Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 435 Are all assassins masters of climbing?

"The opportunity has come!"

Alice said excitedly.

Soon after the battle broke out, two figures shot out from the castle one after the other, passing through the dark and foggy night sky, and flew towards the most intense battlefield. Linger guessed that they should be the two leaders of Silver Moon: Gundaruf and Linsas. Because they turned into giant werewolves as soon as they landed, their huge bodies were full of indescribable oppression, making the surrounding cult-coalition mechanical soldiers and the steam chariots under their feet as fragile as children's toys, vulnerable to a single blow.

As they left, the crimson warning circle that originally covered the entire high cliff also disappeared. Although the joint raid on the Void Root Swamp by the cult made the situation more chaotic, it also created a perfect opportunity for Leticia to infiltrate.

There is a winding road leading to the top of the mountain in front, but it is not feasible to sneak in from here because the werewolves of Silver Moon have occupied the road. They left some members here to guard it, while the others followed the footsteps of the two leaders and rushed to the swamp one after another, rushing to the battlefield that belonged to them.

In addition to the werewolves, Leticia also saw more strange creatures: golden-maned lion men mixed in with the werewolves, deer-headed spirits that appeared and disappeared like shadows, groups of pitch-black bats flying across the sky, and eagle-headed men with wings on their backs, eagle heads and human bodies, holding halberds and spears... For a moment, they covered the night sky, mighty and unstoppable, making people think of the rural legends circulating in the Taguao wilderness in the Middle Ages, which mentioned that on the night of the full moon, evil monsters and goblins would gather and parade, sweeping across the wilderness and the earth like wild beasts out of a cage, making humans huddle in their simple homes and dare not go out.

This scene seems to be repeating the legend.

"It looks like Gundalufu succeeded."

A light, weightless voice came to Leticia's mind. She recognized that it was the girl named Olvera who was speaking. She had the impression that she was a gentle and quiet person, but for some reason, she always gave her a feeling of being listless and ready to fall asleep at any time: "First, gather the ambitious aliens here in the name of the Fang of Eternal Life, and then use the external pressure of the united cult to force them to join the battle and form a fait accompli. If this battle can be won, even if it is only to temporarily repel the attack of the united cult, the alliance that Gundaruf has always dreamed of will be successfully formed, and he will be a well-deserved leader."

"kindness!?"

She said with emotion: "It is the instinct of beasts to seek survival first and then seek benefits. But what distinguishes humans from beasts is that they sometimes act against their instincts, so they seek benefits first and then think about how to survive. As a result, survival is no longer an indispensable thing, but a bargaining chip for them to fight for benefits." This sentence really makes sense.

“I just like to watch it.”

"It's a bit early for you to read this kind of book."

“Del Cassano’s The War of Humanity.”

The princess of Beman is so narrow-minded that she is still holding a grudge against a remark he made casually a few months ago. Could she have learned it from Alice?

Leticia didn't understand what they were arguing about, and she didn't want to join in. If she couldn't sneak in from the front, she would break through from the back. With this idea in mind, she went around to the back of the high cliff. It was a steep cliff, almost 90 degrees vertical, and there was no place to climb. But it was no problem for Leticia, because she was a vampire and could fly...

Lingge was silent for a moment and asked, "Which book is this?"

Ling Ge: “…”

Ovella didn't know what she was thinking of. She snorted angrily to express her dissatisfaction with Ling Ge: "I can't write it myself anyway!"

Leticia flapped her wings twice, but nothing happened. The lightness and agility she had in the past disappeared, and her body stood still on the ground as if rooted. She opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and was so shocked that she even stuttered: "I, I can't fly anymore!?"

Can a vampire who can't fly still be called a vampire? Why not just learn from the werewolf and change his name to batman!

"Uh, this." Alice's somewhat guilty voice came into her mind: "Because, this is a stealth game after all. If the protagonist can fly, the stealth difficulty will be greatly reduced. So, uh, for the sake of gameplay, I have made certain... restrictions on the protagonist's flying ability?" "Why?" Leticia found it incredible and difficult to understand: "Why do you want to weaken your own power?"

“So it’s for gameplay considerations.”

“What is gameplay?”

“It’s just fun.”

“That doesn’t seem fun to me.”

Leticia folded her bat wings in frustration and muttered, "I can fly, but they won't let me..."

"Ahem, alright, alright, stop complaining. This is all for the sake of gameplay. Just bear with me." Alice said in a casual tone, as if she didn't set up this mechanism herself. "Besides, there are other ways. Can't you just climb up?"

"Climb up?"

Leticia tried to raise her little face and looked at the steep and smooth cliff in front of her, as well as the shadow of the huge castle standing on the top of the mountain. She didn't say a word, but the expression on her face clearly said: Are you fucking kidding me?

I am a vampire, not a mountain goat spirit. How is it possible for me to climb on such a cliff?
"Look at your skill bar!" Alice was heartbroken and wished she could take over the operation for Leticia. "None of the assassin's skills are useless. Isn't there a skill that can be used right now?"

"You mean this [climbing technique]?"

"That's right, assassin masters are all climbing masters. As long as the wall is uneven, there is no place that cannot be climbed. You must not let down the reputation of your predecessors, Leticia!"

Where did my predecessor come from?

Leticia wanted to say this, but there seemed to be no other way to sneak into the castle except climbing this cliff. In order to rescue her grandmother, she had to believe Alice's words. After making mental preparations, she reached out and grabbed a stone embedded in the cliff, and began to climb the tall and steep cliff in an awkward posture.

The girl didn't notice that when she started climbing, the [Climbing Skills] in the skill bar automatically lit up, and then a shadow flashed behind her. It was Metien. She was like a spirit floating behind the girl, silently following her figure upwards. The magical thing was that the higher she climbed, the lighter her body felt, and her climbing posture and movements became more and more standard. Those skills that normal people could hardly master were like instincts flowing in her blood. In this way, they were stimulated and integrated into her body and soul.

At a glance, she could tell which rock seemed solid but was actually loose, and which dead tree on the cliff had a well-developed root system and was full of resilience, which could be used as a starting point for the next climb; she could hold a small rock with one hand to support the weight of her entire body, or she could continuously cross more than a dozen shaky points without stopping; in the end, she was not even climbing, but jumping, using both hands to fly up several meters, and then accurately grasping a small crack in the rock, using it as a starting point to jump up again. Sometimes she even felt that climbing up like this was easier and faster than flying up directly.

Under the gorgeous and enchanting blood moon, the swamp was caught in a battle of flames and weapons, with dense magic laser cannons flying all over the sky, flashing violently and emitting dazzling glare; in the darkness of the jungle and ruins, the wild aliens were brutally fighting with the fully armed magic knights, using their flesh and blood to fight against the cold and sophisticated magic devices, and the crushed corpses dyed every piece of cold sewage under the dense forest red; the huge werewolves roared to the sky, and in the sharp and shrill wolf howls, the blood-colored moonlight trembled and wailed, as if it was burning; teams of constructed mechas flew past the wolves like silver-white birds, and the star-blue magic power spewed out from the back armor drew neat and graceful arcs, and whistling light rain continued to spew out from the muzzles.

The battle between the great Methosh dynasty and its lost descendants, about survival or extinction, about immortality or death, is still going on. In an unnoticed corner, on the back of a cliff where the bloody moonlight cannot reach, a tiny figure is climbing up at an astonishing speed, gradually approaching the towering castle under the moon.

[Climbing skills: The memory hidden in your blood will tell you how to climb places where even birds cannot stand. In the most primitive times, the ancestors of assassins have already conquered mountains and cliffs.]

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)