The night trail is not easy to walk, rough and full of thorns, but it is not difficult for hunters and druids who are accustomed to wandering the wilderness, and for shamans, it does not hinder anything. Dezko, who transforms into a ghost wolf, not only gains the form of a giant wolf, but also some of the ghost's spirit traits—when the thorns touch his body, they only pass by him, but they don't hurt him.

They bypassed the heavily fortified gates of the Scarlet Crusaders and made a great circle along the ridge to the northwest of the castle of Madenhold.

It has to be said that the location of Madenhold Castle is unique, it is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and only a narrow valley to the southeast can be accessed, which provides an extremely favorable defensive terrain for the Scarlet Crusaders. But for the adventurers, after bypassing the city gates, what appeared to them was like a nut that had been cracked.

Because the mountains here are steep and difficult to climb, the Scarlet Crusaders did not build walls behind the castle, and they did not even have an observation post on the side.

Adventurers stand on the edge of a cliff overlooking the illuminated valley beneath their feet.

It's a bustling town, with all the features of a modest Lordaeron town – town hall, chapel, blacksmith's shop, lumber mill, stables, and even a small iron mine in the far north of the town. Of course, the most striking thing is the castle of the Lords, Madenhold, which stands in the middle of the valley. It is made of sturdy white granite, and unlike the blue roofs of most human castles elsewhere, its roof is a cold iron gray, revealing a coldness and cruelty that belongs to war-torn regions from the inside out.

The rock fortress is dotted with watchtowers, walls and gates that guard the main roads, and huge ballistas that form the defense system of the Hearthvale and protect the only human settlement in the Western Plaguelands.

"Shall we go down from here?" Looking at the dizzying cliffs beneath his feet, and then back at the Night Elves, who were busy tying ropes to tree trunks, Dezko asked.

"No, it's you two who go down from here." Diego replied, shaking the lizardskin cloak behind his back and straightening out the shadow spider silk cord that was threaded through the small holes in the edge of the cloak, "I flew straight from the top of the hill to the roof of the castle and felt it from there. ”

"Hey, wait, man," the minotaur grabbed Diego as he tried to jump off the cliff, "You're going to have to tell us about the situation in the castle, or are you just going to just swagger in?" ”

Diego glanced at Dezco, and regretted bringing the minotaur over, in fact, this kind of infiltration is not the more people the better, he and the night elves have done this kind of work many times, and the cooperation between them has been quite tacit, just a gesture or even a look, you will understand what the other party wants to do, what you want to do. He wasn't sure if Dezko's addition would break that tacit understanding.

"You follow Masrae and follow his commands." Diego said. The one who delivered the message to Tirio? Fordin's insider did not live in the castle, and he also learned this information by accident from others, and as for more detailed information, he had no way of knowing. So Diego simply can't make more specific plans, and for adventurers, the more detailed the plan, the less forgiving it is, preferring to improvise and act cheaply.

With that, Diego jumped off the cliff. With a soft "pop", a light gray umbrella flower bloomed in the air, and then quickly blended into the night.

"Well, well, I don't even know what I'm supposed to do!" Dezko grunted discontentedly. But after all, the minotaur still honestly followed the Night Elf down the rope.

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Diego glided silently across the night sky like a nocturnal bat, buildings skimming under his feet, and between them, dense crowds of people were busy like worker ants, no matter who they were before the outbreak of the natural disaster war, now they had only one identity - refugees. Due to the shortage of supplies, they had to trade their hard work for the little rations distributed by the Scarlet Crusaders, but this situation became more and more difficult to maintain, especially after the Grand Crusader Dathohan led most of his soldiers to Stratholme, and the situation in the corner of the Hearth Valley became more and more difficult, and they were now overstretched with the strength to take the initiative.

Diego manipulated the Mithril rods at either side of his body, and landed gently in the shadows on the side of the roof of Madnhold Castle. On the other side of the ridge, in the walkway between the two towers, a crusader sentry was patrolling back and forth, unaware that someone had fallen from the sky and landed only a few steps away from him.

Diego relaxed, leaning gently against the roof tiles, a lizard-skin cloak draped over his body, turning the same iron-gray as the roof. In the darkness of the night, if you hadn't gotten close and looked closer, you wouldn't have noticed that there was a person hiding here.

He slowly squirmed in the shadows of the tower, and little by little he approached the small door of the tower. The patrol sentry looked around nonchalantly, and in his opinion, this boring job was a waste of time, and no one believed that the enemy could break through the gate and attack here, which was almost the safest place in the entire Hearthvale.

"Gollum, Gollum!" On the quiet rooftop, an embarrassing sound rang out. Even Diego in the darkness was taken aback, if it weren't for the fact that this sentry didn't make any combat moves, he would have almost burst out and killed.

The sentry rubbed his belly in protest, then removed the kettle hanging from his waist, and reluctantly poured a few sips, intending to trick it first.

"One last round trip!" He said to himself in his heart. As a good soldier who did his duty, he felt that he had done so well enough to be fully worthy of the little ration he received every day. You know, most of the other people just find a corner on the roof and sleep until dawn when they are on guard. It's not for nothing that they do it – at least in their sleep, hunger doesn't feel so unbearable.

He turned around at the small entrance of the tower and walked towards the tower opposite. Just as he turned and walked a few steps, a dark figure jumped out of the shadows behind him, silently pushed open the small door, and entered the tower.