In the crypt on the north side of the Crazy Mountains, a fishy smell surrounds the entire crypt.

Birrell stood at the far end, wearing a dark green robe, staring closely at the depths of the dark cave with a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. He never came out after the first few orcs walked in.

It was as if they all disappeared out of thin air and had never been here before.

There were still many orcs around chewing the tender and delicious meat. The viscous liquid flowed down their arms and thighs and fell to the ground, moistening the gray-black soil into black-red balls.

of mud.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a thick black mist filled the cave. The mist was like a living person. It suddenly dissipated with a scream of terror and condensed into several magic words in mid-air, blocking some kind of energy from above.

"Come here, I didn't expect Dewey to be so careful." Birrell narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured in a low voice.

Jasmine and the others behind them also held their breath as they looked at the orcs walking out in front of them. They all understood that the other party was a prophet with the same name as Bielel, and he also had his name among the first-level prophets - the Sage of Mist.

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Beside the dark cave, three orcs were wearing black and gray Suo Zi armor. Their strong and majestic bodies made the Suo Zi armor bulge. And their arms were surrounded by a black copper ring with the inscriptions on it.

The number of runes that came out reached nearly ten, absorbing the mana elements floating in the air at a constant speed. If you pull them casually, you can use the element particles to turn into clouds of mist sharp knives.

Among the three orcs, stood a short man who was as tall as a dwarf or about the same height as a dwarf. He was stooped and had his hands on the white robe draped behind him. On his bare head, there were two huge fists.

The big and small eyes were locked tightly on Birrell, and wisps of scarlet needle light refracted from those eyes, giving off a sinister look.

"Billel, I didn't expect you to come so quickly today. Now let's sign the frontline alliance quickly. At the same time, I also want to hear the news about your investigation in Wanghuo City this time, as well as the method you formulated."

Elvish, which was hoarse and roaring like a tiger, came out of Dewey's mouth strangely. The voice was not very standard, but it was not easy for a half-orc to be able to speak Elvish like this.

Birrell nodded and asked Jasmine and others behind him to follow him.

Inside the cave.

The cliffs of the entire cave are covered with black stones, which are inlaid around the entire cliff. They are like a large array of runes that emit rolling heat, making the cave not as cold and cold as imagined, and there is no moisture at all in the corners.

Dirty traces.

As prophets with high intelligence, they have the same requirements for cleanliness as humans. Naturally, they will not live a life of eating hair and drinking blood all day like ordinary orcs. While they pursue the ultimate in magic power, they also have a desire for normalcy.

He began to pursue material life. Perhaps it is because of this that Dewey, who is wearing a long robe, looks like a human child from the back if you don't look at it from the front.

"Please take a seat." Dewey stretched out a hand from his robe, and held it with his black hands engraved with runes. All the stones on the ground flew into the air, and then condensed into stone chairs. This was a wonderful move.

It didn't surprise anyone, after all, they were all senior personnel of this attack.

In their eyes, magical spells are not so unknown and mysterious.

"This is a fixed rune petrification technique. It's such a waste." Birrell couldn't help but think to himself. He understood that this kind of move can directly activate the runes in the hand and condense the real thing without reciting a spell.

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"How's it going? Let's tell the story this time." Dewey sat on the chair, with three Orc warriors behind him standing on top of him. The Orc warriors who had reached the official level of knights still had the Mist Sage as their leader.

Birrell smiled slightly and began to tell the whole story.

"I secretly sent my men into Wanghuo City to investigate. There are only nine days left until the birthday of the leader of Wanghuo City. I think they will all gather together to celebrate. You also understand human behavior and habits. This is the right time for us.

I have already thought about the sneak attack. The time is set for that night. My team of elf assassins will sneak in first and then create panic."

"Wait a minute, there is no detecting magic barrier on the city wall. If we attract that attention, everything will be discovered."

"Of course I know." Birrell was still very calm. He stretched out his old fingertips, and a faint green light emitted from his fingertips carved some words and maps in the void. The lines of green light quickly converged into the shape of a wall.

, and then several figures with rough lines appeared. They were actually walking on the wall, staring straight ahead.

"Wow~~~"

A layer of light wind blew by, and dozens of black figures prepared to attack the green figure, but as soon as they encountered it, they let out a piercing cry.

"This magic barrier is only useful for attacking the soldiers on the city wall. Once they attack them, the entire magic circle will be triggered, which will trigger a crazy counterattack from the mage tower. But if I send a team of elite ordinary knight-level assassins in the town

Abusing everywhere, you suddenly attack from the outer door. Regarding this advantage, I think you should understand how good it is."

Biler was somewhat confident. He understood that it was impossible for the Orcs alone to break through the Fire City, unless they borrowed Orcs from a formal large tribe and then used all their strength. However, this would attract the attention of Emperor Mars from behind. Therefore, they could only

They can engage in small-scale conflicts, but never achieve a breakthrough. But the war elves are different. They are born to be hidden masters, and they have not fought with humans for a long time, so they do not have much defense against the elves.

Dewey pondered for a while and carefully analyzed the pros and cons of this plan. He would definitely sign the front-line alliance, but in terms of benefits, he was sure that the whole thing was a win-win situation. He did not hesitate too much and nodded very simply.

Agree: "Since you war elves have also made a lot of efforts, you can leave the siege to us. You only need to give me some archers and maintain a certain long-range capability."

"Okay, the time will be set at night nine days later." Birrell spoke hurriedly.

Dewey thought for a while and readily agreed.

"Let's sign the contract next." Birrell threw out a piece of gray and simple paper with some brief information written on the top of the paper. The contents were clear with just two glances.

Faced with the treaty, Birrell agreed.

"Pfft!" Dewey bit off a little blood from his rough and thick palm. At the same time, the blood was mixed with a trace of his own spiritual power and a small amount of powder, and then dripped onto the paper. Birrell also imitated Dewey very simply.
Chapter completed!