Chapter 1165 - The Speechless Arcadinians
~Shwahhhhh!
The heavy rains poured down the woods, masking the sounds of the Baymardian vehicles charging forward towards their targeted locations.
And as the vehicles advanced, those within them still stealthily observed their surroundings, trying to spot any spies or scouts amidst this dark, rainy night.
~Peeui! Peeui!~
Their silencers shot a few.
And soon after, some people carefully exited the vehicles to search and hide the bodies.
The heavy rain fell on the raincoated men as they did their best to discard any traces of the fallen.
And when they were done, they hurried back into the vehicles and took off their raincoats.
This wasn’t the real start of their journey.
So there was no real point in getting wet and still sitting in one place.
That’s how one could catch a cold.
When raining and moving in battle, the heat did well to stabilize things.
So until they were actually ready to move, they wouldn’t want to get wet just yet.
Like so, the numerous vehicles drove across the rainy forest until they finally reached their destinations.
~Bam!
The doors were forced open, and everyone now jumped out while looking left and right vigilantly.
Like so, Killian, Death, and several others led their teams in different directions without a moment to waste.
For every Baymardian team, there was an Arcadinian team nearby that had a different mission altogether.
And as expected, Death’s team and several other Arcadinian teams were steadily following Killian and other Baymardian groups towards the far left sides of the city walls.
Thats right.
They weren’t going in from the front.
As for the scouts around the entire perimeter of the city, several other Baymardian teams were going to hunt them down, carrying their actions fast while driving around in the vehicles.
Like so, all teams were off!
But not far away from a particular point on the far left walls of the city, a burly scout was calmly seated on top of a tree.
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The burly man was wearing all black and remained expressionless.
Well, he was a scout. But not a scout for Cain.
The burly man was very focused on his task.
And to prevent the rain from hitting him, the man placed a pyramid-like roof made of wood above his head by trying it on one of the tree branches above his head.
The tree he chose was somewhat luscious and had already bloomed very well into Spring compared to others.
Thus, the foliage masked his presence even more.
Additionally, within this dark night covered with a blur of heavy rain, seeing him was impossible.
Likewise, seeing the enemy was also a challenging feat for him too... unless the enemy came very close to him.
That said, his sight wasn’t the only thing he relied on as an ȧssassin.
His hearing and sense of smell were homes to prepare and adapt for such scenarios.
The burly man kept his eyes closed in deep meditation while focusing only on the sounds of the steady rain.
Thus, anything out of the Raining sound was his focus point.
~Swahhhh!!!!
The man stayed silent with closed eyes like a blind man for a bit until he suddenly frowned.
Hm?
He heard very, very faint steps of muddy water getting splashed about not too far away from him.
It could be a bear or any other creature looking for food... Or he could be wrong about the sound he just heard.
Maybe it was all in his imagination.
However, no matter what his thoughts were, he had to check things out first!
With that, he opened his eyes hastily and prepared to make a move.
Following that, his body seemed to have turned into stone as it dropped several feet to the ground, hitting a few more branches on his way down.
~Bam!
His face was planted onto the muddy floors, with his entire body not even flinching for a moment.
What just happened?
The man happened to be dead.
And within the dark, a few men briefly revealed themselves before disappearing again into the darkness, like ghosts and shadows of the night.
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~Din. Din. Din. Din. Din~~
Killian, Death and a few others in different teams all dashed towards the walls speedily.
These parts of the walls were the regions around the city that weren’t overly guarded.
Why?
Because the stone walls here weren’t scalable during the rainy seasons.
And it was all due to a special grass.
Looking at the walls, there was a particular purple grass which people called slippery grass growing here.
When it was dry, it seemed like ordinary grass.
But when wet, it was a whole other thing.
Even if one were to stab their knives or daggers into the stone to climb up, it wouldn’t hold.
People had tried and had consistently failed and fallen to their deaths.
If one looked around the walls, they would realize that the people of these towns had also placed sharp spiky stones around the walls to ensure that those who fell died horrible deaths.
The Arcadinians, including Death, looked at the scene before them with several thoughts flying through their minds.
This was the famous Suicide Wall that everyone within the empire knew of.
The Purple grass was more popular here and seemed to like this city and several other towns and villages around these parts.
It seemed to like the soil here or something that drew it here.
Thus, some people called this region the Purple zone.
Even some of the trees had purple grass growing on their sides too.
Thank heavens that the ground itself was still somewhat bȧrė and recovering from winter.
Because when the entire fields were mixed with this purple grass, the place would become slippery as hell!
And for many, these purple grasses were weeds that also destroyed their crop yields too.
It was not a joke when people said this place was the Purple Zone of Arcadina, the land of unfortunate deaths.
The Arcadinians looked at the wet, slippery walls and were suddenly speechless.
What did these Baymardians want to do?
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