Chapter 721 722. Gray Dwarf Prisoners of War
Blue sea and blue sky...
The coastline of Queen's Island is charred black, and the waves push some soaked charred hulk planks onto the beach. These white The beach became filthy, and the elves could even find some dwarf weapons on the beach.
For the elves, the tower shields and war hammers used by the dwarves are too heavy. Even the powerful sword dancers are not used to using such war hammers.
I heard that the orc warriors in the north like the weapons of the dwarves very much.
For a long time, the orcs have been able to guard the Mensa Plain and completely block the Dark Moon Elves in the Evernight Forest from moving north. This is also the reason why the dwarves secretly provide sophisticated weapons to the orcs.
The duergar bandits were defeated in the Queen Egwene Islands not only because the Silver Moon Elves had air supremacy.
Another reason is that the eight magic airships brought by Roy carry a large number of magic weapons.
This battle is actually a waste of money. A magic burst arrow is worth two magic crystals. Roy asked the magic airship to fire a round at the gray dwarf bandit's three-masted sailboat, almost burning it. A set of magic pattern structure, when the three-masted sailing ship was burned on Queen's Island, the eight magic airships consumed more than 2,000 magic crossbow arrows, and most of them were magic explosion arrows.
When Roy led eight magic airships to the outskirts of the Queen Egwene Islands and chased thirty-three three-masted sailing ships, almost all that was consumed in the battle were magic crystal arrows.
Although there were only thirty-three three-masted sailing ships, Roy consumed as many as 8,000 magic crystal arrows in the three-day battle to recapture all these ships. He completely defeated the eight magic ships this time. All the magic crossbow arrows carried by the airship were shot empty.
These two battles directly consumed 20,000 magic crystals, and this was just the cost of the magic crossbow arrows.
The other eight magic airships are floating in the sky and require the continuous operation of the flotation device, which also requires a large amount of magic crystals.
The daily expenses of four thousand mixed-blood elf guards, etc...
A war is constantly burning money.
Obviously, Roy won the bet this time. He exchanged less than 30,000 magic crystals for thirty-three three-masted sailing ships. This business was definitely profitable for Roy.
The only thing that troubled Roy was the fifty thousand gray dwarf prisoners of war.
He actually doesn’t hate gray dwarf prisoners of war. On the contrary, the many mines on the Pagisto Plateau really need some gray dwarf miners. Gray dwarves are all born miners. Life underground is more comfortable than on the ground. As long as they are given enough wine and sausages, the gray dwarves will obediently carry their pickaxes and walk into the mine.
But there are too many gray dwarves on Queen's Island, and Roy needs to invest a lot of energy to manage so many gray dwarf prisoners of war.
Now that there are constant troubles on Partington Island, Roy does not want to be distracted by these gray dwarf prisoners of war anymore...
Therefore, Roy himself was very resistant to Count Swinburne handing over all gray dwarf prisoners of war to him.
But he wanted these thirty-three three-masted sailboats very much, so he had no choice but to agree.
Now these three-masted sailing ships cannot dock. If there are no additional ships to transport the gray dwarf prisoners of war on Queen's Island, Roy can only build a temporary prisoner of war camp on the beach of Queen's Island to hold the island. There were nearly 30,000 gray dwarf prisoners of war.
In order to be able to take care of the gray dwarf prisoners of war, Roy also transferred three thousand mixed-blood elf guards from the magic airship and stayed on Queen's Island to guard the temporary prisoner of war camp.
Thirty-three three-masted sailing ships and seven magic airships were parked in the bay. Each three-masted sailing ship held nearly 700 gray dwarf prisoners of war. As the long horn sounded, all three The sails were all hoisted, and the sailing ships formed a long procession and headed towards Partington Island.
Along the way, the Fifth and Sixth Silver Pegasus Knights will escort the fleet...
Roy took a magic airship and rushed back to Partington Island from the wind layer in advance. Make preparations on Partington Island.
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More than 50,000 gray dwarf prisoners of war could not go to the Partington plane on a three-masted sailing ship at the same time. Roy could only transport these gray dwarf prisoners of war to the island of Pa in two parts. Tinton Island.
The magic airship broke through the clouds and quickly landed on the sea near the port of Partington Island. The huge waves it set off flew more than ten meters high. The elves on the dock looked towards the sea.
At this moment, the port pier of Partington Island was full of medium-sized sailing ships. Roy counted them casually, and there were probably more than twenty ships...
Some mixed-blood elves were carrying simple luggage and walked out with a blank look on their faces. He got off the medium-sized sailboat and looked around with a curious expression on his face, acting like a country bumpkin.
The mixed-blood elf porters on the dock were struggling to carry some wooden boxes of military supplies to the medium-sized sailing ship.
Roy arrived at Partington Island just at noon. Under the scorching sun, many mixed-blood elves were sweating...
The port dock seemed particularly lively, with medium-sized sailboats preparing to dock one after another. In the port, there are also medium-sized sailing ships filled with supplies and sailing away.
Roy let the magic airship dock slowly at the port. The crew put down the sampan. Roy walked off the ship with a team of mixed elf guards. He walked through the extremely lively dock. The elves around him seemed to recognize them. His identity consciously gave way to him.
We arrived at the warehouse set up by the 17th Silver Pegasus Legion on the pier of Partington Island. The warehouse manager was a close confidant of Governor Berkeley. Roy often had people come here to collect various military supplies, and He is also very familiar with it.
The Silver Moon Elf administrator came out of the room very attentively and said to Roy with a smile:
"Boss Roy, this time you return to the material transfer station on Partington Island. If you are going to pick up any supplies, I will ask them to prepare them for you right away!”
“I am not here to pick up the equipment this time. The armaments I need are also in your warehouse. No, this time I brought a warrant from Earl Swinburne. The Earl asked you to reduce the share of military supplies transported to the Queen Egwene Islands, and to transport food and maintenance tools to the Queen Island as much as possible. As long as the medium-sized sailing ships currently transporting supplies are used. Before leaving the port, the armaments were unloaded... The specific contents are all written on this document.”
After speaking, Roy took out a document from his pocket and handed it to the warehouse manager.
The warehouse manager looked at the documents in his hand with wide eyes, turned to the subordinates behind him and ordered: "Hurry up to the dock, stop all the medium-sized sailboats that are preparing to set sail, and gather people to replace the supplies... Boss Roy, what happened on Queen's Island?"
"Our naval battle with the gray dwarf bandits has come to an end for the time being, we won. ! So there is no need to replenish military supplies. Now the dock on Queen's Island is completely destroyed. I guess the dock on Queen's Island is being rebuilt, so you need to focus on preparing the craftsmen who will build the dock. It is estimated that craftsmen will go to Queen's Island soon. In addition, there is currently a shortage of food on Queen’s Island, so you have to deliver the food as soon as possible!”
Roy stood aside and reminded the warehouse management.
The Silver Moon Elf warehouse manager quickly thanked Roy: "Thank you, Boss Roy, for the reminder."
Roy asked the warehouse manager: "When will the portal lead from here to Padstow?"
"It is open now. By midnight tonight, the portal will be changed from Padsto to Padstow." "It will take us to Partington Island until noon tomorrow," the warehouse manager said carefully. He transports supplies to Padstow City every day and is very clear about the passage time.
Roy nodded and told the warehouse manager: "I understand, a group of gray dwarf prisoners of war will arrive at the dock of Partington Island tomorrow morning. I need to use the teleportation gate first. All shipments here to the warehouse are going to The supplies from Padstow City will be delayed. If there are any emergency supplies, you must send them over before midnight."
"Got it, Boss Roy!"
Warehouse management responded. After explaining these things to the warehouse management of Partington Island Pier, Roy hurried to the town of Partington. There were still many mixed-blood elves waiting in line to pass through the portal in the square of the town. They needed to accept the military command. Identity verification and registration, and inspection of the goods carried. If the goods carried exceed the regulations, a certain tax must be paid to the tax officer in front of the portal.
The tax officer in front of the portal mainly collects transit taxes on goods. He will turn a blind eye to the mixed-blood elves who moved their families to the Partington plane, even if the luggage they carry is somewhat excessive. One eye's release.
Roy led a group of mixed-blood elf guards to the town square and passed directly through the portal.
The mixed-blood elves waiting in the square started talking after seeing Roy disappearing in the portal.
‘The guards who just walked past seemed to be the same as us... they were mixed elves! ’
‘Didn’t you see the human-looking officer walking in front? I figured he might be Boss Roy. ’
‘We just came to the Partington plane, did we see Boss Roy? ’
Roy did not hear these discussions. After passing through the portal, he looked at the central square of Padstow City.
There are some magical herbs and supplies piled up in the square. It is estimated that they will have to be transported to Partington Island overnight after the portal changes its direction.
The portal guards saw Roy walking out of the portal. They all saluted Roy.
Roy casually asked a guard: "Where is your captain?"
A mixed-blood elf guard with a captain's armband on his arm quickly walked out of the team, saluted Roy again, and then asked :
"Boss Roy, Captain Griffith of the Third Squadron of the Padstow Portal Guard Group Report to you."
Roy walked up and patted him on the shoulder and said to him:
"At this time tomorrow, I will use the teleportation gate to store all the goods in the central square. I need to clear out all the supplies and free up all the square. Can you do that?”
"Boss Roy, leave it to us, we will complete the mission!" Squadron Leader Griffith said loudly.
"Very good..."
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Immediately afterwards, Roy ran to the Silver Pegasus Military Headquarters and said hello to Chief Berkeley.
Berkeley stood up directly, holding his desk with both hands, leaning forward, staring at Roy with wide eyes, and asked in shock:
"You are saying that you spent less than two weeks this time to settle the war on the Queen Egwene Islands, and you also captured tens of thousands of gray dwarf prisoners of war, preparing to bring them back to the Partington plane. Tomorrow, the war will be over. A group of gray dwarf prisoners of war are about to enter Padstow City?"
Roy nodded. "That's it!"
"What do you need me to do for you?" Chief Berkeley calmed down a little and asked Roy.
"I need a place to temporarily house these gray dwarf prisoners of war. Do you have a suitable place?" Roy sat on the chair and said calmly.
"How many prisoners of war can be accommodated in this venue?" Chief Berkeley took a breath and asked Roy.
"There are about 30,000 people in the first group, and there are 25,000 people behind..."
Chief Berkeley frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Currently, there are not many people in Padstow City. There may be such a large space, but you can't let these prisoners of war live in various squares in the city!"
"Then we can only arrange them outside the city. I don't have enough guards. , I need the assistance of the city defense group," Roy continued.
"That's no problem. How many elf guards do you need?"
"Three thousand elf guards are enough." Roy responded.
"Tomorrow at noon, these elf guards will appear in front of the portal in the central square." Chief Berkeley promised.
Roy breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately stood up and said goodbye to Chief Berkeley:
“It’s a deal, okay, I have to rush outside the city to find a place. A suitable place..."
"I have no place for you in the city. If you go outside the city, I can recommend a few places suitable for housing these gray dwarf prisoners of war." Chief Berkeley sat down again. Smiled at Roy.
“You are not recommending an apple orchard to me, are you?”
Roy complained casually.
This time it was Chief Berkeley's turn to raise his head with an embarrassed look, staring at Roy and asking curiously: "How did you guess... that I wanted to recommend the apple orchard to you?"
Roy shrugged speechlessly and responded to Chief Berkeley: "Take a good look, now …What else is there in the suburbs outside Padstow but apple orchards?”
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Due to the small space on Partington Island, the barque After arriving at Partington Island, the gray dwarf prisoners of war stayed on the three-masted sailing ship and did not disembark immediately.
The fleet docked at the port the morning after Roy arrived at Partington Island. At this time, there was a berth at the port pier.
When the three-masted sailboat docked at the dock, Roy led a group of mixed-blood elf guards to wait on the dock. There were also a large number of three-masted sailboats waiting to dock on the sea outside the Partington Island dock.
Roy waited until almost noon before letting these gray dwarf prisoners of war disembark and lined up into the small town on the mountainside.
The mixed-blood elves on Partington Island stood on both sides of the passage, looking at the gray dwarf prisoners of war who were only wearing linen shirts and walked into the portal in embarrassment.
Partington Island is the largest transfer station for the supply chain of the Queen Egwene Islands. The residents of the island naturally know that a naval battle is breaking out in the Queen Egwene Islands, and everyone is discussing when this naval battle will take place. When it's over.
A large number of three-masted sailboats appeared at the island's port pier. Then a large number of gray dwarves without armor or weapons disembarked dejectedly and were led towards the town square portal by a group of mixed-blood elven guards.
There is a half-blood elf guard standing every meter on both sides of the street, seemingly to prevent these gray dwarf prisoners of war from escaping.
These gray dwarf prisoners of war did not stop in the town square. They lined up and walked into the portal and directly entered the Partington plane...
(End of this chapter)