Silverhelm Mountain Fort, somewhere in the woods outside Byrne's barracks, late at night.

The silver hook slopes to the west, and through the shade of the trees, you can faintly see the white barrier under the night in the distance and the siege position behind it, and the increasingly cold weather also makes people sober.

Leaning against the trunk of the tree behind him, Loren was dressed as a standard "night watchman" night watchman, and Lusen behind him was skillfully lurking in the grass, alert to the movements around him.

Despite the suddenness of the incident, the dwarves of Silverhelm Mountain reacted very quickly - it was visible to the naked eye that the walls and watchtowers were full of hurried points of light, and under the six giant lighthouses, the entire fortress was like daylight.

And on the slope of the hill not far away, you can also see several large and small open and dark sentinels, not only the fortress itself, the line of sight almost blocks the mountain, and it will be discovered as soon as you get close.

Loren was sure that as soon as the three of them approached the watchtower's surveillance area, the "trenched" dwarves would drown themselves with stone cannons and heavy crossbow arrows at any cost, as they did during the day.

In short, it is impossible to get close to Silverhelm Mountain or even sneak in head-on without causing confusion or distracting the other party.

Of course, there is also a kind of infiltration in this world, which is called "everyone is killed by me, and no one knows that I have infiltrated"......

Although the ghost beast is a little bit, it is also a way - but if it is really like that, it is better to directly order the siege of the city, so why bother to sneak in?

In the dim shade of the trees, after carefully making sure that there were no patrolling soldiers around, Boris Mihailo turned and walked up to Loren and Lusen.

"It looks like the defenders of Silverhelm Mountain are on alert, and there will be no more patrols coming out. As he spoke, the dwarf did not forget to look back twice, and said in a cautious and cautious voice: "Duke Byrne, your plan for the day has worked, and they really seem to think that you are planning to attack the city. ”

"But that's just for now, and in two days at most, they can debunk this pretense. Loren looked at him lightly: "We have to find a way to enter the fortress before that." ”

"So, Mr. Boris Mihailo—you'd better make sure that it won't take more than two days for us to find that tunnel and then cross the entire tunnel and enter the fortress. ”

"I can guarantee that. The dwarf nodded solemnly: "I have walked through that tunnel countless times, and even the map has been memorized by me, and I remember every turn, every trap, every collapse." ”

"If all goes well, you'll be able to stand on the floor of the Silverhelm Mountain Fortress at noon tomorrow. ”

Loren tugged at the corners of his mouth, noncommittal to the answer.

"Of course, it may not go so smoothly - there are quite a few guys in the tunnels, 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 solemn: "These are mostly slave laborers or criminals who have incurred debts and fled into the mines to escape punishment, and live by rummaging through garbage and supplies left by past miners. ”

"If you don't provoke these fellows, he won't come and provoke you, and if you see them, just ignore them, and don't worry about informing—no one will believe them, because they are all indebted and criminals, and they are not paid the price, worse than slaves. ”

"Wait. Lusen suddenly spoke, "Mr. Boris, you just said you memorized all the maps?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

Loren couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the gray-eyed boy beside him.

"In that case, you just need to draw the map for us?" Lusin scratched his head and asked in confusion, "Why do you have to go in with us?"

The dwarf silently turned his head, and his indifferent expression made Lusen warily press the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"First of all, the underground tunnels of Silverhelm Mountain are more complex than you can imagine, and you can't get out of them with a map alone. Boris Mikhailo snorted coldly:

"Secondly, if I don't come along, how can His Excellency Duke Byrne trust the map I have drawn and not put him in some trap?"

"Your Duke doesn't trust me, so nineteen of my men are hostages in your barracks—can you understand that, Lord Duke's Guard?"

Lu Sien's face froze, and his expression was very embarrassed.

"I never said I didn't believe you, Your Excellency Boris Mihailo. Loren raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Your brethren are not my captives, but guests. ”

"I assure you in my personality that I won't let them be harmed even if I have any accidents - this is not the Duke of Byrne, but the promise of Loren Turin, and I mean it!"

The dwarf snorted coldly, and turned his head away with a straight face, obviously dismissing such a statement:

"Follow me. ”

The short, powerful words fell, and he gestured to the two behind him, and slowly walked forward on his stomach in the grass.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly with a hint of helplessness, and the black-haired wizard followed, and the nervous Lusen didn't forget to look around a few times before cautiously following.

With Boris as an "inner response", the process of crossing the dwarven sentry blockade became extremely easy, even simpler than Loren imagined, and he didn't even have to lie on his stomach, it was as easy as going out for a walk at night.

Boris, who was walking in front, would stop, turn, slow down, and trot... Without the slightest hesitation, his eyes were not even on the sentry posts, and he was staring intently ahead the whole time.

The gray-eyed boy who followed behind was in a state of panic throughout the whole process, and several times in a row he passed through the surveillance area in front of the sentry posts, and "passed by" the sentries who turned around, without a single mistake.

Boris Mihailo... His Excellency the Flag Bearer of the Dwarf of the Silver Helmet Mountain seems to have a lot of secrets on his body.

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

After stopping and walking all the way, Loren and Lusen, who followed the dwarves closely, finally came to a very remote foot of a mountain near Silverhelm Mountain, and a pitch-black cave half-sunken in the ground appeared in front of them.

Lu Sien took the initiative to step forward, as if to take a look, and then took out the fluorite lamp he carried with him and probed inside, looking back very unconvinced:

"This is it?"

The dwarf shook his head, his expression still militarly indifferent: "This is just a naturally formed cavern, it must have been formed when the bracket of a pit collapsed somewhere. ”

"Formed by collapse?" The gray-eyed boy's expression changed color slightly: "Doesn't that mean that it may collapse at any time?"

"Yes, but it's also the only entrance. The dwarf turned his head and coldly turned his gaze behind him: "Maybe as soon as we get in, it will collapse, and even if we are not buried alive, we will not be able to go back the way we came." ”

"So what do you say, Lord Duke?"

In the silent jungle at midnight, Loren slowly raised his head and looked at the vigilant gray-eyed boy: "Lusen, are you afraid?"

"Of course not, it's just another Dragon King City. Taking a deep breath, Lusen bothered and deliberately showed an indifferent expression:

"If I could leave Nidhogg with Isaac and you, Silverhelm Mountain... It shouldn't be any different. ”

Thinking of Isaac, the black-haired wizard couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth.

That megalomaniac... Now like a real winner in life, Ba is still talking to Lena de Salion, right?

"Good, it looks like we've got a consensus. Smiling and getting up, Loren patted the dust on his body lightly: "Then let's pray to our respective faiths, and let them bless us not to die in it!"

Just as the three of them were silently preparing to go down, a voice suddenly sounded from behind them, cold like a sharp sword sealed in a sheath, and every word was full of murderous aura.

"Faith, Loren Turin... I didn't even know you had a faith?"