Three minutes later.

This is the last tree...... Jumping to the treetops, the elf hooked the branch with his whip and jumped straight into the air. At a moment three meters above the ground, he exerted his wrist diagonally and tore off the long whip.

Tumbling on his back, the ranger had no time to care about the snow stains, so he kicked the ground explosively with his calves, and ran after Aya with all his might. Dozens of soldiers who had been outflanked from all directions had been left far behind and disappeared into the snow and mist.

After arriving in the city, there should be no ambush soldiers to help. There will only be some patrols who don't know the truth. In short, it is better not to have pedestrians and horse-drawn carriages blocking the road...... It is unclear if Winterfell imposed a curfew after Winter's Breath, so Cyberdat prays to his goddesses of nature and the moon that everything will go well, though his half-hearted prayers almost never work. This may not have much to do with being religious.

Running to the corner of the street, which was slightly illuminated by the street lamps that were better than nothing, the elf felt that his eyes were already a little more comfortable: Lusha was good, inheriting the werewolf's night vision. But I didn't have those two hits. If there was more mana left, he could use Nalor to fly with him, and then turn around if necessary—Lucina might have gotten rid of herself for this reason.

But that guy is obviously a mage, why didn't she come along? Besides, she was Aya, and she could run and fly. Confused by the many questions, Sebodat adjusted his breathing with an even ventilation movement - if I hadn't been running so fast all the time, I could have run for ten hours without breaking a sweat. But it's still aerobic exercise, and it's better than fighting with people.

Once inside the city, there are no reinforcements left to put pressure on the Corruptors. If it goes on like this, it's hard to guarantee that it won't play some tricks like last time...... If I were Lusha, I would choose to chase him for a distance and stop pressing him, and pretend that I couldn't keep up.

Of course, at that time, Lusha will have to use her racial identity, using her flying ability, night vision, and somehow being able to see through invisibility to secretly track. Once the enemy has completely let their guard down, they will stop running in circles towards the real lair. When the time comes, reinforcements can be called in and annihilated in one fell swoop - it's exciting to think about.

Running in the city is much easier than in the woods. However, once back on land, the Ranger's speed advantage in being able to jump with dexterity is depleted. Seeing the direction of Lusa's leaning at the intersection in front of her, the elf was keenly aware that she was about to turn right.

Sure enough, Lusha rushed into the crossing on the right. Quickly looking around without stopping, he secretly calculated in his heart: the streets of Neverwinter City were too wide, and the different rows of buildings on both sides of the avenue could not cross each other. But for the most efficient continuous tracking, you have to use the roof to cross the terrain. But if that were the case, it would be difficult to tell where Lusa had gone—but Lusa was a clever kid who didn't have a single tendon. She should be able to think of a way to follow the enemy by flying after deliberately losing it.

Then I'll just find a high ground with a good view and look down...... The thought suddenly came to him, and Cyberdat stopped abruptly, adjusting his breathing and looking up.

The moment his gaze swept across the night sky, a tall tower-like building a hundred meters away was frozen in the elf's mind. After briefly considering whether the area covered by its vision was up to standard, the elf decided not to waste any more time and pulled up his legs and lunged straight in its direction.

Despite the temporary follow-up of Diolusa, it was reassuring to note that there were few pedestrians on the street, except for the guards who occasionally passed by and looked at the rangers with strange glances. Judging from the fact that they did not come forward to interrogate them, the residents were simply staying at home and not because they were under curfew.

Let's hope they haven't run out of the area yet, or at least not too far away...... Slowing down the force of the kick, the elf lowered his body and sprinted, his waist seemed to become lighter and lighter under the impact of the wind. Without Lusha, who had to follow all the time, as a target, Cyberdart's heart finally flashed with a hint of free pleasure, and his sprinting posture became lighter and lighter.

Striding and running, he propped his hands on the wall and jumped sideways into the low wall. The tower, like all buildings in the territory, is made of heavy, wind-resistant gray rock. The tower is covered in snow and ice, and the uneven walls look in disrepair, with many protruding bricks to grab onto.

You have to be careful not to step on the ice when choosing a foothold. Looking at the hot snow stones all over the ground, the elf couldn't help but think of the last time he was pushed off a cliff: it was a little bit worse. He racked his brains, but he couldn't figure out who he had provoked.

I hope this guy's wall can hold up my weight, and I don't have to step on it when I climb...... Stomping his feet hard to keep the soles dry, he rubbed his slightly stiff hands and began to remember his leather gloves: unfortunately, they had fallen asleep in the snow after rotting somewhere in the Sacred Woods. Maybe tomorrow I should buy a pair of high-quality Snow Eagle gloves.

Circumferencing the tower as fast as he could, the elf quickly determined where he should begin to climb. Bending his knees and jumping high, he grabbed the brick cracks, and climbed up steadily and speedily. Keeping an eye on the next protrusion that could be grasped, the elf was so focused that he left all thoughts that were getting in the way.

As he grabbed the last piece of loose slag and turned his head to prop himself up to the top of the tower, the Ranger flapped his knees, straightened up, and quickly scanned the surroundings for Lusa, who had probably run out of the block in a matter of minutes.

Thanks to the wide field of vision, the elf soon caught a glimpse of Aya: luckily, she hadn't gone too far. In the general direction, the girl was being led straight to the west.

This part is the central city. As for the western side of the central city...... Lowering the brim of his hat, the elf looked at the huge tower that stood out to the west and frowned: since there is a tower that is so big, it should be the old city, right? When I went to visit the bachelor before, I rode Lucina there. Looking at the entire city, there is no second building that can match it. The tower beneath my feet seemed to have been a miniature bachelor's tower in the past, but it was somehow abandoned.

Intending to wait and see, the elf crouched down, keeping his eyes on Lusa: the situation seemed to be under control for the time being.