Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 436: A sneak attack that will definitely not be discovered?
"Huh! I finally climbed up!"

Alice let out a long breath.

Although it wasn't her who was climbing.

The towering and dignified castle stood in front of Leticia. The high brick and stone walls stretched across the edge of the cliff, exuding a cold majesty and ancient heaviness, as if it was unreachable, but in front of the assassin who mastered the [climbing skills], it was like nothing. Leticia grabbed the gaps between the bricks, and after a few leaps, she flew over the wall like a light bird and landed lightly on the ground.

The surroundings are a bleak scene: flower beds covered with withered grass, dead and shrunken trees, fountains filled with green dead water, plaster statues with missing upper bodies, and a winding stone road. Each stone is cracked, with weeds and gray vines emerging from the gaps. In terms of shape and landscape, it is similar to the Gothic gardens that the emerging nobles were keen to build in the Middle Ages, but it has been abandoned for a long time and has long lost its former vitality and beauty.

In such a dark, damp and cold environment as the Virtual Root Swamp, it is probably difficult to cultivate the ideal garden beauty. The descendants of Neoesu were just reminiscing about the glorious past, so they copied it here, but later forgot how to take care of it, and simply abandoned it, gradually degenerating into what it is today.

"Where should we go next?" Metien asked, "Do you know where your grandmother is imprisoned, Leticia?"

Leticia nodded gently: "I know."

Alice was immediately curious and questioned, "How do you know?"

"intuition."

The more intense the fight, the louder the noise, the more advantageous it was for Leticia to sneak in. She tried to avoid the front battlefield, moving along corridors, windows, balconies and other inconspicuous corners, quietly moving in the shadows of the castle. No one on either side of the battle noticed that a vampire was passing over their heads or in their blind spots.

After leaving the garden, there was a very long corridor. Only a few pale candles on the silver candlesticks released bloody cold flames. Shadows flickered in the corners that the candlelight could not reach. The atmosphere was gloomy and scary, as if it led directly to the legendary underworld. At least Metien and Shemi, who were watching this scene through Leticia's eyes, were frightened and let out a low cry of fear at the same time. But Leticia didn't care and plunged into the darkness.

The corridor was unattended, and as she advanced, she could faintly hear the sound of weapons clashing and rough shouts. It seemed that while she was busy sneaking into the castle, the magic knights of the cult had already defeated the frontal defense force, broke into the castle, and engaged in a fierce battle with the remaining members of the Silver Moon.

If she encounters a situation that she cannot avoid, she will use the dagger in her hand to clear the obstacle.

……

In the luxuriously decorated room, the furniture was scattered in disorder. A blood-soaked werewolf was panting violently. All around him were corpses and dark red bloodstains, including the corpses of both his own kind and the enemy. The armored magic knights never let go of their magic devices even when they died in battle. Their fighting spirit was admirable, but it was a pity that they were the ones who won in the end.

The vampire girl used two simple words to make all of Alice's doubts meaningless, and also made everyone else speechless, feeling that it was not so reliable. But now they couldn't regret it, and could only hope that Leticia's intuition was accurate enough.

A dark clock tower sat in a corner of the garden, piercing the night sky like a unicorn's horn. The blood moon that appeared and disappeared hung on the top of the tower, as if it was falling. Leticia took a look and then looked away. Although the full moon was fake, it still made her feel quite uncomfortable, and the blood-red moonlight seemed to indicate something, which made her uneasy.

After wiping the blood from the corner of his eyes and waiting for his vision to clear up again, the werewolf who had escaped death was about to leave here to support other companions. However, he caught a glimpse of a petite figure passing by the corner of the room. At the same time, the uneasy premonition in his heart expanded and exploded like a balloon, making him shudder.

Without time to think, he instinctively opened his mouth to howl like a wolf, using sharp sonic attacks to intimidate this suddenly appearing enemy, but suddenly he felt a chill on his back and a sharp pain in the back of his neck.

The next moment, his eyes were plunged into darkness, and he collapsed to the ground, lost consciousness among the bodies of his companions and enemies. After he fainted, the figure slowly appeared, walked over the mutilated limbs and blood on the ground, pushed the door and left.

……

"Those damn mad dogs are about to break into the side hall, stop them!" A team of werewolves hurriedly ran down the corridor to support the battle in the side hall. The werewolf walking at the back suddenly felt a warning in his heart and raised his head to look at the ceiling.

A dark shadow fell from the sky, and the dagger in his hand flashed a cold light.

This became his last impression of the world. Soon, accompanied by a sharp pain in his neck, his eyes fell into darkness and his consciousness gradually blurred. He fell to the ground helplessly, but was caught by the shadow as his body was about to fall to the ground. He was gently placed on the ground without disturbing his companions who had already left.

The next moment, the black bat wings grabbed the bulge on the ceiling like a flying bird and flew past.

……

Like many ruins of the old times, the squares, gardens and courtyards of the Fort of Flöze are dotted with tall towers and bell towers. Some are for decoration, while others are built to defend against enemy invasions, with battlements, arrow slits and crossbows as defensive measures.

A magic knight eliminated the enemies entrenched on the top floor of the tower and occupied this commanding height, where the view was good and he could overlook the entire battlefield. He began to install aiming assistance plug-ins on his magic gun, preparing to use the terrain advantage to snipe the more threatening enemies on the battlefield. This was taught in the tactics course, and it was not the first time he had done this, so he performed with ease.

However, just as he had set up the sniper base of the magic gun and was about to shoot a werewolf who had killed several of his companions, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his head, followed by a stabbing pain.

A silver flying knife came from nowhere and accurately penetrated the gap between the armor and nailed him on the back of the head.

The magic knight, who had been sniped before he could snipe anyone else, fell to the ground silently. As his consciousness gradually faded, he still thought unwillingly: Who is it...

At the same time, a petite figure who seemed to be weightless passed by his fallen body, stepped on the high edge of the tower, and leaped lightly to the upper level of the castle.

The sound of her talking to someone seemed to be heard in the wind——

"Hey, hey, hey, the flying knife is stuck in the back of his head. Are you sure he didn't die like this?"

"No."

"I suppose he's dead?"

"No means no!"

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)