff spoke quickly to the particularly impulsive general.

The gray dwarf official next to Roy also rushed up and stopped the somewhat agitated General Imster, indicating that he would be in charge of communicating with the half-elf side.

The gray dwarf official wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He hadn't expected that their first encounter would end so unpleasantly.

The main reason is that for a long time before, a large number of half-elf were sold as slaves, and most gray dwarves looked down on these weak and easily bullied gray dwarves.

These grey dwarves have suddenly become tough overnight, and many of them haven't fully accepted this fact yet.

But now, two million gray dwarves want to migrate to Garo Island in the Seven Realms Sea. A long stretch of this sea route is currently under the control of this half-elf mine guard force. If they want to pass through with the half-elfs, they can't afford to be rude to them...

The gray dwarf officials hadn't expected that even General Imster couldn't understand such a simple principle.

He didn't even dare to translate everything that Boss Roy said, which made the situation even worse...

In fact, none of the gray dwarf officials expected that General Imster would give Boss Roy a hard time right after their first meeting, but Boss Roy didn't fall for it.

The key route for the southward migration is still in the hands of these mixed-race elves, and it is absolutely unacceptable to turn against them now.

The grey dwarf official stuffed the handkerchief he had used to wipe his sweat into his pocket, and quickly patted Boss Roy's arm, saying:

"Mr. Roy, please calm down for a moment."

“I accompanied you to Presides City to facilitate further communication with local officials. Although General Imster is somewhat stubborn, he is not entirely uncommunicative. We can discuss any issues you may have.”

"Since Marshal Elonny Kane has agreed to hand over Villalia to the mine guards, he naturally hopes to deliver it to you intact."

Roy stood at the entrance of the wounded soldiers' camp, observing the somewhat chaotic scene, and said sternly to the gray dwarf official:

"You must translate everything I say to General Imster in its entirety."

The gray dwarf official nodded in agreement, but his expression was somewhat stiff...

Leah had just sneaked up to General Imster's side when she was stared at by a gray dwarf with a shield in the crowd. She didn't know how she had been exposed, since she was clearly hidden in the darkness.

If Imster dares to lay a hand on Roy, she doesn't care about their rules and is determined to stab a bloody hole in the gray dwarf's waist.

At this moment, Roy was quite clear-headed. He knew that many gray dwarf warriors might be somewhat resentful of their appearance, but the gray dwarf military would definitely ensure that their cooperation continued.

Moreover, after Roy saw the situation in Presidius City, he felt that the mine guards seemed to have more leverage at this time.

Therefore, he was not afraid of General Imster turning against him at all. Anyone who dared to obstruct the cooperation between the half-elves and the grey dwarves at this time would be dealt with by the high command of the Northern Fleet. The grey dwarf expeditionary fleet needed the sea route controlled by the half-elf mine guards...

Roy stood at the entrance of the wounded soldiers' camp, where a large number of gray dwarf warriors had gathered, as this was the camp of the city's defense forces.

Roy was surrounded by a group of angry gray dwarf warriors. Standing in the middle of the gray dwarves, he said:

"When Marshal Kane sent people to the Nantali Islands to negotiate with us, asking us to allow the Grey Dwarf fleet to pass through the Mensa Strait, the Io Islands and the waters of Quel'Thalas, to be honest, given the long-standing feud between us half-elves and the Grey Dwarves, I didn't really want to give up this sea route."

"Marshal Kane said we could all sit down and talk, so let's talk. Our conditions are that the Grey Dwarves cede the Villaria Valley, and our Half-Elf Mine Guards will take complete control of the cities of Boles and Pristis. I need these two intact cities, but look at Pristis now. The ground is completely a wasteland."

"I think this is no longer in accordance with the agreement between me and Marshal Kane. I haven't even protested to you yet, and you want to shirk your responsibility and hand over the city at the West Gate? Whether the city is captured by the Nakma demons or not, it will have nothing to do with you. What will we get? Ruins and a bunch of enemies?"

"To be frank, we don't necessarily need the city of Pristis, nor do we necessarily need the Valley of Villaria. If you have no sincerity, we can simply sail back to Quel'Thalas and settle accounts with you Grey Dwarves for all the evil deeds you have committed on the western coast of the Elven Kingdom over the years."

"Please note that I will take over the city of Presites by the end of the month, but your fleet may not be able to pass through the waters of Que Island for at least a year."

The gray dwarf official's expression was uncertain, but he had no choice but to translate everything Roy said.

General Imster's face darkened after hearing Roy's words, but he uttered no further harsh words. The gray dwarf warriors around him also blushed, but none of them took another step forward. They could hear the threat in Roy's words, but after all, the gray dwarves had lost the naval battle. If they dared to make a move here now, the half-elves would probably launch a retaliatory attack at sea.

The grey dwarf official turned to General Imster with a puzzled expression and asked:
"General Imster, have you seen the letter that Marshal Kane wrote to you?"

"This Mr. Roy is the legion commander of the half-elf mine guards. He came here to check on the defenses of Presites City and also to learn about the Nakma Servant Legion outside the city."

"As for the specific handover of the defenses of Precitus City, Marshal Kane may have a more detailed plan, but that is not the topic of discussion today."

"Now you need to cooperate with me to explain to Boss Roy the current situation in Presites and some weaknesses of the Demon Servant Legion."

General Imster walked out of the wounded soldiers' camp without saying a word, and the gray dwarf warriors surrounding him quickly made way for him.

It's clear that General Imster enjoys high prestige among these grey dwarf warriors and seems to be very much loved by them...

The chief of staff then walked up to the gray dwarf officer and said to him:

"I am a staff officer of the Presites City Defense Force. I will now brief you on the current battle situation. Please follow me."

The chief of staff led everyone to a large hall next to the wounded soldiers' camp. In the middle of the hall was a model of the city of Precitus, which even showed parts of the Gangdise Mountains and Padesles Mountains on both sides of the city.

The eastern wall of Presites blends seamlessly with the steep cliffs, and the Nakma servant army is kept out by this sheer cliff.

Beyond the eastern city lies a vast plain. If the Nakma demon servants want to invade the Villaria Valley, they must first capture the city of Presidius…

"To date, these Nakhmar servants have been blocking this place for five years. Almost all the lords who wanted to retreat from various regions of the heartland to the city of Boles on the west coast have died on this despair plain. Not many gray dwarf warriors have been able to break through the blockade and enter the city of Pristis."

The chief of staff stood in front of the model of the city of Presidius, holding a stick in his hand and pointing to the area outside the east city wall.

"Especially in the last six months, we have hardly seen any lord armies. According to our staff's analysis, it is estimated that the forces of the various lord armies in the heart of Dulag have been almost completely devoured by the Nachmar army. Once the Nachmar have completely digested the heart of Dulag, they will have enough troops to be deployed to the battlefields on the east and west sides again."

"A fierce battle, unlike anything we're about to face, is looming in the Montenegrin Rift. We must retreat to Boles City before the main force of the Nakma Black Riders reaches the Plains of Despair, and enter the sea from their port to avoid their onslaught..."

"I'm sure you can all see it without me saying it, but the guards of Presites City are struggling to deal with the cannon fodder of these demon servant legions. Our legion has not received any reinforcements during this period. On the contrary, wounded soldiers who have lost their ability to fight are going to Boles City every day. This has led to a continuous decline in the combat strength of our legion, and this decline is very serious. Our staff predicts that if this kind of attrition continues, the guards may not even be able to hold out until the end of this month."

"General Imster's assessment of the situation here is that the Nakma Servant Legion will enter Presidius City before the end of the month. At that time, we will inevitably have to engage in fierce street battles with these Servant Legions in the city. Think about it, at that time, we will not be able to carry out the handover of city defenses in the east city wall or the city hall. The west city gate will be the last handover point, where we can attack or defend."

“Our general is a bit blunt, and I apologize on his behalf, but he meant no harm.”

After the chief of staff finished explaining, he looked at the young imperial man standing at the front. In fact, he also didn't understand why a young imperial man would become the supreme commander of the mixed-blood elves.

After listening to the chief of staff's words, Roy shook his head and said:
"When I met with Marshal Kane, we discussed the need for you to hand over the cities of Presidius and Borles intact to us. If you cannot guarantee that you can hand over Presidius intact to me, then our cooperation seems to have become meaningless."

"Whether you can defend Presites is your business, but I cannot accept a city falling to the demon army. So, I hope you can give me a clear answer on whether our cooperation can continue, by tomorrow, is that alright?"

Upon hearing Roy's words, the gray dwarf official immediately became anxious and hurriedly said to Roy:
“We will handle this matter. If Presites City needs reinforcements, the Grey Dwarf army will enter the city. Please believe that our cooperation will continue.”

Roy nodded.

He then said to the chief of staff of the Presidius city garrison:
"Stop talking about those damn difficulties you encountered in Presidius City. That will only put us in a more passive position. Just tell them how many Nachmar servants are outside the city, how they usually attack cities, how they usually launch a large-scale siege every few days, or what the potential threats outside the city are. Don't say anything else!"

"Once you've dealt with them, you can talk to the higher-ups in the Northern Fleet about this. For now, just tell me about the Nakmar servants outside the city... is that alright?"

The chief of staff, only wanting to defend General Imster, was somewhat annoyed upon seeing the officials from Boles, and quickly pointed to the despairing plain outside the city, saying:

"According to the data we have, there are about 500,000 demon servants currently stationed on the Despair Plains. However, as the demon servant army suffers heavy losses, reinforcements will continue to enter the Despair Plains."

“Those demon servants are like creatures without feelings or pain. As soon as the battle horn sounds, they will attack the city relentlessly. They can climb up the stone walls along the iron spikes. However, they have almost no armor. Once their heads are cut off, they will die and rot quickly.”

Seeing that the chief of staff had begun to introduce the demon servant army outside the city, Roy asked him:
Do these demonic servants have any other weaknesses?

The chief of staff thought for a moment and said:
"They don't like sunlight; it weakens their bodies. So, every time we attack Presidius, it's destined to be a cloudy day. We suspect there might be a great mage in their army," the chief of staff said immediately.

"By the way, all these demon servants are blind. They have no eyes. Of course, while they have lost their sight, their sense of hearing, touch and smell are exceptionally sharp. In battle, any sneak attack from the dark is useless against them."

"Our soldiers held their breath and hid in the water, waiting for them to get close before chopping off their heads with an axe..."

He spoke while gesturing, his movements earnest, as if he were truly standing on the city wall.

(End of this chapter)