Shaman from Afar

Silver Helmet Mountain Fortress, some woods outside the Bain Barracks, late at night.

The silver hook is inclined to the west, and through the shade, you can also see the white barriers under the night in the distance and the siege position behind you. The increasingly cold weather also makes people clear.

Leaning on the trunk behind him, Loren was completely dressed as a standard "night watchman" at the moment; Luisen lurked skillfully in the grass behind him, alerting to the surrounding movements.

Despite the sudden incident, the reaction of the Dwarves of Silverhelm Mountain was still very rapid-visible to the naked eye, there were hurried spots of light everywhere on the city walls and sentry towers, and under the six giant lighthouses, the entire fortress was like a day.

On the hillside not far away, several large and small whistle and dark whistle can also be seen, not only the fortress itself, but the sight range almost blocked the mountain, and it will be discovered as soon as it approaches.

Loren can be sure that as long as the three of them are close to the surveillance area of ​​the sentry tower, these "drenching" dwarves will drown themselves with skyrockets and heavy crossbow arrows at no cost, as they do during the day.

In short, without causing confusion or drawing attention from the other party, it is impossible to get close to Silver Helmet and even sneak in.

Of course, there is another kind of infiltration in the world, called "Everyone was killed by me, and no one knows that I infiltrated" ...

Although the ghost is a little bit, it is also a way-but if it is so, it is better to directly order the siege, why not bother to slip in?

In the dim shade, after carefully confirming that there were no patrolling soldiers around, Paulis Mihailo turned around and walked to Loren and Lusien.

"It seems that the guards of Silver Helmet have already entered a state of alert, and no more patrols will come out." As the man said, the dwarf had not forgotten to look back more than once, and said cautiously and cautiously: " Duke Byrne, your plan for the day has worked, they seem to really think you plan to attack the city. "

"But that's just for now. They can take this guise out for up to two days." Loren looked at him lightly. "We have to find a way into the fortress before then."

"So, Mr. Pauli Mihailo-you better make sure that we do not spend more than two days from finding the tunnel and then through the entire tunnel into the fortress."

"I can guarantee this." The dwarf nodded solemnly: "I walked that tunnel countless times, even the map was memorized; every turn, every trap, every collapse, I know Remember. "

"If all goes well, you will be able to stand on the floor of the Silver Fortress Hill at noon tomorrow."

Loren twitched his lips, not answering this question.

"Of course, it may not be so smooth-there are many guys in the tunnel, just like the shacks outside your imperial castle and the slums in the big cities."

The dwarf's eyes flickered and his expression was very dignified: "These are what we call 'exiles', mostly slave laborers or criminals who have carried debts, and fled into the pit to avoid the penalty, relying on rummaging garbage and past miners leaving Of supplies are alive. "

"You do n’t want to provoke these guys, he wo n’t provoke you, just see them and just ignore them, do n’t worry about whistleblowing-no one will believe them, because they are all in debt and crime, not paying Prisoners at a price are worse than slaves. "

"Wait." Luisen suddenly said: "Mr. Paulis, you just said you backed the map?"

"Uh, what's wrong?"

Loren couldn't help turning his head, glancing at the gray pupil beside him.

"In that case, then you only need to draw the map for us, right?" Lussin scratched his head and asked, very confused, "Why do we have to go in with us?"

The dwarf turned silently, and his indifferent expression made Lushen hold the sword handle at his waist with vigilance.

"First of all, the complexity of the underground tunnel in Silver Helmet Mountain is beyond your imagination. You can't go out with a map alone." Paulis Mihailo said sneeredly:

"Secondly, if I don't come with me, how could Lord Duke Byrne believe the map I drew and wouldn't trap him in any traps?"

"Your Duke doesn't trust me, so my nineteen men are hostages in your barracks-can you understand this explanation, Your Excellency Duke Guard?"

Lucien's face was stiff and his expression was very embarrassing.

"I never said I don't believe you, His Excellency Paulis Mihailo." Loren raised his eyebrows and said quietly: "Your brethren are not my captives, but guests."

"I guarantee you with my personality, even if I have any accidents, they will not be hurt-this is not the Duke of Byrne, but the commitment of Loren Turin, I am very serious!"

The dwarf snorted coldly and turned his head straight, apparently scorning this kind of remarks:

"Follow me."

The sound of short, powerful words fell, and a gesture was made towards the two behind them, lying prone in the grass and slowly advancing.

There was a slight helplessness in the corner of the mouth, followed by the dark-haired wizard; Lusien, who was nervous in his face, did not forget to look around for a few moments before he followed carefully.

After the "internal response" of Paulis, the process of crossing the dwarf sentry blockade became extremely easy, even simpler than Loren imagined, and did not even have to lie down, as if walking out at night.

Paulis, who walked in front, stopped for a while, turned around, slowed down, and accelerated the trot ... without any hesitation, his attention was not even on those sentries, and he was focused on the whole process. Straight ahead.

The gray pupils who followed behind spent the whole time in a panic. There were several times that they passed through the surveillance area in front of the sentries and "passed by" the sentries who turned back, without making a mistake. .

Paulis Mihailo ... The lord of the Silver Helmet dwarf, there seems to be a lot of secrets in his body.

Loren, who was walking behind, stared silently at the dwarf's back. His dark pupil was also observing the surrounding terrain, using the fortress and siege camp behind him as a coordinate axis, and guessing where he was standing now.

After walking around for a while, and after seven rounds and rounds, Loren and Lusien, who followed the dwarf, finally came to a very remote foothill near the Silver Helmet, and a dark cave appeared in the ground. In front of them.

Lusien took the initiative to step forward, as if glancing around, and then took out the fluorite lamp he carried with him and spied inside, looking back very unsure:

"right here?"

The dwarf shook his head, and his expression was still military-like indifference: "This is just a naturally formed cave. It should have been formed when the support of a pit collapsed."

"Formed by the collapse?" The gray pupil's expression slightly changed: "Wouldn't it mean that it might collapse at any time?"

"Yes, but this is also the only entrance." The dwarf turned around and turned his eyes coldly behind him: "Maybe as soon as we enter, it will collapse; by then, even if we are not buried alive, it will be impossible Way back. "

"So what do you say, Lord Duke?"

Silent jungle under midnight ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Loren slowly raised his head and looked at the vigilant gray pupil: "Lucien, are you afraid?"

"Of course not, it's nothing more than another dragon king city." Taking a deep breath, Lusien forced his spirit and deliberately showed an indifferent expression:

"If I can take Isaac with you and leave Niederhogg, Silver Helmet ... it should be no different."

Thinking of Isaac, the dark-haired wizard could not help but raise his mouth.

That arrogant ... Now, like a real winner in life, are you still with Lena De Salion?

"Very well, it seems that we have reached a consensus." With a smile, Loren patted the dust on his body with ease: "Then let us pray to our respective faiths and let them protect us from dying inside!"

As the three men quietly prepared to go down, a voice suddenly sounded suddenly from behind them. The cold was like a sword in a sheath of dust, every word was murderous.

"Faith, Loren Turin ... I don't know that you actually have faith?"