Arwen picked up the cloak on the ground and put it on again.
Riding the mare all the way towards the east.
As the sun sets and the moon rises, the temperature begins to drop sharply.
Passing through a forest composed of oaks and yews, most of the tree trunks are as thick as a person, and the height is difficult to judge.
The horse's hooves stepped through the heather, and the eyes suddenly opened up.
Arwen lowered his eyes slightly, now he is on a hillside.
As his eyes gradually moved down the mountain, a camp made of oak appeared in his eyes.
The camp is about the size of two football fields, with an oval wooden fence and wooden towers standing at the four corners.
On each tower stood a sentinel.
Inside the camp, there are tents of various sizes, with torches and bonfires everywhere.
There were many soldiers in a slightly larger open space.
They were carrying wood and building a huge equipment under the direction of a man holding parchment in one hand.
Siege equipment.
Arwen passed his gaze, and finally settled on a blue tent in the center of the camp.
There is a flag placed above the tent. The top of the flag is the unicorn horse pattern representing the country Kaedwen, and the bottom is the blue and white vertical stripes, which is the coat of arms of Viscount Jennings.
Arwen got off the horse and tied the mare to an oak tree nearby.
Open the saddlebag and take out [Tawny Owl] and [Cat] potion from it.
These potions, which were almost exhausted, have been replenished at Temple of Melitele in the past few days.
After drinking them one by one, Arwen took out the medicine bottle given by Nenneke from his arms and removed the oak stopper.
The white spots in the liquid look like stars in the sky.
Potion: [Blizzard].
Raise your head and drink half of it.
Fiery power exploded from his lower abdomen, and Arwen's face became ferocious, with black blood vessels bulging one by one, which was very terrifying.
"Ha..."
He twisted his neck and exhaled a breath of turbid breath.
The rustle of leaves beside my ears and the sound of the mare's breathing became extremely slow at this moment.
He looked down at his hands and clenched his fists hard.
This feeling is like being highly concentrated all the time.
With the blessing of [Blizzard], the reaction force has increased several times.
Suddenly, he turned his head sideways, his eyes locked on the elk jumping out of the oak forest.
Its movement trajectory is as slow as a snail.
"Huh..."
The cold wind howled, pulling up the cloak behind him, and a thick layer of fog condensed from the oak forest behind him.
"It's foggy..."
He was slightly stunned for a moment, and then his eyes became dead.
"Yes, I should kill you..."
Arwen murmured.
The mist followed the cold wind and moved quickly toward the camp down the slope.
The body of the black-haired demon hunter also disappeared at this moment.
Inside the Viscount Jennings camp.
The sentry standing on the tower saw the layers of fog, and the sound of climbing a ladder came from behind.
"Cole, you idiot, why are you still here?"
Sentinel Cole turned around and said, "Darcy, stop talking nonsense. The person who took over the post didn't come. Where can I go? How about you take over my post?"
Darcy leaned on the railing and made a face.
"Hey, my brother, you must be cold and hungry right now to make you so grumpy."
"You know, you need a bottle of good wine to warm yourself up. Come on, let's go down and warm up by the fire?"
Sentinel Cole frowned, "Isn't this bad? If the Viscount finds out, I will be doomed."
"No, no," Darcy snickered. "The slutty woman in the Viscount's tent has been screaming so much, who will come to check on you?"
"Besides, what can you see in such a heavy fog?"
"When we capture Temple of Melitele tomorrow, we can indulge ourselves a bit."
Sentinel Cole also had an expectant expression on his face.
"Same."
The two were heading towards the wooden ladder when Darcy's body suddenly froze.
Sentinel Cole stopped and said, "Darcy, what are you doing?"
Darcy's hands were trembling and he looked at his abdomen with horror on his face.
A thick black sword blade pierced his abdomen, the sword body was surrounded by white mist, and blood dripped on the wooden board, making a ticking sound.
Sentinel Cole's eyes widened, and he turned around to pull the reins and sound the alarm.
"Tsk!"
The mist was split open, his right hand was cut off, and he fell to the ground.
He wanted to scream, but his throat was broken by the huge force, and he could only make a whimpering sound.
"Bang."
His body was knocked to the ground by something, his head hit the wooden board, and his expression was extremely frightened.
As a sentinel, even when his life is about to end, he is still looking for things that sneak up on him.
But the fog was so thick that nothing could be seen clearly, and the sight was gradually submerged in blood.
It wasn't until the last moment that he could vaguely see clearly, and a human figure gradually formed in the mist.
A gray-yellow vertical eye was looking down at him indifferently.
The sword light flashed, and the last consciousness completely disappeared.
Arwen made sure that the two of them died completely, looked down, and lowered himself to himself.
"All the sentries in the four towers have been eliminated. Next..."
He activated [Illusory Mist Invisibility] again, and with the cooperation of the foggy sky, he could achieve almost the entire invisible effect.
Quickly descend from the wooden ladder to the ground.
Relying on extraordinary perception and the effect of [Cat] potion, Arwen accurately locates the location of every soldier.
Sneak, position, kill, sneak, position, kill, sneak, position, kill...
midnight.
Arwen wiped off the stains on the giant sword in his hand with an oil cloth, and his cloak was stained with blood.
The cat's eyes stared at the last blue tent, and walked away quietly.
There was a gap in the tent, and the flame of the glass oil lamp dimly illuminated the tent, and a wooden table made of birch could be seen.
There is a mirror made of crystal placed on the table.
The wolf head badge attached to his chest began to tremble.
The cat's eyes continued to peek, and the charming voice of ecstasy had been heard for a long time.
"Ah..."
Two gray figures overlapped.
Arwen has seen these two people.
The following is the target this time, Viscount Jennings.
The one above is Sienna with brown hair and red eyes, or it would be more appropriate to call her Wife of the Baron of White River.
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared on the crystal mirror on the table.
Arwen reacted quickly, stepped back a little, and hid behind the tent curtain.
The magic fluctuations were getting stronger and stronger, and his intuition told him that the thing was probably a communication magic item.
Viscount Jennings noticed something unusual, his body trembled and his momentum softened.
After a moment of silence, he pushed Sienna's hot body aside.
The latter slumped down on the blanket and looked at the former with a resentful look.
Viscount Jennings took a deep breath of the strong perfume smell in the tent, quickly put on his upper body clothes, walked to the crystal mirror, straightened his hair and clothes, and cleared his breathy voice.
After adjusting to the correct condition, he touched the mirror with his palm.
A blurry shadow appeared in the mirror.
Viscount Jennings smiled and bowed, "Sir, I am extremely honored to see your face again."