One night a few days later, in the Boulder Castle.

It was late at night, but the Wolf-Headed Overseer's office was still lit with candles.

The wolf-headed overseer was sitting at his desk, reading at night, flipping through intelligence documents sent back from all over the northern grasslands.

Suddenly, an inexplicable throbbing felt in the heart of the wolf leader, and he couldn't help frowning.

Although the Wolf Overseer is not very strong in personal strength, he is also a high-level martial artist after all, so he is very clear about the source of his heart palpitations.

It was an extremely powerful and terrifying aura that quietly invaded his body, and a strong man announced his arrival in this way.

The Wolf Leader Overseer smiled coldly and whispered to himself: "I didn't expect that there would be a Holy Rank powerhouse visiting the Giant Stone Fort tonight!" After speaking, he closed the Chinese piece in his hand, got up and walked to the windowsill of the office, pushed open the window, and looked out.

Outside the window, a bright moon hangs in the quiet and deep night sky. The cold weather in the depths of winter makes the moonlight more deserted.

By the light of the moon, the Wolf-Headed Overseer could clearly see a figure floating in the sky above Boulder Castle, a red-clad and red-haired male elf.

The elven man in the sky saw the wolf-headed overseer standing through the window, only to see him raise his feet in the air, his body falling sharply downward, and his long red hair stood upside down one by one, dancing wildly in the wind like a cluster of dancing flames.

The next moment, he disappeared from the eyes of the Wolf-Headed Overseer.

The wolf-headed overseer's eyes were slightly condensed, and before he could react, he heard a sudden 'squeak' open door behind him. The wolf-headed Overseer turned around to find that the office door had been opened, and the elven man had walked in through the door.

At the same time, the Wolf Overseer also saw that the two werewolf guards who were on duty outside the office tonight had fallen on the ground behind the elven man.

The Wolf-Headed Overseer's face suddenly sank.

As soon as the elven man walked into the office of the wolf-headed overseer, he heard two cold snorts suddenly from outside the office, and then saw two figures, one in front of him and one behind him, rushing into the office like lightning and stopping the elf man.

Immediately following the elven man into the Wolf-Headed Overseer's office were an orc warrior and an orc shaman.

It turned out that although the elven man did not release a large range of breath to envelop the boulder castle, he only released his breath against the wolf leader overseer, indicating his arrival, but the two orcs in front of him were very human, and they still sensed the breath released by the elf man, so they immediately rushed over.

"Who are you? How bold is it to break into the Boulder Fort alone! The orc warrior let out a cold snort when he saw the elven man.

"We're meeting again, Seven-Star Sword Master!" the elven man glanced at the orc warrior and said lightly.

That orc warrior was none other than Steel Scythe.

Listening to the meaning of the elf man's words, it was clear that he had seen himself, but he had no impression of the elf man in front of him. Surprised, Steel Scythe immediately carefully sensed the breath on the elf man's body, and soon, Steel Scythe's face changed, and he asked with some surprise, "...... You're the dragon, Doragni?"

"You're right!" replied the elven man, still in a flat voice.

The orc shaman with the Scythe had apparently heard of Dorag from the Scythe

Ni was immediately taken aback, and couldn't help but open his mouth and ask, "Are you really the Red Dragon 'Flame Wings' back then?"

The orc shaman who asked the question was not from the orc clan, but from the bird clan. He had a very striking hooked nose on his face and a pair of broad wings on his back, and he was an Eagle of the Iger tribe. And the magical aura emanating from this eagle man shaman has not only entered the tenth level, but has even reached the peak of the tenth level.

However, Doragni did not rush to answer the eagle man's holy shaman's question, but turned his head to look at him and asked, "I heard that after the war with the Alpine Giant Khanate, among the several holy rank powerhouses in the western expedition of the Beamon Empire, there is a holy shaman named Austin who also came to the northern grassland with the army, presumably it is you, your Excellency, right?"

"Yes, right down!" Austin said.

After confirming Austin's identity, Doragni replied leisurely, "I am indeed the Red Dragon 'Flaming Wings' from a thousand years ago!"

After hearing Doragni personally say that he was the legendary red dragon 'Flame Wings' from a thousand years ago, the wolf-headed Overseer raised his eyebrows and slowly asked, "Your Excellency Doragni, I wonder why you came to Boulder Castle late at night? Could it be that you want to assassinate this Overseer?"

"Lord Overseer is laughing!" Doragni shook his head and said with a smirk, "Presumably Lord Overseer already knows about the relationship between the Dragon Worship Cult and the Red Flame Fire Dragon Mercenary Regiment, right? I am here tonight on behalf of the Dragon Worship Sect and the Red Flame Fire Dragon Mercenary Group, and I want to discuss with you to see if there is any possibility of cooperation between you and me!"

"Cooperation?" The Wolf Overseer narrowed his eyes and pointed to the werewolf guards lying outside the door, "This is your sincerity of cooperation?"

"I didn't take their lives, I just knocked them unconscious!" Doragni smiled.

When the wolf-headed overseer heard this, his face turned slightly pale, and he asked, "Then what does Your Excellency want to cooperate with us?"

"We, the Dragon Worship Cult and the Red Flame Fire Dragon Mercenary Regiment, are willing to defect to the Beamon Empire, recognize the dominance of the Beamon Empire in the northern grasslands, and send cultists and warriors to fight together with the Northern Army under the Overseer's Lordship, and uproot the forces that resist the Beamon Empire on the grasslands!"

The expression on the face of the Wolf Leader Overseer was first surprised, and then he snorted and asked rhetorically: "Now that I have more than 100,000 troops in my hands, could it be that without the help of your Dragon Worship Sect and the Red Flame Dragon Mercenary Regiment, I can't eliminate those forces on the grassland that dare to resist the Empire?"

"If the Overseer just wants to destroy the mercenary groups of the steppes, or the tribes of goblins, orcs, ogres, etc., then that's fine! But what if you count the Castle in the Sky?" said Doragni with a long pause.

As soon as these words came out, the whole house was shocked.

Scythe and Austin looked at each other, then finally looked at the Wolf-Headed Overseer.

"You, are you willing to help us deal with the Sky Castle?" asked the Wolf Leader Overseer as he took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and asked word by word.

Doragni nodded slowly.

"Say your quid pro quo, then!" said the Wolf-Headed Overseer in a deep voice.

......

While Doragni, the leader of the Dragon-worshipping Cult, and the Orc-Wolf Overseer negotiate their cooperation in Boulder Fortress overnight, a fierce siege battle is being fought outside the important town of Fort Glory in the southwestern part of the steppe.

At this moment, Fort Glory

At the head of the city and under the city, there were flaming torches everywhere, illuminating the battlefield of the night as bright as day. And the shouts of killing and the splashing of flesh and blood are intertwined, playing a music of death.

It was a battlefield of blood and fire.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

An endless rain of arrows streaked across the night sky and fell on the head of Fort Glory, forcing the day-to-day mercenary shooters at the head of the city to dodge, not daring to shoot arrows at the orc warriors attacking from below.

Under the cover of the rain of arrows from their own archers, more than 2,000 orc warriors surrounded dozens of ladders, stepped on the corpses of their fallen comrades on the ground, and finally attacked the city of Glory Fort again. As soon as the ladder reached the top of the city, the orc warriors immediately roared and jumped up the ladder and quickly climbed towards the city.

And after the orc warriors began to climb towards the head of the city, in order to avoid accidental injury, the archers in the orc army array under the city also stopped suppressing the rain of arrows at the head of Fort Glory.

As a result, the daily mercenary soldiers at the head of the city took the opportunity to rise again, holding long forks and poles, and pushed hard towards the ladders that were erected at the head of the city.

Before most of the orc warriors could reach the top of the city, most of the dozens of ladders had been pushed down with forks by the day-to-day mercenary warriors on the city, and the orc warriors on the ladders fell from a height of more than ten meters above the ground and fell to the ground alive. However, after a few orc warriors managed to reach the top of the city through the few remaining ladders that were not knocked down, they were quickly drowned in the daily stream of mercenaries at the head of the city.

The toppled ladders were immediately re-erected at the top of the city, and then pushed down again. After six or seven times of repeated tug-of-war, the boiling oil in the dozen cauldrons lined up at the head of the city was splashed on the ladders by the mercenary soldiers day by day, and then the torches were thrown to the ladders, and this round of siege battles came to an end.

The flames engulfed the dozens of ladders that the orc warriors had used to siege the city. And on and under the ladder, the orc warriors, who were stained with boiling oil splashed from the city, first burned, then ignited by the flames, and turned into humanoid torches, howled and danced wildly, and after a frantic and futile death-fighting struggle, finally fell to the ground one by one, never to move again.

In this round of siege battles, more than 2,000 orc warriors who rushed to the city were almost wiped out, and only a few were spared and fled back to their own military formations.

"His grandmother's, it's the second half of the night now, and the night attack launched by these orcs has lasted for half a night, don't they plan to retreat and prepare to launch a new round of attack?" After seeing another group of orc warriors in the orc army array under the city start to march forward, the silver-gray plate armor on their bodies has been stained red with blood, and they jumped up angrily, and scolded angrily.

"Alright, dwarf, don't scold, let's hurry up and rest!" beside Copper Whisker, Gangyan, who was also covered in blood, sat down on the ground with exhaustion, panting like a cow.

"Counting the battle during the day yesterday, the number of orcs killed should have exceeded three thousand, but tonight they still refused to retreat, this time it seems that they are determined to take the Glory Castle!" Roy continued as he wiped the blood from the two short swords he used. On Roy's face, a deep melancholy could be seen at this time!

And not far from the three of them, Senna was holding a battlement in the wall of Fort Glory with one hand, looking down at the orc army under the city, frowning silently.