Roy changed into a normal leather armor in the tent and dressed up as an ordinary elven hunter, and then quietly left the negotiating team's temporary camp.

He walked to the river in the valley and stopped for a moment beside the stone monument.

I have to say that this time Lord Jarvis is in a bit of a hurry, if he squeezes the living space of the half-blood elves step by step, and forces them to the south step by step, as long as he stays away from Padstow City, not only will this lord slowly belong to him, but those slave traders will also move to the south of the Pattington plane.

Once away from the city of Padusto, it is difficult for the slave trade to be involved in Jarvis.

He was in a hurry to enclose the territory and force tens of thousands of half-blood elves to nowhere to go......

In the city of Padesto, the slave trade has been discovered by everyone......

He didn't have a death word printed on his forehead now, completely because there was no death penalty in the Silver Moon Elf Kingdom.

Under the watchful eyes of several rebel soldiers, Roy walked into the barrier village with a calm face.

Today, the village is overcrowded, full of household garbage and makeshift tents, and even a lot of hammocks hang from the trees, saying that the woodland is crowded with half-blood elves.

Roy carried a small round shield behind him, a short dagger pinned to his waist, and wore a shabby leather armor, with a bulging pocket around his waist.

A rebel soldier saw Roy crossing the river, approached him head-on, and asked Roy in a loud voice:

"Wait a minute, where are you from?"

"Blackwater Swamp, where I usually hunt dire wolves, now that the merchants in Paddestow City are gone, it's like trying your luck here......" Roy replied in a fluent elven language.

"Where are you going?" Rebel fighters still refuse to let their guard down.

"Let's see if we can sell the dire wolf fur here." Roy hurriedly took down the luggage roll he was carrying behind him and opened it in front of the rebel soldier, and sure enough, it was two broken dire wolf furs.

The rebel warrior looked at Roy's face and asked suspiciously, "Human?" ”

"Half-elf, my mother is an elf!" Roy said with a grin, then retied the duffel roll and saddled it behind his back.

It was so easy to cross the river.

"If you want to sell these two pelts, you can go to the second district to have a look, if you want to join the rebels, now you have to go to the fifth district to sign up, but there are a lot of fish and dragons over there, be careful that these two furs are scammed." The rebel soldier reminded carefully.

Presumably because Roy is not a half-blood elf, the rebels speak to him in an extremely kind tone.

Roy saw that the rebel soldiers' faces were a little emaciated......

Obviously, the lack of supplies here has made the rebel fighters suffer a lot.

He took a sour apple from his leather pocket, tossed it to the rebel, and then walked into the walled village.

According to the information provided by the rebels, Roy found other elves and inquired, only to learn that the current barrier village is divided into five regions.

For every 10,000 half-blood elf rebels gathered, a large district will be established, and now it is set up in the fifth district, which means that the number of half-blood elf rebels in the vicinity is less than 50,000.

That's 30,000 more rebel fighters than we've heard before.

Not only has the village become overcrowded, but some of the rebel settlements have expanded beyond the village.

The first district is the core area of the walled village, the second district is next to the first district, and the fifth district has now opened up the upper woodland of the river.

The Barrier Village looks very cluttered......

Roy walked in the barrier village, and no one came to interrogate him.

Not only is the free market gone, but some of the original trading houses in the village have been closed, and the wooden houses of these trading houses have been inhabited by some rebels.

Many half-blood elves were lying in their tents, and looking at their expressions, it was as if they were messing around here.

There is a sour smell everywhere in the village, and there are some garbage piled up in many corners that have not been cleaned up in time, giving off a disgusting smell.

It is no wonder that when the negotiators entered the barrier village, the rebels here would form a passage, probably because they did not want the negotiators to see the chaos in the barrier village......

Maybe the leader of the rebel army didn't have any management experience, and when the number of half-blood elves living in the barrier village exceeded 10,000, he didn't know how to manage it at all.

……

"Do you want dire wolf fur? Can be used to craft leather armor......"

Roy approached a half-blood rebel who was shirtless and looked like he had no leather cuirass, and he was carrying two good-looking craftsman's swords and bulging leather pockets around his waist.

"You have leather?" The rebel was immediately interested, and watched Roy open the leather scroll.

"How do you sell this? I've got a lot of Kohler. The rebels reached out and rubbed the somewhat stiff fur, and found that it was indeed a piece of dire wolf leather, and immediately leaned closer, opened the bulging leather pocket, and found a large stack of Kohlers from inside.

Roy was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "Is there a magic crystal?" One for two magic crystals. ”

"It's so expensive, why don't you grab it?" The rebel muttered, and then said, "Five hundred Kollers outside can be exchanged for a magic crystal, and I have at least more than a thousand Kohlers in this pocket, all for you!" Would you like to sell me this fur? ”

"What is Kohler for? I can't spend it again! Roy decisively refused.

He looked around warily, quickly retied the leather rolls, and prepared to leave.

The rebel hurriedly grabbed Roy's arm and said with a grin: "Don't be in a hurry to leave, we can discuss it again......

The rebel soldier tossed his leather bag aside and grabbed Roy's leather roll, not wanting him to leave.

"What other good things do you have?"

Roy paused and turned to the rebel warrior to ask.

The rebel soldier touched his waist in embarrassment, and he really didn't have anything to hold other than the useless Kohler.

"Have you ever seen a human mage here?"

Roy whispered as he rummaged through his leather pocket, which was full of Kohler.

"You're saying that the human mage who looks about the same as you, I've met him twice, and I know that he lives in the Fifth District, and he usually wears a mage robe and a certain conical ......hat when he goes out," the rebel fighter hurriedly said.

"Do you live in the Fifth Arrondissement?"

"That's right, he's a magician, you go to the Fifth District and ask around, many elves know about him." Said the rebel fighters.

"Alright, this dire wolf fur is yours!"

Roy pulled out a dire wolf fur and handed it to the rebel fighter, tying his leather pocket around his waist by the way.

Roy just casually inquired, but he didn't expect that any elves had actually seen Benjamin, and it seemed that he was doing well on the rebel side......

(End of chapter)