Chapter 69 Access Prohibited on This Road
The sound of snapping twigs filled the air as the captain of the knights furrowed his brow. Something felt off as he advanced. Why hadn't he met up with the other squads? Had they already entered the castle?
"Stop!" he suddenly commanded, halting his three companions.
"What's wrong, Captain?" one asked.
"Are there enemies?" another inquired.
The trio tightened their grips on their swords, standing back-to-back, scanning their surroundings vigilantly.
"There's something wrong. It's been so long, and we haven't seen anyone else. It's definitely trouble," the knight captain said coldly, sweat beading on his forehead. This was a situation he had never encountered before.
"How is that possible? If they had been attacked, they would have made some noise by now," one of his companions reasoned.
"Captain, you're being too sensitive. Anyone capable of silencing them wouldn't be in Eldoria." another added.
"We haven't noticed anything unusual along the way. This isn't a good place for an ambush," the third companion added.
Each of the three tried to reassure the captain. They had always had an easy time under Carter's command and had never faced any significant challenges. They believed today would be no different.
The knight captain furrowed his brow, wondering, 'Am I being too sensitive? Even if I were to act, it seemed like there was no way to resolve the situation without a sound.'
Unless it was a swift, fatal strike, there would surely be a commotion. Moreover, his companions were not weak; each of them could hold their own against him for a few moves.
"No, no, no..." The captain had absolute faith in his intuition, which had saved him several times before.
The sound of snapping twigs suddenly rang out, clear in the silent night, and it seemed to come out of nowhere.
What did this signify? The captain's eyes widened as he looked towards the direction of the castle. It meant that the other party had intentionally made this sound and was now very close to them.
A dark cloud drifted slowly across the sky, blocking the bright moonlight and casting a large shadow, obscuring the vision of the four.
The snapping sound came from within the shadow as the enemy infantryman approached the four knights.
"Who's there?" the captain shouted, his voice sharp and piercing, echoing far into the night sky.
"Someone playing tricks!"
The faces of the group turned grim, but the captain's signal did not elicit a response from his companions.
The sound of a snapping twig abruptly ceased as a dark cloud passed, and the moonlight once again shone brightly, revealing a figure below.
Mila's figure seemed to emerge from the darkness suddenly. Today, she was wearing the leather armor custom-made by Henry from Earth. The armor's steel plates, which resembled fish scales, were embedded on the outside, making the whole suit look like a piece of art.
The steel plates were made of special steel, no less defensive than heavy armor but very light, and customization cost Henry tens of thousands of dollars.
When she first received this suit of armor, Mila was so excited that she wore it to sleep, and the next day, with dark circles under her eyes, she was reluctant to take it off. If it weren't for Henry's persuasion, she might have worn it for three or four days.
Mila's long hair was tied up in a bun, and her sky-blue eyes were full of sharpness as she coldly said, "This path is off-limits!"
"A female orc. Is there no one else?" the captain tried to provoke her, hoping to get more information.
He recognized this female orc and knew that she had been bought by Carter and his son and imprisoned in the dungeon. After all, he had already killed the commoner who sold this female orc, and the copper coins were used to buy drinks. Carter's money took a lot of work to earn.
"You've gone far enough." Mila said, her hands slightly shaking as two combat knives slid into her palms from her sleeves, her tone indifferent. "You guys can arrive here, I don't know if it's your good luck or bad luck."
"What do you mean?"
The captain's voice was cold, his long sword tightly gripped, not daring to underestimate the other party. If one person appeared to face the four, then their skills must be exceptional.
"The literal meaning!"
As soon as the word 'meaning' was uttered, Mila suddenly moved, taking a zigzag route, her figure flashing and flickering; her movements were incredibly agile!
"What? Be on guard!"
"Holy crap, she's too fast."
The four felt dizzy, only seeing the figure getting closer and closer to them and finally seeing a pair of blue eyes!
Several black lights flashed, accompanied by the sound of steel colliding, and the next second, the sound of a sharp weapon-piercing leather was heard.
Under the moonlight, Mila's back was facing the four, and she suddenly flicked the blood off the combat knife, and one by one, the four behind her fell.
The fallen captain's mouth moved, blood gushing from his mouth; only a faint sound was heard.
"So fast - the knife!"
A bloodstain appeared on the neck of each of the four, and the captain of the knights had an extra wound on his chest, and blood gushed from under the leather.
Mila truly deserved the title of Ghost Walker; the four were killed in an instant, and they were unable to withstand a single move in her hands.
"I should beat with the Royal Knights!"
A cold voice sounded, and a slender figure slowly stepped into the darkness. Don't be fooled by her usual appearance in front of Henry; she's just restraining her breath.
The Mila outside is the cold Ghost Walker, operating primarily as an assassin.
