The crypt on the north side of the Crazy Mountains, the smell of fish surrounds the entire crypt.

Birrell stood at the farthest end, his dark green robes, his eyes as if he could perceive people's hearts, staring closely into the dark depths of the cavern, and had not come out since the first few orcs entered, as if they had all disappeared into thin air, and had never been here.

There were still a lot of orcs around munching on the tender and delicious meat, and the viscous liquid ran down their arms and thighs, ticking to the ground, staining the gray and black dirt into black and red mud balls.

"Buzz!"

A thick black mist suddenly filled the cave, the mist was like a living person, and the frightened screams dissipated violently, condensing into several magical words in mid-air, blocking some kind of energy from above.

"Here, I didn't expect this Dewey to be so careful." Birrell narrowed his eyes slightly, and muttered in a low voice.

Jasmine and the others in the back also looked at the orcs who came out in front of them with bated breath, and they all understood that the other party was a prophet with the same name as Birrell, and also had his name among the first-order prophets, the Sage of the Mist.

On the edge of the pitch-black cave, three half-orcs wore a black-gray Zozi armor, and their sturdy and majestic bodies held the Zozi armor bulging. And the arms are surrounded by a round of black copper rings, and the number of runes carved on them has reached nearly ten, absorbing the free mana elements in the air at a uniform speed, and can use the elemental particles to turn into a cloud of mist sharp knives with a casual pull.

In the middle of the three orcs stood a man as short as a dwarf or as tall as a dwarf, hunched over his waist, his hands resting on the white robe draped behind him, his bare head, two eyes the size of a fist locked tightly on Birrell, wisps of scarlet needles refracted from those eyes, and a sinister gaze.

"Birrell, I didn't expect you to come so quickly today, now let's hurry up and sign the frontline covenant, and at the same time, I also want to hear the news of your investigation in Wanghuo City this time, as well as the method you have formulated."

Hoarse like a tiger roaring elf, from Dewey's mouth strange voice, the voice is not too standard, but as a half-orc, it is not easy to say elven language like this.

Birrell nodded, beckoning Jasmine and the others behind him to follow him.

Inside the cave.

The entire cliff of the cave is covered with black stones, which are embedded in the entire cliff around the entire cliff, like a large array of runes emitting billowing heat, making the cave not as cold and cold as imagined, and there are no traces of dampness and dirt in the corners at all.

As prophets with high intelligence, they have the same requirements for cleanliness as humans, and naturally they do not live a life of fur and blood all day long like ordinary orcs. While they pursued the ultimate in magical power, they also began to pursue a normal material life, perhaps because of this, Dewey, who was dressed in a robe, was like a human child from the back.

"Please be seated." Dewey stretched out a hand from his robe, and the black hands with all the runes were clenched, and all the stones on the ground clicked and flew in the air, and then condensed into stone chairs, and the wonderful tricks did not surprise anyone, after all, they were all high-level personnel of this attack.

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

"It's a fixed rune petrification, what a waste." Birrell couldn't help but secretly wonder, he understood that this kind of move could directly urge the runes in his hands and condense the real thing without chanting spells.

"How? Let's talk about it this time. Dewey sat in his chair, and the three orc warriors behind him stood on top of him. Half-orc warriors who have reached the official rank of knight are still led by the Sage of the Mist.

Birrell smiled and began to tell the whole story.

"I secretly sent my men into Wanghuo City to investigate, and there are nine days before the birthday of the daughter of the leader of Wanghuo City, and I think they should all gather together to celebrate, and you also understand human behavior. At this point, we were in the right place for a sneak attack, and I had already set the time for the evening, with my elven assassin troops infiltrating and then causing panic. ”

"Wait, there's no probing spell barrier on that wall, if you get that attention, everything will be discovered."

"Of course I do." Birrell was still very calm, he stretched out his old fingertips, and the faint green glow of his fingertips carved some words and maps in the void, and the lines of green light quickly converged into the shape of a wall, and then several figures with rough lines were spent. They were walking around the walls, their eyes staring straight ahead.

"Wow~~~"

A light breeze blew, and dozens of black shadows were ready to attack the green figure, but as soon as they encountered it, they let out a piercing chirp.

"This spell barrier is only useful for attacking the soldiers on the wall, and if they do, it will trigger the entire circle and then provoke a frantic counterattack from the mage tower. But if I send an elite team of ordinary knight-level assassins to abuse the town, and you attack from the outer gates, I think you should understand how good this advantage is. ”

Birrell was a little confident, he knew that it was impossible for the orcs to break through Wanghuo City, unless they borrowed the orcs from the official big tribe and then dispatched all their strength, but these would attract the attention of Marstie's rear. So, they could only clash on a small scale, but not once did they break through. But war elves are different, they are naturally hidden masters, and they have not fought against humans for a long time, so they don't have much defense against elves.

Dewey pondered for a moment, carefully analyzing the good or bad of this plan. He will definitely sign the frontline alliance, but in terms of good or bad interests, he is sure that the whole thing is a win-win situation, he did not hesitate too much, nodded very dryly, and agreed: "Since you war elves have also paid a lot of money, the siege of the city can also be handed over to us, you only need to give me a part of the archers and maintain a certain range ability." ”

"Okay, the time will be set in the evening in nine days." Birrell was busy speaking.

Dewey thought for a moment and readily agreed.

"Let's sign the contract." Birrell threw out a quaint gray piece of paper with some brief information written on it, and it was clear what was inside with just a casual glance.

Faced with the treaty, Birrell agreed.

"Poof!" Dewey bit a little blood from his rough and thick palm, and at the same time mixed a trace of his own mental power and a small amount of powder in the blood, and it dripped onto the paper, and Birrell was very simple, imitating Dewey.

After signing the contract, the paper flew into the air and turned into a cloud of powder. At the same time, Lehr and Dewey felt a spiritual imprint in their minds, making them realize that none of this was a dream.