"This way, you two. This way."
Following the trail of footprints, Ye Ting arrived beneath a low wall.
Under the effects of Levitation, he felt as light as a feather. With just a slight push, he could leap several meters into the air, like an astronaut in a low-gravity environment.
The other two followed his example and crossed the unremarkable low wall together. Only then did they discover that after walking a short distance along its top, there was actually a path leading elsewhere.
"Why the hell are we taking this road!?"
Ansirem grumbled as he climbed onto the low wall, asking the question as he made his way inward along it.
The passage before them was extremely narrow, forcing them to hunch over as they advanced. This made the pampered mages deeply uncomfortable.
"There were footprints leading in so many directions. Why did you choose this one?"
"The smell."
Ye Ting placed a finger beneath his nose and said softly,
"Do you remember? I analyzed it before. If those undead little thieves wanted to infiltrate Dalaran, the only route they could take was the main sewer outlet connected to Lake Lordamere. If they wanted to leave, no matter how much they circled around, they would ultimately have to use the same exit.
"If you think about it carefully, no matter how many false trails they laid, from the thieves' perspective, the best plan would still be to leave Dalaran in the shortest possible time. After all, this city is our territory—our home ground.
"Working backward from that, they would definitely choose the shortest route while fleeing. Such a route would have to be the one closest to the drainage channels. All the other paths were traps meant to confuse us.
"When I searched this area, I noticed a dampness