The days were always shorter in the mountains than on the plains, and the adventurers had waited about three quarters of an hour—during which time they had even had time to eat some dry food to satisfy their hunger—and the sky was completely dark.
Although there is a white lady's light sprinkled down, today is a dark moon, and the moonlight is not as strong as usual, which provides great convenience for adventurers to sneak in.
They left the woods and entered the empty slopes.
Guan Haifa and Masrae, who transformed into a cheetah, sneaked at the front, followed by Diego in a cloak of camouflage, and Shaman, who transformed into a ghost wolf, walked at the back.
At night, the Valley of the Hearth was silent, and the Scarlet Crusader soldiers stationed in the watchtower had no intention of patrolling, and even the lookout post at the top of the tower did not know where to go.
The adventurers saw the light of firewood coming through the gate of the watchtower, and then smelled the smell of food.
They knew right away what the soldiers were doing.
Unlike the open and inclusive Silver Dawn, the Scarlet Crusaders, who were hostile to other races, had little to no foreign aid, and after the contamination of the lands of the food-rich region of Andorhar, they had little access to supplies, especially food, except for the limited output of the land in the Hand of Tyr Fortress, and now ate all of the Hearthvale's stockpiles before the Scourge War.
In order to avoid sitting on the fence, the Scarlet Crusaders strictly enforced rationing internally, but the little food they sent out every day was a drop in the bucket for the soldiers who had to patrol every day.
So how to fill your stomach every day has become a top priority, even more important than beware of possible sneak attacks.
Whenever the men started cooking, the soldiers would wait intently around the pot table, because if you go out on patrol at this time, you will not give you even a grain of rice left in the pot when you come back.
Overjoyed, the adventurers passed through the open area in front of the watchtower and felt deeper into the valley.
Miraculously, they didn't encounter a wave of patrols from here to Madnhold Castle, and it seemed that even the most fanatical the Scarlet Crusaders could not resist the power of hunger.
When they encountered the Scarlet Crusader guards again, it was already in front of the castle gates.
The gates of Madnhold Castle were now completely open, but two dozen guards stood on either side of the gate in front of the rock-made doorway, and the blazing flames in the rock lampposts illuminated the open field in front of the gate as if it were day, and there was not even a shadow to be seen.
"We can't get by."
Hiding in the shadow of the rocks hundreds of meters away from the gate, Diego said with a frown.
Looking at the heavily guarded appearance here, not to mention them, I am afraid that even the most clever thieves will not be able to touch them.
"Maybe I have a way."
In the air beside Diego, the cheetah transformed into a druid suddenly appeared, and he raised his head and looked up at the cliff beside him.
Following his gaze, Diego saw a pine tree sticking out of the craggy rocks on the mountainside rock face a few meters above the ground, growing between the crevices of the rocks.
Looking further up, almost every few meters, there are clusters of trees, some pines, some shrubs, and some flexible old mountain vines.
"Can you climb up?"
Diego asked in surprise.
He looked back at Guan Haifa, who shook his head and signaled that he couldn't do it.
"This question is an insult to a Night Elf, especially a druid!"
Masrae replied proudly.
He took a few steps back, then jumped towards the mountain wall.
His movements were as light and dexterous as a gazelle, and his four soft paws ran a few steps up the vertical cliff before he suddenly leaped up again and jumped onto the pine tree.
"Wow!"
Diego and Dezko were amazed.
"I bet even the winged Harpy isn't as nimble as he is!"
Dezko couldn't help but say.
"I'll pay three gold coins to bet that he is more agile than the eagle!"
Diego replied.
"Hey, man, we're on the same page, what's the point of bet?"
Dezko thought for a moment before reacting, and said dissatisfied.
Diego smiled and didn't speak, saying that the bet was just to ease the tension and that he didn't really intend to win the Minotaur's money.
Truth be told, watching Masrae climb and jump on the mountain wall made him nervous more than he was on it.
He watched intently as the Night Elf climbed higher and higher, and finally disappeared into the dark night.
There was the sound of some branches breaking above the cliff at first, and then they couldn't hear anything, except for the occasional sand and gravel sliding down the cliff, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right.
But in the end, even the sand and gravel stopped slipping.
The two of them waited anxiously under the mountain wall, and the time seemed unusually long in this wait, so long that Diego began to wonder if Masrae had fallen to the other side of the mountain, when a rope fell from the top of their heads with a thud and flung about seven or eight meters to their left.
"Woo ......"
Diego suddenly relaxed, and couldn't help but let out a long breath.
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He walked over and tugged at the rope hard.
The rope is very strong, and it should be tied to a tree or rock.
"You go first!"
He turned his head and said to Dezko.
"It's better for you to go first," Dezko had already changed back to his minotaur form at this time, the ghost wolf form was not suitable for climbing, he waved the war hammer in his hand, "Compared to you, my melee ability is better, and even if there is a battle, you can support me halfway up the mountain, but I can only stare dryly if I am above." ” What Dezko said made a lot of sense, and Diego thought about it, and without being polite, he grabbed the rope and climbed up.
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Diego climbed for more than ten minutes to reach the top of the mountain, and after a while, the Minotaur Shaman also climbed up, and the two men collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, while the Night Elves busied themselves with the ropes put away.
They had to say that they were lucky, because just as Masrae had pulled the rope off the ground, a group of blood-colored crusaders with torches came out of the gate, passed under the adventurers' feet, and headed for the watchtower.
The fine grains of sand from the friction of the rope against the cliff flew in the night wind and fell on the head of one of the soldiers, and he sneezed sharply, slowed his pace, and looked strangely over the cliff, but the cliff was so dark that he could not see anything.
"Hey, what are you looking at?
Man, hurry up!
One of his teammates who was following him almost bumped into him and said impatiently.
"Alright, alright, let's go!"
He took one last look and turned away.
Maybe it's a lizard or something, he thought to himself.
On the cliff, the adventurers, who were holding their breath and not daring to move, suddenly collapsed, and Diego noticed that the clothes behind his back were almost all soaked with sweat.
It was so close to the castle that they wouldn't even have time to run once they were discovered.
"Get out of here!"
He said with a tremult.
They made their way along the ridge and around the back of Mardenhold Castle.