The Lord Of Blood Hill

Chapter 536: Stealth Fails

Ten minutes later, Henwell and the others kill every guard on this floor.Four hidden observation ports have been found. Four ropes drop through them, allowing the Lord Iron Guards to quickly enter the castle.

Henwell gives another hand signal. He takes one team upward while the others clear downward.

The castle has seven floors. Henwell's group is on the fourth, with three more floors above them.

The upper levels of the castle gradually shrink in area, and not many people live here.

Even so, professionals are likely stationed here. After all, this is the most comfortable part of the camp.

Soon after Henwell reaches the fifth floor, he runs into a Grand Knight.

The man notices the sound made by one of the Lord Iron Guards. He immediately jumps up, grabs the longsword by his bed, and comes out to see what is happening.

Unfortunately, Henwell is waiting at the door. Otherwise, he would still have had a chance to raise the alarm.

Henwell had already sensed a professional here. It was not because the man's extraordinary aura had leaked, but because the aura of extraordinary equipment inside his room was dense.

Anyone with that much extraordinary equipment is no minor figure.

After seeing Henwell, the man makes a mistake. He does not raise the alarm at once, but swings his sword at Henwell.

That brief delay costs him his last chance to raise the alarm.

The instant he opens the door, Henwell's Chains of Civilization fall onto him.

When he instinctively attacks, Henwell raises a hand, catches the incoming blade, and pulls it sideways with the momentum.

Henwell hooks a foot behind him, trips him, and yanks him sideways into the air. Then he drives a knee into the man's unprotected abdomen.

The man's body curls like a shrimp. His liver and spleen rupture, leaving him unable even to scream.

He can only stare wide-eyed, all his pain trapped in his face.

But the light in those eyes quickly fades.

As Henwell knocks his opponent away, the short blade in his right hand stabs down, piercing the back of the man's neck and severing his spine.

Henwell catches the corpse, drags it back into the room, throws it onto the bed, and only then pulls out the short blade.

Blood immediately sprays out, and the smell of the smell of blood spreads through the room.

Henwell does not linger. He gently closes the door, blocking the spread of the bloody smell.

After that, there are no other professionals on this floor. Even the sixth floor only has one Battle Knight, who has no effect on the plan.

Not until the seventh floor, after killing another Grand Knight, does Henwell's expression darken.

Damn it.

That Iron Knight is not here.

That means Henwell has to carefully observe the battlefield for a while. A moment of carelessness could cause casualties among his team.

These are all high-ranking commanders under his command.

Losing any one of them would be painful for Henwell.

Henwell stands on the viewing platform at the top of the castle. The night wind stirs the cloak behind him. With one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, he vigilantly surveys the area below, familiar and unfamiliar all at once.

More than half an hour has passed since the operation began. Every side is already in position.

Under the moonlight, Henwell sees the action teams at the top of the valley begin lowering ropes.

Inside one residential area of Forge Furnace Training Camp, a squad of patrolling guards has just left.

After reaching the door, the guards immediately shed their gloomy expressions. One of them says with a smile, "I think that girl, No. 171, has a good figure. Her looks are top-notch too."

Another guard says, "That is not the point. Did you not see that special air about her? I would bet she is a young lady from a noble family."

The guards begin trading dirty jokes. After a while, the squad captain says, "Enough. Time to change shifts."

"Also, I am warning you. Male or female, you are not allowed to touch these people. If punishment comes down from above, I will be dragged down with you."

The others quickly agree, saying they know the limits and are only running their mouths.

After another while, the guards who are supposed to take over still do not arrive.

"Damn it. The people from the Eighth Team cannot still be asleep, can they? Those swine are the ones who love slacking off most."

"Shit. We should report them to the superiors. They cannot keep doing this."

"I think we should forget it. Eighth Team Captain Raul is Lord Blood Axe's brother-in-law. In the end, we will be the ones who suffer."

"It is only that his female cousin became one of Lord Blood Axe's women, and only one of them at that. Besides, so what if he is a brother-in-law? Lord Blood Axe does not even care about him that much. Even Lord Blood Axe has to follow our rules."

The squad captain ends the argument. "Enough. Let us go take a look. If Raul and his people really are sleeping in, we will report this to Lord Sioro."

"Lord Blood Axe is the training camp's officer, but our patrol unit is not under him. Lord Sioro is our superior."

With that, the guard squad heads toward the upper level.

As soon as they turn the stair corner, the squad captain frowns.

He smells something strange.

Looking at the quiet corridor, he clears his throat. "Raul, it is your turn on duty. Get up already."

"We can help cover your post for a little while at most. If you still do not come, we will report you to Lord Sioro."

After saying that, the squad captain turns to leave.

The men beside him complain in dissatisfaction. "Boss, that is it? You came just to shout once?"

The others also mutter that the captain should not be so afraid of Raul and his people.

But the squad captain's forehead is already covered in sweat. He has remembered what the smell on this floor is.

He is a veteran who came off the battlefield. He has simply been away from the battlefield for too long, so he did not recognize it at once.

It is the smell of blood. The smell of a great deal of blood. It certainly does not come from one person.

And after that shout, the residential area should not be this quiet.

No matter what is happening here, it is not something a squad of a dozen people can handle.

He has to leave at once, then raise the alarm.

Just as he steadies himself and leads the team toward the stairs, his peripheral vision catches a door behind him opening by a crack.

In the flicker of lamplight, he sees a black arrowhead.

His body's instinct reacts faster than his mind. The squad captain throws himself down the stairs, and before he even lands, he tears his throat open shouting.

"Enemy attack!"

Then he hears the distinct sound of arrowheads tearing through armor and sinking into flesh.

He does not dare look behind him. He does not even have time to stand up. He rolls and scrambles to the side.

After crashing into a dormitory, he ignores the guards waking in confusion, smashes through a window, and continues fleeing.

After the squad captain escapes, Leighton leads his men over the corpses pierced by arrows and reaches the stair corner.

"Damn it! We have really embarrassed ourselves this time. We are the first ones exposed."

Sera says helplessly, "Who knew that guard would be so alert? We had not even finished handling the bodies on our side."

Leighton curses, "Shit. Get to work. Sera, you take the left. I take the right. Clear this area."

At this moment, the leaders of the other action teams all laugh. At least they are not the first ones exposed.

As for the squad captain who raised the warning, he has now rushed out from inside the mountain wall and arrived outside.

Then he freezes.

He does not see any patrol troops rushing out in time.

What enters his sight is one elite team after another, thirty people per team, moving through every area.

Above the valley, a large number of intruders are also rappelling down on ropes.