"Whoosh~" A few feathered arrows flew in on the strong wind, instantly killing the guards at the entrance of the hill.
Laine and the others sneaked into the camp along the sparse forest.
Laine, Jerald, Teresa, Veronica, and Alfred followed behind; they weren't skilled at this sort of thing.
Under the dark curtain of night, Estelle and Des could see as clearly as daylight, slowly advancing with the cover of bushes and trees. Due to the strong wind, their sounds were almost inaudible.
The camp constructing the siege tower was getting closer. Two low-level Vampires were whispering to each other. They stood on a slope at the back of the hill, watching everything that passed by. After scouting around, everyone found this place where the defense was weakest; beyond the hill lay the interior of the camp.
Estelle held up two fingers, indicating two.
Des pulled up his green mask, shook his head, and then made a gesture.
