Working Prophet.

Chapter 688 Impeccable Action

After more than ten days of trekking, Sharjah and others finally arrived in the west.

They had a good night's rest in a little knight's manor, accepted the warm hospitality of the host's house, and gave a dead body in return.

But this time, Balan and the others showed more restraint. Even though the little knight's wife was quite pretty, they didn't act recklessly as before.

As the most elite fighters in the Yi tribe, they know when to indulge and when to tighten their spirits.

Although they utterly despised Yi Lei, the latter was the champion of the tournament after all, defeating Gabriel, Moen, and Jacobi one after another, and also accomplished the feat of slaying a dragon.

Faced with such a powerful enemy, Sharjah and others were also very cautious. In order to avoid exposure of their whereabouts, they did not eat and settle in the towns along the way, and flew directly to the green field in one breath.

The fighters of the Wings landed in a forest in the dark.

Sharjah sent people to scout around, but they didn't find any guards from the Alias ​​family or fighters from the Shuangxiu religion.

Not far from them is a mine, where there are many dwarf miners. If Sharjah remembers correctly, those dwarfs who are always drunk had an agreement with them before.

As they attack Lionheart, the dwarves will also launch an all-out assault on the Westlands.

As a result, the impregnable Lionheart Castle has long been conquered by the brave Wing Warriors, but these dwarves suffered a defeat in the Western Region, so they could only run to the Golden Valley in despair.

Although Sharjah didn't expect too much from this group of so-called allies from the beginning, he was still very upset that the dwarves were not used to this extent.

If nothing else, the miners in front of them were the captives in the previous battle. There were a large number of them. Sharjah took a rough look at their tents and estimated that there were nearly [-] people.

The most incomprehensible thing for Sharjah was that these dwarves didn't feel much depression and shame after the defeat. Instead, they all had a playful smile on their faces.

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

Fortunately, the number one warrior of the winged human race has not forgotten the real purpose of coming here tonight.

So he still turned his eyes from those faceless dwarves to the town in front of him.

It was obviously a town that had just been built. The city walls were not built of stones, but piled up directly with soil.

Although in the eyes of the Winged Warriors, there is no difference between the two.

Their wings have turned the strong cities and fortresses that the natives of Bratis are proud of into a joke.

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

"That's the Teacup Castle, Lord Sharjah." Asu said, "Your prey this time, the female lord of the empire lives there."

Sharjah nodded slightly, "Wait a little longer, we will act when everyone inside is asleep."

While talking, he looked at the night sky above his head again. There is no moon tonight. It seems that the god named Saturday has 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 a chilling atmosphere in the woods.

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

"Who?"

The Wing Clan warrior lowered his voice, revealing an undisguised killing intent in his tone.

The next moment, the uninvited guest got out of the grass, and it turned out to be a gray mouse.

Caleb laughed and cursed, and put away the bow and arrow in his hand.

Balaam quipped, "You should kill that rat before it brings the news of our arrival to the lady lord."

"But having said that, there are quite a lot of mice in this forest." Sidia said, "I also encountered two when I went to relieve myself just now."

"It seems that the guys here are living a pretty good life. They give the captives alcohol and raise so many rats."

"Indeed, it is a crime in itself to occupy such a vast and fertile land despite being a weak race."

"It doesn't matter, we are already here and will correct all this soon." Sharjah said.

When it comes to conquering the Wings, the blood of the fighters is boiling hot, like a hungry beast.

And in Teacup Castle, Miss Rabbit is also a little hungry right now.

She asked a maid to go to the kitchen to get some leftover bread from dinner, broke half of it and handed it to Greta.

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

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

"How, how, have those guys in the woods left?" the female lord asked over her head.

"Not yet." Greta said, "They probably won't act until we sleep."

"Hiss, so despicable?!" Miss Rabbit said angrily, "But didn't Kieran and the others say that the leader named Sharjah wanted to defeat me to prove that he was the strongest warrior on the continent? What kind of proof is it to do it directly?"

"Kieran also said that those Yi people are very barbaric. Even their nobles don't pay attention to chivalry. In comparison, their commander Solomon is a more reasonable person among them." Ruby continued. .

"But Solomon didn't give Gals a fair chance to fight him. Obviously he had promised Gars before, and these Yi tribesmen really don't have a good person."

The female lord became more and more angry as she spoke, and she didn't even bother to eat the bread, "According to the news from the Shuangxiu religion, these sixteen Yi tribe warriors committed many heinous and terrible crimes on the way to the west.

"These thugs are no different from beasts!"

Miss Rabbit was really angry this time, because each of the tragedies described on the radio station made people feel angry.

Greta had no choice but to remind her, "Sir Ilea, Prophet Merlin had an account before he left, and I hope you can save some of their lives as much as possible, because they are all... samples that the Prophet needs. "

The female lord nodded, "I have ordered them to go down and try to aim at their limbs and wings on the back during the battle to avoid the vital points, but the leader named Sharjah, I will kill him for the sake of the previous death." Revenge on those in their hands."

"No problem." Greta said, "Master Prophet just needs some Yi people to do experiments, and there is no requirement for identity."

(End of this chapter)