After more than ten days of trekking, Sharjah and others finally arrived in the west. They rested for the night in the manor of a small knight, received the warm hospitality of the lord's family, and returned with a corpse in one place.

However, this time Balan and the others were more restrained, even if the little knight's wife was quite attractive, they did not come as wantonly as before.

As the most elite warriors of the Wing tribe, they know when to indulge and when to tense their spirits.

Despite their contempt for Yin Lei, the latter was the champion of the tournament, defeating Gabriel, Moen, and Jacobi in succession, and completing the feat of slaying dragons.

In the face of such a strong enemy, Sharjah and others were also very cautious, in order to avoid revealing their whereabouts, they did not eat and settle in the towns along the way, and flew directly to the green field in one go.

The Winged warriors took advantage of the darkness to land in a wood. Sharjah sent people to reconnoiter the surroundings, but found no guards from the House of Alias or warriors from the Shuangxiu Sect.

Not far from them was a mine with a number of dwarven miners, and Sharjah remembered correctly, the drunken dwarfs who were always drunk had made an agreement with them.

While they attack Lionheart, the Dwarves will also launch a full-scale assault on the West. As a result, the impregnable Lionheart Fortress has long been conquered by the brave Wing Clan warriors, but these dwarves have suffered defeat in the western realm, and can only run to the Golden Valley in despair.

Although Sharjah didn't expect much from these so-called allies from the beginning, he was still very upset that the dwarves didn't use them to this extent.

If nothing else, these miners in front of him were prisoners of the previous battle, and they were numerous, and Sharjah glanced at their tents roughly, and it was estimated that there were nearly 10,000 people.

What made Sharjah feel incomprehensible the most was that these dwarves did not have much frustration and shame after the defeat, but all of them had hippie smiles, and after a day's work, they still stayed there to drink and sing, looking very happy.

Those who didn't know thought they were here for a vacation, but Sharjah was so angry that they wanted to rush over and kill them all.

Fortunately, the first warrior of the Winged Terran has not forgotten the real purpose of coming here tonight. So he turned his gaze away from the faceless dwarves to the town in front of him.

It was apparently a newly built town, and the walls were not made of stones, but piled up with earth.

Although in the eyes of the warriors of the Winged Clan, there is no difference between the two. Their wings have turned the fortified fortified fortress and fortress of the natives of the continent of Brattis into a joke.

Sharjah looked up at the tallest building in the city, a fortress built on a small hill.

"That's Teacup Castle, Lord Sharjah." Asyus on the side,

"Your prey this time, that Imperial Lady Lord lives there." Sharjah bowed slightly,

"Wait, we'll act when everyone inside is asleep." As he spoke, he looked at the night sky above him, there was no moon tonight, and it seemed that the god named Saturday had abandoned its believers in the castle.

Balan and the others also swept away their previous lazy posture, lowered their heads to check the weapons in their hands, and there was an aura of slaughter in the woods.

Until there was a rustle in the grass, and almost at the same time Caleb raised his bow and arrow, pointing at the place where the sound came.

"Who?" The Wing Clan warrior lowered his voice, his tone revealing undisguised killing intent. The next moment the uninvited guest came out of the grass, and it turned out to be a gray mouse.

Caleb laughed and cursed, and put away his bow and arrows. Balan quipped,

"You should kill the rat lest it bring the news of our arrival to the female lord."

"But then again, there are a lot of rats in this forest." Sidia Road,

"I also ran into two when I went to relieve my hands."

"It seems that the guys here are living quite well, they give the captives wine, and they raise so many rats."

"Indeed, it is a crime in itself to occupy such a vast and fertile land even though it is only a weak race."

"It doesn't matter, we're already here, and we'll fix it all soon." Sharjah spoke. When it comes to conquering the Winged Clan, the blood of the warriors is boiling hot, like a hungry beast.

And in the teacup burger, Miss Rabbit is also a little hungry at this time. She asked a maid to go to the kitchen and fetch some leftover bread from the evening, broke it in half and handed it to Greta beside her.

The latter was not very hungry, but he took the bread anyway, tore it in two pieces and handed it to a broken-tailed mouse who had just entered the door.

Then he picked it up again and put it to his ear.

"How's that, how's that, are those guys in the woods moving?" The female lord leaned over and asked.

"Not yet." Greta Road,

"They probably have to wait until we go to sleep."

"Shhh Miss Rabbit said unhappily,

"But didn't Kieran say that the guy named Sharjah in the lead wanted to defeat me and prove that he was the strongest warrior in the continent, if he planned to do it directly while I was asleep, what kind of proof would it be?"

"Kiran has also said that those Wingmen are very savage, and even their nobles don't pay much attention to chivalry, compared to their commander Solomon, who is more reasonable among them." Ruby answered.

"But didn't Solomon give Garth a chance to have a fair fight with him? Obviously, he had promised Garth before, and none of these Wing Clansmen were good people. The more the female lord spoke, the more angry she became, and she couldn't even bother to gnaw on the bread.

"According to the news from the Shuangxiu Sect, these sixteen Wing Clan warriors committed many heinous and terrible crimes on their way to the West.

"These thugs are no different from wild beasts!" Miss Rabbit really got on fire this time, because every tragedy described on the radio station was infuriating.

Greta had to remind the words,

"Ser Elia, the Prophet Merlin has given an account before leaving, and I hope that you will spare as many of them as you can, for they are all needed by the Prophet...... Sample. The female lord nodded,

"I have ordered them to go down and aim as far as possible at their limbs and wings on their backs when they are in battle, but the leader named Sharjah, I will kill him to avenge those who died at their hands before."

"No problem." Greta Road,

"Lord Prophet just needs some Wing Clan people to do the experiment, and there is no requirement for identity."