Kahn lowered his body on the grass, leveling with the grass, trying to make his outline not appear abrupt in the guard's vision.

Also looking at him was Kasha. She had already sneaked to the tent first, put the guard who happened to walk out of the door and stuffed it back into the tent, cleared the obstacles and waited silently for Kahn.

When the guard turned his head, Kahn immediately touched his visual dead corner and leaned over and walked quietly to Kasha.

After entering the tent area, the disguise color is no longer very useful. Kahn carefully bypassed the patrol team under the cover of the tent.

Kasha is obviously more familiar with this kind of thing than him. She is walking in front and leading him. Her experience of going deep into the enemy's back has always been able to find out the blind spots of the enemy's vision at a glance.

The scene in front of her made Kasha pause. The two guards were guarding different exits, less than ten meters apart from each other. If she went up alone to assassinate, she would probably not have time to deal with the second one.

After waiting for a moment, Kahn appeared and pointed at one of the guards. Kahn immediately understood and approached the guard from behind and brought him down. On the other side, Kahsha also dragged the guard whose neck had been twisted into the nearby unmanned tent.

At the same time, they came out of the tent. The two looked at each other and waited until the patrol team walked past the road and quickly came out of the tent area.

Next they have to face a series of sentry towers, surrounded by empty and monotonous yellow land, and it is difficult to sneak past by disguise and can easily be seen through.

"Let me stealth and kill the sentinel?" Kasha said.

"Don't." Kahn immediately grabbed her: "No need, sentries are not idle jobs. When a person dies, the bodies will be found soon. And only the two outermost sentries are outside the smoke, so it is not difficult to avoid them."

After saying that, he pointed to the river not far away. The middle section of the river was in thick fog. Kahn had noticed this shortcut a long time ago.

The two of them acted separately, Kasha and Kahn waterway. The latter sneaked into the river and held his breath all the way to the smoke area along the riverbed.

The guards of the arsenal would not have thought that humans could dive for such a long time, thanks to the skin nails that can provide oxygen all the time.

The visibility of the smoke is only five meters all over the body. No matter how far away you can only see the outline of the figure. There is no need to disguise in such an environment.

However, the void vision is not affected, and all living people in their vision are clearly presented to them.

There were also black-clothed guards wearing masks by the river, but the positions were not dense. Kahn avoided them, climbed out of the river, steamed the water and leaned towards Kahsha's position.

The two met on the exterior wall of the arsenal and carefully observed the surrounding conditions.

"I came from the main entrance, there were two tattoos, and a mage was ringing the bell." Kasha whispered. These were all useful information, and maybe they would use it when they came out.

"Did they find you?"

"No, I blocked it with the invalidation spell."

"When did you learn it?" Kahn looked at her in surprise. Kahsha didn't answer, hooking her fingers across the thick tree roots and advancing along the exterior wall.

They came to a window with a high window and could not see what was inside.

But this did not hurt them. Kasha escaped to the wall and took a look inside, and came out to say to Kahn, "There is a production line inside, and there are many workers assembling guns. There is a room in the corner that is not a wooden house, but a rough house. The temperature is higher than other places. I guess the thick smoke should have come out of it."

"Where is the stairs? We are going to the upper floor. You said that the lower floors are all workers, so it is logical that black boxes will not be stored."

Kahn doesn't know architecture, but he knows that buildings like this kind of woven wood generally do not have basements. The underground is the root system, and digging it will cause unstable foundations of the house.

"We can't get past the stairs," Kasha said.

"Then you can only climb the wall." Kahn said, looking up at the exterior wall of the tower.

Do it as he said, Kahn put his claws on the thick roots, his sharp nails firmly hooked the rough bark, and took him up step by step. Leaning a little lower than him, Kahsha climbed steadily, always within his field of view.

There is no need to be a risk of being discovered during the distance before reaching the top of the tower. As long as the footsteps of the black guards are heard below, just temporarily lie on the wall and don’t make any noise.

The more I climbed up, Kahn noticed that the color of the tree roots became increasingly abnormal, and when he came to the middle layer, it had turned into earth-gray.

"Natural magic is decreasing upwards, there may be situations on it, be careful."

He turned around and told Kahn that Kahn made the color of his skin nails as close as possible to the color of the wall, and then climbed to the top of the tower without smoke.

A few minutes later, they had climbed to the end of the tower and the road was smooth and no one noticed it.

Kasha escaped to the other side of the wall and said to Kahn: "It's an empty room without anyone inside."

"It's here." Kahn nodded, sank into the other side of the wall, and came to the room inside the factory.

As Kasha said, the room was empty, with only four huge buds growing from twisted branches on the ceiling above her head, emitting a faint light and serving as the lighting of the entire room.

The faint light reflected in the corner of the wall attracted Kahn's attention. Those were not the sharp edges of the trap crossbow arrows, but piles of crystal blocks built by the wall.

These things are a little strange, square, without any soul, and for some reason they do not possess any magic. Their existence is simply a blasphemy to the world, as if the people who made them managed to block their own essences and the essence of the basic materials, without a trace of them flowing into these blocks.

Kahn took a piece and put it in his hand to weigh it. Even the skin armor was not interested in it. This thing was neither life nor energy, so useless that it didn't even care about the void.

"Can these be the scraps that were added when the Yingliu Sect refined Kunlong?" Kasha suddenly remembered that Kunlong's volume would shrink sharply after being refined, and the color would become dark red and covered with black veins. The crystal in front of her was somewhat acquainted with the reverse-form Kunlong.

"It's very likely, but it should be called waste." Kahn gently put the crystal back and looked at another area of ​​the room.

The two trees embedded in the wall intertwined to form a steep arch leading to the next area. The trees as door frames have been drained by the rich shadows, natural magic, becoming ugly and hated the world.

The black roots and bark are as pale as corpses, and bare branches and thorns grow on the high walls of the trees, forming a long spear barrier against the invaders.
Chapter completed!