When Roy and a team of half-blood elven warriors chased after him along the mine, he could always see several gray dwarves lying in a row at the mouth of the mine, all of them lying in a pool of blood, almost all of them in a dying state.

He could only lift the gray dwarves out of the pool of blood by letting the half-blood elven warriors find the gray dwarves who were still breathing and heartbeat, and he was ready to free his hands before treating them.

The half-blood elven warriors chased far along the mine and finally saw a dozen gray dwarves standing back to back.

Nearly every gray dwarf had a pickaxe and a stone hammer in their hands, constantly swinging them in front of them, their eyes turning blood-red, and several gray dwarves lying in pools of blood in front of them.

There was already a squad of half-blood elf warriors rushing to this side, because the number of the other party was a bit large, so they endured it and didn't make a move.

"What's wrong with them?"

The half-blood elf warriors who had come with Roy secretly asked their companions, who had arrived a little earlier than them.

"They've been dumbfounded by the Darkmoon Elves...... "One of the half-blood elves who arrived first replied in a whisper.

These half-blood elves are all from the second mine, and they naturally know how terrifying these dark moon elves are.

Roy waved at everyone, and a group of half-blood elven warriors surrounded them, and the gray dwarves discarded their weapons and chose to surrender!

The ten Darkmoon Elves are still hunting down the absconding Grey Dwarves.

Roy led a team of half-blood elven warriors and captured some gray dwarves one after another.

Perhaps these ten Dark Moon Elves were too ruthless, and the number of gray dwarf corpses encountered along the way was always more than the number of living gray dwarves......

In just half a day, the battle below the mine was over, and the gray dwarves in the mine suffered heavy losses, only half of the more than a hundred gray dwarves survived, and these surviving gray dwarves, and some of them were seriously injured by Roy from the ghost gate, and they could swallow their last breath at any time and return to the arms of the creator.

Looking at the wounds on the corpses of these gray dwarves, Roy was also speechless, as long as these dark moon elves made a move, they were fatally wounded, either kidney blows, or backstabs and throat cuts, these injured gray dwarves really had to rely on a little luck if they wanted to survive.

……

A half-blood elven warrior ran out of the mine with a lantern in his hand.

He went straight to Roy and whispered to Roy, "Boss, we've found those Dark Moon Elves trapped in the mines, but many of them are injured and in a bad situation. ”

Roy gave up the gray dwarf he was treating, his heart tube was cut off, and he was able to survive until now because of his strong physique.

Roy then asks the half-blood elves, "Where are they, take me there......"

"Okay, boss!" The half-blood elven warrior said.

Now, there is some confusion about what these half-blood elves call Roy.

At the time of the Second Mine, some of the half-blood elves liked to call Roy 'Lord Roy', and now the group of half-blood elf warriors call Roy 'boss'.

The half-blood elves walked fast, and Roy followed with some difficulty.

Ran all the way into the depths of the mine, only to find a mine at the entrance of the Dark Moon Elves retreating to a mine, these Dark Moon Elves looked very thin, obviously not living a comfortable life underground, they saw Roy with a team of half-blood elves in armor coming over, and hurriedly saluted Roy.

Roy didn't see the ten Darkmoon Elves he brought with him among the Darkmoon Elves......

Walking into this seemingly hidden mine tunnel, almost all of the Dark Moon Elves standing outside were relatively sound, and after walking a little inside, I saw some injured Dark Moon Elves lying against the rock wall.

The half-blood elf who led the way in front did not stop, and explained to Roy as he walked:

"These Dark Moon Elves are only slightly injured, they seem to be in a bad state, most of the reason is that they haven't eaten for too long, and their physique is too weak!"

Thinking of how strong the Dark Moon Elves in the Second Mine were, Roy felt a little incredible.

The Darkmoon Elves of the First Mines have allowed themselves to fall into this predicament...... How exactly do they do it?

The further you go inside, the weaker the Dark Moon Elves you will see.

Roy walked all the way into the mine, only to find that a stone slab inside was actually covered with a layer of linen, on which lay a dark moon elf, with a blood hole the size of a baby's fist on his shoulder, although the blood hole was no longer bleeding outside, but the wound was almost black and purple.

There was only one lantern in the mine, and the light was dim, but fortunately, there was a divine glimmer floating above Roy's head, which allowed him to clearly observe the wound.

The wound was infected, and severe, the Dark Moon Elf still had a fever and had fallen into a severe coma.

"Boss, he is the leader of these Dark Moon Elves, Captain Lambert, he was injured when he fought with the gray dwarves ten days ago, and now his injuries are more serious, although we have given him a life potion just now, but it has no effect." The half-blood elf said quickly.

Captain Lambert was surrounded by more than a dozen Darkmoon Elves, and all the elves were very surprised to see the half-blood elf warriors actually walk in with a young human.

At this time, Roy was not stage frightened, and stood up and took the initiative to say: "My name is Roy, and I am now the mine owner of this mine, and there has been no output in the mine recently, so I will come down and take a look, do you mind if I look at his injuries?" ”

Roy's last sentence was to ask the Dark Moon Elf lady next to the stone bed, and it could be seen that her relationship with Lambert was not ordinary.

The Lady of the Dark Moon Elves stared at Roy, her thin face without a trace of blood, but her eyes did not flinch in the slightest.

"Roy Mine Master, do you know how to use first aid?"

Her voice was broken, and her voice was dry and hoarse.

"I'm not good at first aid, but I have this ......"

As he spoke, Roy pulled out a small glass bottle of Tree of Life sap from his bosom, which was only the size of half an egg, but inside was undiluted Tree of Life sap.

Seeing the sap of the Living Tree exuding a rich breath of life, almost all of the Darkmoon Elves' eyes fell on Roy's palm.

The blazing light in their eyes made them want to snatch the little bottle directly.

Several half-blood elf warriors quietly gathered around Roy, they had come out of the second mine, and they didn't have any good feelings for the Darkmoon Elves......

Roy took a step forward and said to the Dark Moon Elf lady:

"I guess you don't mind if I use some magic to help him heal his wounds, do you?"

As he spoke, Roy stretched out his other hand, holding a ball of holy light in his palm, although the light was extremely soft, but in this dark cave, it could be said to be extremely dazzling.

The Dark Moon Elf in the cave was even more surprised when he saw Roy's expression......

Roy didn't explain more, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and as a prayer ended, the divine aura drawn by Roy was filled with divine aura, and when the divine pattern dissipated, the condensed divine aura instantly turned into a pillar of light, enveloping Captain Lambert's wounds.

Then this pillar of light continued to spread outward, and it actually entered Captain Lambert's body and completely covered it.

Leaves made of divine aura continued to fall around Roy, and the entire cavern was illuminated by this holy light......

Behind Roy, the shadow of a holy tree loomed.

Under the illumination of the Holy Light, the blood hole on Captain Lambert's shoulder quickly became swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and some of the pus and blood on the wound turned into a trace of black smoke and quickly dissipated, and it looked like it should have been purified by the Holy Light.

As the wound returned to its normal color, the flesh at the edges of the wound began to squirm slowly and shrink at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The Darkmoon Elves gathered around couldn't help but let out a low cry, this kind of healing effect could only be done by the High Priest of the Darkmoon Temple......

The Pillar of Light lasted only a little over thirty seconds, and faded away before Captain Lambert's wound was fully healed.

Roy leaned down, examined the remaining wound on his shoulder, and said:

"It's okay, it's recovering well!"

With that, he placed another cup on the stone platform and poured a drop of the sap of the Tree of Life from the small bottle he was holding in his palm.

The sap dripped into the cup with precision, and Roy mixed some more water into the cup, and then brought it to Captain Lambert's mouth, holding his chin with his hand, and letting him drink the diluted sap of the Tree of Life.

Captain Lambert's iron-blue face gradually regained a little blood.

His breathing wasn't as weak as it had been before.

The Lady of the Dark Moon Elves looked at Roy with gratitude in her eyes, and the expressions of the Dark Moon Elves around her were no longer so serious.

Roy stood in front of a group of Dark Moon Elves and spoke:

"Let me introduce myself again, my name is Roy, and I'm now the owner of this mine, do you know what I want from you?"

Seeing that all the Dark Moon Elves in the mine were looking at him, Roy said:

"Honestly mining for me in the mine is the only thing I ask of you!"

Roy paused and instructed the half-blood elf warrior beside him:

"Prepare some food for them, bring some tents and blankets down from the warehouse, and by the way, linen clothes......"

Roy babbled on various instructions as he walked out of the mine where the Dark Moon Elves were temporarily living.

(End of chapter)