The Lord Of Blood Hill

Chapter 539: The Senior Who Dropped Out

My name is Evelyn. I come from a noble family.But now I have been sold as a slave into this hellish camp.

Still, compared with what I went through before, or what might await me later, at least I am still alive here.

This training camp called Forge Furnace is used to train killers and all kinds of spies and infiltrators.

There is no mercy here. The strong live, and the weak die.

I have been here for two years. In another two years, I will graduate.

At that time, I will live by killing and survive through battle.

I am now in the second stage of this training camp. Among the youths who came here with me, one fifth have already died.

Relying on my intelligence and persistence, I endured the most dangerous stage. Now I am already one of the best trainees in the entire batch.

My treatment is much better. I have been assigned to a room with a window.

Every day, I can look at the night sky. If I am lucky, I can even see the moon.

There are many traces left by seniors in this room. Some are curses, some are words of encouragement.

Others are special marks. They should be the family crests of those seniors.

Among these marks, my favorite is a special symbol.

It is not a pattern. It looks more like a written character, but I do not recognize it at all and have no impression of it.

Originally, I thought my life would continue like this, and I would become an assassin in the future.

One day, I would die on a mission, or during one of the organization's purges.

If I was lucky, perhaps before I died, I might be able to do something and learn a few things about the problems that once happened in my family.

This is a very ordinary night. After a day of exhausting training, just like usual, I lie down on my bed to rest.

I glance out at the night without thinking, and then I see figures appear on the mountain wall of the camp.

I know there are hidden sentries there, but they never expose themselves.

Curiosity makes me get up to observe, and then more and more figures appear at the top of the mountain wall.

Then I see more than ten ropes drop down.

Those people quickly slide down the ropes, and elite fighters jump onto the viewing platforms on the mountain wall.

Before the ballista guards can react, those people kill them cleanly without drawing any attention.

I see all of this, but I do not give any warning. After all, I am only a slave of Forge Furnace Training Camp.

I do not want to offend a force that dares attack this place. I simply keep watching the battle of these attackers in silence.

They display extremely refined tactics and combat skill. The guards here are no match for them at all.

But in truth, I do not think their chances are good. Forge Furnace Training Camp has not only armed guards, but more importantly, many professionals.

However, I soon realize I am wrong.

When I see one of the camp's training supervisors killed, I understand that there are even more professionals among the attackers.

Those attackers in blood-gold armor possess extremely powerful combat strength.

The entire camp is fighting, and the entire camp's guards are retreating in defeat.

Soon, the battle reaches my area.

I see those warriors up close. They are armed to the teeth, silent and calm. This is an army, not another dark force.

These people are far stronger than my father's subordinates. They might be a kingdom's knight order.

But the emblem does not match, and that makes me a little curious.

What makes me even more curious is that the emblem of these warriors is very similar to one pattern in my room.

Perhaps this camp offended the wrong people. Perhaps it killed someone's child, and now that person's family found out and brought soldiers here.

As the battle outside gradually settles, Evelyn's thoughts come to an end.

Amid the youths' uneasy feelings, the previous team of warriors returns.

Whenever they pass a room, one warrior takes out a piece of paper and sticks it across the door.

These people do not communicate with the youths. They work in silence, then leave.

After a while, the outside gradually quiets down. A youth across from Evelyn reaches into the gap beneath his bed and takes out a small box.

He removes several delicate tools and begins fiddling with the door lock.

These are escape tools the youth prepared long ago. Seeing this, the other youths do not speak to stop him. Instead, they gesture to one another from across their cells.

The youths in the rooms at the end of the residential area begin watching the entrance alertly, ready to report anything at any time.

The youth picking the lock soon opens his cell door.

Just as he is about to pull open the cell door, Evelyn suddenly says, "I advise you not to do that."

The youth says in a low voice, "Keep your voice down. If you do not want to run, that is your business. We do not want to stay here anymore."

A youth in the room diagonally across from her says to Evelyn, "Icicle, the camp has clearly fallen. This is our chance to escape."

"Do you really expect the people outside not to hurt us? Who knows whether they will kill everyone to prevent future trouble, or destroy us together with the camp to cover their traces?"

Evelyn points at the paper stuck to the door and says calmly, "That thing is there to stop us from leaving the cells."

"Did you not see that it is stuck across the crack of the door? As soon as we open the door, the paper will tear."

"When that happens, even if we want to come back and pretend we never left, it will be impossible."

"We are not the camp's guards. We are only trainees, people of no importance."

"I am indeed gambling. At least there is a fifty percent chance we can survive. But if we make them think we are with the guards, then it is hard to say."

Her words do have an effect. The youth who picked the lock hesitates for a long time, but still pulls open the cell door.

The paper stuck to it tears apart. The youth growls, "Who is coming with me?"

After a moment of silence, several voices answer.

Then the youth who picked the lock opens their doors one by one, and more than ten youths leave together.

About ten minutes later, these youths return dejectedly.

Behind them is a team of warriors who attacked the camp.

The man in the lead is tall, wearing a suit of matte black armor. It looks exquisite and solemn.

Behind him is a blood-red cloak. It looks somewhat damaged, but blood-red light flows through the tears as if they are burning.

After the dozen or so youths are driven back into their rooms, the man in the lead says, "Stay here obediently, and you will not be harmed."

"Tomorrow, I will take you away from this place. No one will hurt you again, and I will give you a choice."

Seeing that the man is about to leave after speaking, Evelyn somehow calls out to him. "Your Excellency, are you looking for someone?"

"The emblem on your people is very similar to a pattern in my room. Perhaps it is a clue."

The man turns his head. Then he lifts his visor.

A young face appears. He smiles and says, "I know. I carved it there. Back then, I lived in this room too."

After saying that, Henwell turns and continues forward.

Evelyn speaks again. "Your Excellency, can you tell me what that emblem means?"

"Henwell. It is a written character from my homeland, my name. I suppose that makes me your senior. For special reasons, I dropped out."

"Now I have come back to ask the instructors for my graduation certificate, and to make up my graduation exam while I am here."

"All right, little one. The fact that you can live here proves you are very capable. Rest well."

"Your fate starts changing tonight. I still need to catch up with my mentors. See you later."