Path of light

Chapter 810 811. Prestedun Island

A team of half-elf guards followed Roy out of the dock, and the surrounding islanders made way.

The team of elf guards that Roy brought out had about sixty people.

The rest of the half-elves remained on the barque.

Walking out of the dock, Roy discovered that the four three-masted sailing ships were completely hidden in the thick fog. Only faint outlines of the sailing ships appeared and disappeared in the fog.

From time to time, the sound of gray dwarves quarreling could be heard on the dock...

I originally thought that after landing on the island, the thick fog might become lighter because of the trees.

But when Roy left the dock, he found that the fog on the island was even heavier.

The strange penguin beast had been following the half-elf guards. Some gray dwarves chased them with short axes, but the penguin beast almost always blocked them with its arms. The gray dwarf bandits did not dare to provoke the penguin beast, and when they saw him personally blocking them, they retreated into the thick fog.

Surrounded by rolling fog, Roy stood at the intersection of the small town on the island, not knowing where to go for a moment.

As the whole town was covered with fog, Roy could only grope forward from shop to shop to find a hotel.

The half-elf guard walking in front held an iris shield in order to deal with emergencies...

A team of Siren warriors appeared in the mist ahead. They made thin crawling sounds and when they saw the half-elf guards, they quickly surrounded them.

The Penguin Owl Beast chased up from behind with its belly sticking out and came in front of the group of Siren Warriors.

The Siren Warriors made way...

The owl beast came in front of Roy, its sharp beak opening and closing in a funny way.

He stared at Roy with a vigilant look:

"Why did you half-blood elves come to Plusterton Island?"

Roy stood in the fog and his clothes were wet.

He stared at the moonbeast and said, "If I say it's for these gray dwarf slaves, would you believe me?"

The owl beast did not appreciate it and sneered at Roy and said:

"Forget it. They take tens of thousands of magic crystals every year. It would be unreasonable for me not to do something at this time..."

I don’t know how he, an owl beast, can have so many expressions.

…

Finally, after walking two hundred meters into the town, I found a small building with a hotel sign hanging on it on the street, but I couldn't see the whole picture because of the fog.

When Roy opened the door of the hotel, he saw a receptionist at the dark door. Sitting behind the counter was a muscular fishman. He stared at Roy who pushed the door open, his body became a little stiff, and then he forced a smile under his stiff face.

"We don't welcome strangers here!"

The fishman boss spoke in broken Elvish.

Roy didn't refute. He turned and walked out of the hotel, closing the door gently.

Just when the fish monster boss breathed a sigh of relief, Roy pushed the door open again and said to the fish monster boss:

"Hello, we just met, so we are no longer strangers now. Please give me two rooms!"

Behind the fish-man monster boss is a huge aquarium with many sea fish in it. This big fish tank should be the biggest highlight of the whole hotel.

The fishman boss climbed up to the second floor with a bunch of keys in his hand and opened the door of a guest room for Roy.

When I opened the door, a strong musty smell wafted out. The whole room was covered with black spots. The room was extremely dark, and even the bed was covered with a thick layer of mold. It was completely uninhabitable.

"Look, this is the condition of our hotel. It's not that I don't want to rent a room to you, but you can't live in it..."

The fishman boss with a fish head on his neck said innocently.

He looked at Roy cautiously and said with some grievance:

"There are many gray dwarves living on the island. They have almost monopolized all the service industries on the island. Because we are mutant sea people, the guests who come to the island are reluctant to stay in my hotel. So no one has cleaned up this place for a long time, and it is no longer habitable."

"If you want to stay in a more suitable hotel, you should go to the inn run by the gray dwarves. The inn there also has cages specially used to imprison slaves, which is very convenient for slave traders..."

"I just heard that you had a fight with the gray dwarves right after you came ashore. But even if you win, what good will it do? The gray dwarves on the island don't welcome you, so you won't be able to move anywhere on the island."

"These gray dwarves are protected by the sirens. No one dares to provoke the gray dwarves on Prestedon Island..."

He stood at the door, shaking the key disk in his hand. He grabbed the key disk in his hand and climbed up the stairs without waiting for the fishman boss to react. He said as he climbed:

"So you murlocs don't dare to mess with the gray dwarves, so you want me to deal with them?"

Roy came to the third floor of the house, found the corresponding number on the key pad, and opened the door. Although the room was extremely humid and even countless water droplets condensed on the ceiling, the room was very tidy, with a large bed, wooden tables and chairs, and even a dehumidifying stove against the wall.

The fishman boss followed Roy with an embarrassed look on his face, completely not knowing how to explain.

"Let's chat. I want to hear about the gray dwarves on the island..."

Roy walked around the room and said to the fishman boss.

He didn't come to the island to find a hotel to stay in, but to investigate the situation on Plusterton Island and to know the strength of the sirens and the gray dwarves...

He came here to take away the dwarven treasure.

He originally thought that Ralph would hide the treasure on an uninhabited island, but he didn't expect that the treasure map would eventually lead him to Prestington Island.

Everything on the island was shrouded in fog. He didn't even know how many gray dwarves there were on the island, and how many mutated sea creatures like the fishman boss there were.

The intelligence of a normal adult merman-monster is about the same as that of a five or six-year-old child, but this merman-monster who can open a hotel is obviously not an ordinary merman-monster. Except for the fish head, his entire body has evolved into an orc's body, and his brain seems to have evolved as well.

"What do you want to know? I won't tell you anything."

The fishman boss looked at Roy warily.

Roy walked around the room. Wherever he stepped on the floor, water stains would emerge from the cracks in the floor. It looked like the house had been soaked in water.

Anyone who stays here for too long will probably get moldy.

Roy stood by the window. There was white fog outside the window and he couldn't see the street at all.

"Do you know how many gray dwarves there are on Prestedun Island?" Roy asked the fishman boss.

"A lot, yes! A lot! When we fought with them, as long as a gray dwarf shouted in the street, a lot of gray dwarves would immediately come out from all directions. They like to fight with axes and hammers. We couldn't beat them, and they took away a lot of our business."

The fishman boss wanted to slip away, but the stairs were full of half-elf guards, so he had no choice but to stay.

"Originally, Lord Siren was on our side. Later, they paid protection fees to Lord Siren, and Lord Siren no longer protected us." As the fishman boss said this, he kept inserting his webbed fingers.

Roy withdrew his gaze from the misty window and asked the fishman boss:

"Do those gray dwarves often bring half-elves to the island?"

The fishman boss said quickly:

“They not only captured elf slaves, but also naga slaves, and occasionally orc slaves.

Recently, most of them are Naga slaves, but they don't dare to sell orcs openly. They are also afraid of revenge from the orcs. Those orcs are not afraid of death at all. If they come to their door, they will make trouble on the island for several days. "

Roy took the key disk and went to the next room. This room was also damp, but because it was cleaned frequently, there was no musty smell...

The islanders live under the cover of fog every day, and almost nothing is not wet.

In this environment, elves are prone to skin diseases...

This kind of room is simply uninhabitable.

Roy went downstairs and returned the key disk to the fishman boss.

When the fishman boss saw Roy walking downstairs, he immediately started complaining.

"I knew you weren't here to stay. You came here just to trick me into telling me about the information on Prestedun Island. You half-blood elves are not good people..."

When the fishman boss saw that the half-elf guards around him were staring at him, he immediately covered his mouth with his hands and looked around in horror.

Roy returned to the first floor and his eyes fell on the huge fish tank behind the fishman boss. The fish tank was covered with seaweed and many sea fish were swimming around in it...

There was still half a fresh raw fish left on the plate behind the bar, which looked like it was what the fishman boss had left over.

Roy put his hands on the bar and placed a magic crystal in front of him.

The fishman boss's eyes suddenly lit up like light bulbs, and he looked at Roy with eager eyes.

"If I want to find a half-blood elf, where should I look?"

The fishman boss answered immediately without any pause:

"Of course it's the slave market. There are plenty of elven slaves there."

Then he felt that his answer was too perfunctory, and quickly added:

"But recently, the group of gray dwarves don't seem to have brought back many elven slaves. There are more Naga slaves in the slave market, and there are also many gray dwarves in the market. I think they are not willing to see you now."

Roy lost interest in chatting with the fishman boss.

"How do I get to the slave market?"

The fishman boss hurried to the door of the hotel, opened it, and pointed to the end of the long street.

"Just walk along this street and you should find it soon..."

…

Just as Roy was chatting with the fishman owner in the hotel, Zezena and Olive also left the dock.

The island was filled with thick fog, and the sirens walked out of the sea, feeling very comfortable.

The only downside is the poor view.

Jie Zena discovered that the sirens here were not very hostile to the elves. The ones who were hostile to the elves were the gray dwarves on the dock...

Roy brought the half-elf guards into the island town to inquire about the clues of the dwarf treasure.

She and Olive also planned to stroll around Prestington Island. After all, this was the Endless Sea of ​​the main plane.

These sirens who came from the Partington plane are still full of yearning for the main plane.

"Where are you from? Why haven't I seen you two before?"

A mermaid man dressed in gorgeous clothes walked out of the fog. He had an extremely muscular body and very strong and powerful arms. His burly body alone was enough to give the other party an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Male sirens generally have an ugly face like a yaksha. The scales and facial lines make the male sirens look like devils walking out of the underworld.

Although this mermaid man had a ghostly face, his expression was extremely brave and he exuded a domineering aura.

"We are from the Twin Seas."

Olive responded.

The sirens speak Naga, but the pronunciation is a little different in different regions...

The siren man was wearing a very gorgeous Warcraft cloak, and he looked surprised:

"Did I hear it right? The sirens from the Twin Seas actually swam to the Endless Sea?"

"You guys are not kidding me! Do you know how far these two places are from each other?"

"If you can find the right current in the ocean, it would probably take you fifteen years to swim to the Twin Seas, even if you ride on a killer whale."

"Haha, that's the funniest joke I've heard this year, so... where are you guys from?"

Olive saw that her lie was exposed by him, but she did not feel guilty at all. She narrowed her beautiful eyes and asked with a smile:

"What do you think?"

The mermaid man in gorgeous clothes looked hesitantly at Jiezena beside Olive. He seemed to be able to sense the aura of strength emanating from Jiezena.

Olive wanted to stroll around the island and didn't want to have a conflict with anyone at the dock, so she said to the mermaid man:

“Where we come from, is this so important?”

The siren man obviously hesitated for a moment before he said with relief:

"That's right, ladies. How can I help you?"

Olive was obviously very willing to talk to this mermaid man for a while, so she hugged Zeena's arm and said:

"We are here to inquire about a pirate who has done all kinds of evil. His name is Ralph. Do you know this name?"

The mermaid man didn't seem surprised at all and answered calmly:

"Of course I know him. Ralph and I are old friends. Are you bounty hunters?"

"No, we were just asked to find out about his situation."

The man in gorgeous clothes thought for a moment before saying:

"This guy has been missing for seven or eight years. When he left here, he threatened to form the largest pirate group, but there has been no news of him in the past few years. There are rumors that he died in the Silver Moon Elf Kingdom a long time ago."

"If you two want to get the bounty from Ralph, I'm afraid you will be disappointed this time. Ralph is not here."

Olive continued to ask, "I heard he owns a piece of land here?"

"Well, that's right, but I can guarantee that he is not at home, and you are not allowed to trespass into private territory without permission. This is protected by our Siren Corps, even if you are of my same tribe." The Siren man waved his hand to express his refusal.

His movements were very gentlemanly and he was humble and interesting. If they were in the Partington plane, Olive felt they would become friends, but that was definitely not the case now.

Olive tried to ask, "So... where is the land that Ralph bought?"

"Uh, don't ask me. I won't tell you even if you ask me."