Chapter 769 Chapter 770 The Gray Dwarf's Treasure

Chapter 769 770. The Treasure of the Gray Dwarf

The gray dwarf leader saw a golden tree emitting a sacred glow behind Roy. The tree was dozens of meters high, and the crown was covered with dazzling golden leaves. The tree was full of budding flowers of light. His heart sank to the bottom of the valley instantly.

He had a strong and bad premonition in his heart. The battle priest in front of him was not easy to mess with...

Sure enough, when the first silver hammer flew over, the gray dwarf leader found that this silver hammer was unstoppable.

When the hammer hit him, the silver hammer dissipated into countless holy lights, which instantly turned into silver shackles, imprisoning his body in place, making him unable to move...

Then the second silver hammer appeared in sight.

The gray dwarf leader took a deep breath, and the shadow of the dwarf king behind him was fully stimulated by him, and the giant war hammer was placed in front of the gray dwarf leader.

The second silver hammer was completely blocked by the warhammer, and the shadow of the dwarf king began to disintegrate...

The real crisis was when the third silver hammer flew again.

The gray dwarf leader watched the silver hammer pierce the steel plate on his chest as fast as lightning, and then a burst of severe pain followed. The huge impact force made his body fly backwards, and a big hole was dug out in his chest by the huge impact force of the silver hammer. He fell awkwardly on the stone beam at the entrance of the bunker.

Then he rolled on the pile of corpses at the entrance. Although he was still conscious, his body was no longer under his control.

He couldn't even feel the pain, and all his strength was deprived by the sacred breath.

The gray dwarf leader wanted to look down at the wound on his chest, but he found a bloody hole the size of a bowl on his chest, and the breastplate was sunken inward, deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of his chest.

The world in his eyes began to lose color, and the surroundings were all bloody, and then it was pitch black in front of him.

The leader of the gray dwarves fell in a pool of blood and slowly closed his eyes.

Before he died, he was still holding the chain hammer tightly in his hand.

The gray dwarves who were hiding in the entrance passage of the underground castle saw their leader fall in a pool of blood, and they all cried out in unison.

The elves outside didn't leave them any chance to survive...

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The southern slope of the active volcano on Kuei Island is almost covered with exposed black volcanic rocks. There is no vegetation here. Only some volcanic ash remains in the cracks of the rocks under the erosion of rain.

This is a secret exit built by the gray dwarves in the underground castle of Kuei Island.

The exit looks like a crack left by the weathering of the rock over the years. Doyle stretched out a strong hand to hold the edge of the rock and squeezed his beer belly out of the crack.

When designing this secret exit, the architect only designed it according to the regular gray dwarf body shape. Little did they know that some gray dwarves would have their stomachs swell to a size thicker than an oak barrel after drinking too much beer, which directly made it extremely difficult to squeeze out of this secret exit.

Doyle cursed softly and took a breath behind the black volcanic rock.

He wanted to investigate the situation of some port docks. It was said that the elves had occupied the docks last night.

The leader sent him to find out the situation in order to see if there was a chance to recapture a few sailing ships...

This time the elves suddenly occupied Que Island, and all the gray dwarves, including him, were caught off guard by this wave of surprise attacks. Everyone was unprepared.

For so many years, the 17th Silver Pegasus Legion had not even gone out of the Queen Ewenni Islands, and they gradually relaxed their vigilance. Who would have thought that such an elven army would suddenly rush out and block them in the underground castle...

There were nearly 10,000 gray dwarf warriors stationed on the docks, and they were defeated by the elven army last night. This was what the gray dwarves could not accept the most.

After all, dwarves are usually known for their strength. When they put on the carefully crafted dwarf chain mail, they have almost the strongest defense in land warfare. The Silver Moon Elf Guards on the Queen Ewenni Islands have never been the opponent of the gray dwarf warriors.

Only those annoying silver Pegasus knights are the biggest danger to the gray dwarves.

But just last night, the elves completely overturned the gray dwarves' cognition. A group of elven warriors wearing silver standard armor defeated the most elite gray dwarf war group on the dock in one fell swoop, killing these gray dwarf warriors without even a chance to fight back...

What's more hateful is that this elven army actually blocked the gate of the underground castle. No matter how many gray dwarf warriors rushed out, they would be shot into hedgehogs by the elven warriors.

The magic arrows they carried with them seemed to be free of charge.

This is simply the most elite elven army Doyle has ever encountered.

Doyle calmed down.

Although he is a fat man, he is also a top treasure hunter and is very good at disguise.

Crouching behind the volcanic rock, Doyle, wearing a black cloak, ran down the hillside little by little. Soon he found the elf patrol team at the foot of the mountain. He just pressed his body against the trunk of a big tree and quietly pulled off his cloak. The leather armor he was wearing inside was the same color as the bark.

He waited motionlessly for the elf patrol team to leave, and then continued to grope towards the dock.

Doyle knew that there would definitely be many elf patrol teams and sentries on the way from the dock to the underground castle. He went around the volcano to the east of the island, and then approached the dock along the edge of the jungle.

Although he encountered several elven patrols along the way, Doyle luckily avoided them all.

Doyle touched his face with his big hand, and looked out from the bushes towards the dock. He actually saw thousands of unarmed gray dwarf compatriots standing on the dock. These gray dwarves were tied together with ropes and squatted on the dock.

At this time, Doyle was actually a little strange. As pirates, gray dwarf warriors are good at diving. They were tied with ropes and squatted on the dock, but no one tried to struggle and jump into the sea to escape.

A group of elf warriors guarding the dock, only one or two hundred people, could actually guard thousands of gray dwarf captives.

He found an opportunity, rushed out of the jungle, rushed to the beach at the fastest speed, and then plunged into the sea. He pinched his nose and swam forward along the seabed.

Doyle's swimming ability is very good. He can swim in the sea with his eyes open, and can dive hundreds of meters in one breath. He deliberately swam a distance into the depths of the sea before changing direction and approaching the dock.

Suddenly, a figure passed by Doyle. Doyle thought it was a big fish in the shallow water. He turned his head and looked around, but he didn't see the shadow of the big fish.

He slowed down and prepared to stick his head out of the water to take a breath. Just when his mouth was out of the water, he felt a hard and strong arm strangled his neck.

Doyle immediately elbowed back and held the arm that was strangling his neck with his other hand. A bone spur pierced his palm.

Doyle's head emerged from the sea and screamed.

He used his strong arms to break free from the hard arm. When he turned around, he saw a siren warrior covered with scales pulling out a dagger from his waist and stabbing him in the ribs.

Doyle immediately petrified his body. The dagger pierced his left rib, making a "ding" sound, but did not pierce his stone skin.

Doyle raised his fist and punched the siren warrior in the face.

The siren warrior was knocked away, and Doyle didn't dare to fight at all. He immediately swam more than ten meters toward the shore, then stood up and ran into the woods like crazy.

But when he ran to the edge of the dense forest, he found that there were hundreds of gray dwarf compatriots digging pits with hoes behind the sand dunes, and there were only a dozen elf guards holding longbows staring at them around.

These gray dwarf compatriots dug the sand pits, and some other gray dwarves threw a large number of gray dwarf corpses into the sand pits for burial.

Doyle turned around and wanted to run in another direction, but he was just at the top of the sand dune. When he turned around and ran, he was a little careless and stepped on the soft fine sand, causing the entire sand dune to slide.

The elf warrior who was supervising the gray dwarves digging the pit immediately found Doyle, and the elves blew the whistle.

Doyle rushed into the dense forest in a panic, and his fat body was like a cannonball, directly hitting the dense forest next to the beach.

At the moment when his body flew into the dense forest, a hand stretched out from behind the tree trunk. In that hand, a sword was held, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at his stomach. If Doyle did not change the direction of his running, his stomach would be cut open by this sword.

But if he changed direction at this time, he must slow down...

Before Doyle made a choice, a fishing net fell on his head, wrapped his whole body in it, and instantly fell to the ground...

The dark moon elf warrior jumped out from behind the tree, holding a long sword in his hand and chasing Doyle, pointing the sword at Doyle.

The gray dwarf Doyle was pale, and he wanted to take the axe from his waist behind him.

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But the elf guard stood outside the fishing net, holding the long sword against Doyle's neck, and the tip of the sword pierced in a little, and Doyle's blood was like a broken blood bead, constantly flowing out along the tip of the sword.

Doyle quickly let go and let the axe in his hand fall to the sand.

The tip of the sword finally stopped and did not continue to stab into the neck...

Doyle was trembling all over at this time. As long as the elf guard thrust the long sword deeper, he would probably be able to cut off his throat.

Doyle was trapped in the fishing net like a beast, and roared angrily:

"You despicable elves can only sneak attack. If you have the guts, let's fight on the sea!"

"Tiffany, what is this dwarf yelling about?"

Jizena chased from the direction of the sea, all wet, and asked Miss Tiffany behind her.

Miss Tiffany could only understand some simple dwarven language. Doyle spoke too fast just now, and Tiffany did not understand at all, so she said to Jiezenna:

"Who knows! Don't worry about it. I think he is quite powerful. Send him to Roy, maybe we can get some useful information..."

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In fact, Jiezenna not only sent the treasure hunter Doyle to Roy, but also sent a group of gray dwarves who she thought were the leaders to Roy.

Roy asked the Dark Moon Elves to interrogate these gray dwarf leaders and learn about the situation of the underground castle from them...

These Dark Moon Elves assassins were almost all trained by Captain Tennyson, and they also had some experience in torture. They just separated all the gray dwarf leaders and interrogated them individually.

Then they killed the gray dwarves who gave different answers first, and then interrogated them separately. The answers they gave suddenly became surprisingly consistent.

After interrogating Roy, he learned that the number of gray dwarves living in the underground castle was nearly 30,000. Although the underground castle used some secret passages, the passages were narrow and difficult to navigate and were not suitable for large-scale escapes of gray dwarves.

"Boss, this fat man ran away from the underground castle. Do you want to have a few words with him?"

The adjutant walked quickly to Roy's side and asked.

Behind him was a gray dwarf bandit, who was escorted by two elf guards.

Roy turned his head and glanced at the gray dwarf Doyle. He stood in front of Doyle and asked the fat gray dwarf:

"You ran out of it, where are you going?"

"I plan to take a look at the situation at the dock. If possible, steal a boat and run out to bring in reinforcements!" Doyle, the gray dwarf, glared at Roy and said.

Captain Jeroin understood the dwarf language, and he briefly translated it for Roy.

"You are quite honest!"

Roy took out a bottle of mental potion and poured it into his stomach.

He was prepared to hold out until the evening and then ask Captain Timothy to replace him.

Doyle did not expect that the top commanders of the elf army would be several humans, and there were actually some human priests among them. Now he finally understood why the gray dwarf warriors on the dock were defeated so ugly.

These priests are the standard auxiliary troops of the Empire's Constructed Knights. The Green Empire's Constructed Knights with priests have almost penetrated the entire continent of Roland.

"You despicable guys, if you have the ability, you can have a fight with us gray dwarves at sea." Doyle angrily yelled at Roy.

Captain Jeroin translated it, and Roy almost laughed out of anger at him.

"You actually call us despicable guys? You gray dwarf bandits have invaded our Queen Evanni Islands for no reason. We have been fighting in this sea area for so many years, and now you actually call us despicable guys?" Roy looked at him. said.

"Who started the trouble first? Now they are talking about us!"

Roy pressed his hand on his forehead with bulging veins and glared at the gray dwarf Doyle.

After Captain Jeroin translated Roy's words, the gray dwarf Doyle did not dare to continue to contradict the young human officer.

"I will let you see with your own eyes here...how the gray dwarf bandits hiding in the underground castle were judged by us!" Roy said bitterly.

Doyle was tied tightly with ropes and tied directly to the trunk of a big tree. From his side, he could just see the exit of the underground castle.

At this moment, an iron hook appeared at the exit of the underground castle, hooking the gray dwarf robber corpses that had fallen at the entrance one by one.

Two hundred mixed-blood elves stood on the wall, holding elven longbows in their hands, waiting for the gray dwarves to show up...

Seeing the situation outside the island, Doyle, who was trapped in the tree, couldn't help but close his eyes.

Then he seemed to have made a decision and shouted at the top of his lungs at Roy's position: "If you are willing to let go of these brothers of mine, I can provide you with a treasure and let us make an equal exchange." exchange……"