A male elf, dressed in a coarse cloth robe, slowly emerged from the shadows, clutching a crude magic staff in his hand, its inlaid crystal dim.
His face was pale, his eyes sunken, and his face was covered with an unshakeable weariness, yet his gaze still held a hint of alertness.
He warily scrutinized the team of "patrol scouts."
Xindesaish stopped, and the Dracthyr behind him also quietly halted.
He displayed an arrogant expression: "Routine patrol. Return to your dwelling, commoner. It's unsafe to be out late at night."
The elf commoner frowned, clearly displeased with the commanding tone, but did not argue.
He tightened his robe, his gaze lingering on Xindesaish's face for a moment, and muttered, "Unsafe? You never show up during the day." He glanced at the dazzling energy flow in the noble district, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes, then turned and quickly disappeared into the darkness of the alley.
Xindesaish watched the elf commoner leave expressionlessly.
He had already noticed the "sentry" hidden in the dark.
The other party was likely an alert outpost left by some commoner self-protection organization.
It seemed the situation here was even more severe than imagined, but this was precisely the state they needed—a tipping point that could be easily pushed into chaos by external forces.
"Continue." Xindesaish ordered in a low voice.
The team moved through the silent streets of the commoner district, gradually approaching the edge of the noble district.
The air here was noticeably different; arcane energy became viscous, active, and gradually formed a sense of oppression.
A translucent, pale purple energy barrier enveloped the noble district, with arcane light flowing across its surface.
Inside the barrier, the opulent buildings were clearly visible under the magical lamplight, forming a stark contrast with the dimness outside the barrier.
Xindesaish stopped and raised his hand, signaling.
The other four Dracthyr silently fanned out, disappearing into the shadows of several large fir trees along the road.
His gaze was fixed on an inconspicuous square, low monument at the edge of the barrier.
The surface of the monument was carved with complex arcane runes.
In Xindesaish's perception, a thin stream of energy was continuously pouring into the base of the monument.
This was clearly a node of the defensive barrier.
Xindesaish gently tapped his head with his finger, silently muttering, "Rabisargos."
"Hmph, I'm watching." A voice with clear arrogance and impatience sounded in Xindesaish's consciousness.
That was Rabisargos, the Blue Dragon acting as the magical consultant for this operation, far away on the outskirts of the forest. "Crude elven craftsmanship. I have dozens of ways to make the energy consumption lower and the barrier more effective."
"You know I'm not asking about that." Xindesaish's reply carried a hint of anger.
"I know, I know, do you see those magic lines I've marked in red?"
Rabisargos projected a three-dimensional magical structure into Xindesaish's consciousness.
There were several red-marked lines on it. "If you modify it like this, you can add us to the whitelist. Also, you need to change this part to allow my consciousness to follow through smoothly."
"Understood." Xindesaish's reply was as concise as ever.
He immediately put it into action, gently placing his hands on the monument, and meticulously modified the magic lines according to the Blue Dragon's guidance.
A moment later, the defensive barrier flickered almost imperceptibly, signaling their success.
"Continue forward, our goal is to get as close to that tower as possible." Xindesaish reiterated the mission objective, his tone calm and firm. "Once the risk of further approach is deemed too high, immediately choose the nearest pipe, use the distributed containers to absorb as much mana as possible, and then quickly retreat."
"Understood." The other four Dracthyr responded in unison, their voices crisp and without hesitation.
Immediately, they continued to stealthily advance deeper into the noble district.
In the shadows of the tall and ornate pale stone buildings, they moved swiftly, constantly approaching the central tower.
The streets were empty, with only occasional arcane guards slowly moving along fixed routes.
The Darkclaw Camp squad moved like ghosts, cleverly avoiding the areas still celebrating late into the night, using building corners, statue bases, and the guards' blind spots to gradually approach their target.
However, just as they were about to cross a small square with a statue of Azshara, with only a wide avenue separating them from the central tower, an anomaly suddenly occurred!
"Watch out, there's a high-ranking mage there!" Rabisargos's voice suddenly rang out deep in Xindesaish's consciousness, his tone urgent and with a hint of anxiety. "Damn it, too late! You've been discovered by him!"
Xindesaish reacted swiftly, but only had time to signal a dispersion gesture to his teammates when a sharp cry of surprise and alarm came from the third-floor terrace of a building to their side!
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