Guarding the city wall is not an easy task, and fatigue and loneliness are the soldiers' worst enemies. If you want to sit down and rest, you can't do it - the stones are cold, slippery and shiny, and most people who slip and fall break their necks.
But it is more dangerous if no one guards the city wall. Although there has been no war in Winnivas for a long time, there are very few guests, and most of them are businessmen. But people are not to take it lightly, because what these guys bring will cause riots in the city.
However, after entering the city, everything had nothing to do with the garrison team. As long as the city gates are locked, they can go to taverns and brothels together to spend the gold coins extorted from the caravans, leaving the stone walls full of mud and frost marks to the stretching snow-capped mountains in the distance.
"Don't listen to his nonsense." The dwarf held up a stone brick. "There are always hunters coming in and out of the city gate. They have a gap in the side door to go through."
"Then why didn't you take the side door?"
"The city is on lockdown, kid. Either wait outside for two hours, or get over it."
Uriel had no more excuses. At this moment, the three people were lying on the steep rocky wall, with their feet ten feet above the ground. He looked at the thin layer of yellow-green withered grass and dark-brown earth below, and was reluctant to imagine that part of his body would land on the ground when he fell.
Does the occult knowledge tell me how to climb over this wall? With a chisel?
In fact, the types of tools mercenaries carry with them are beyond imagination. The hooks and ropes were in the backpack, the rock chisels were sharpened, and even the leather wrapped around the soles of the shoes was rough and thick enough for a person to climb a vertical city wall.
However, even with all the tools, the apprentice has never done this before. He feels that this is simply risking his life.
"Are you scared?" York asked quietly from the side.
"I'm not very familiar with climbing." Uriel admitted that he didn't think he would be any better at these things than the more than 300-year-old mercenary in front of him. "Any tips?"
The light element thought for a while and said, "Keep your center of gravity stable and there will be no problem."
This is easy to say, but not easy to practice. Fortunately, magic enhanced his physical fitness and strength, otherwise Uriel would have fallen down several times.
"When you move one hand, make sure your body has more than three points of support. Don't think too much, and don't look down too often." York instructed when they passed a semi-raised stone wall. At the front is the dwarf, who has agile movements but is always hindered by his height; then there is York, the inhuman mercenary hanging on a thick rope, with the hook deeply embedded in the cracks of the bricks.
The apprentice was at the end, almost eighteen feet above the ground. This distance made him feel dizzy when he lowered his head. Uriel fell from a higher place when he was in Frostleaf Castle, but with the hindrance of magic power and the aftermath of Joey and Newell's battle, he was not seriously injured in the end. Now he doesn't think he still has such good luck.
The stone used to build the city wall is not steel rock, so it can be considered a mysterious material. These dark stones are rough and wet, with cracks and gravel attached. Uriel pressed his face against them and could almost feel the cold air stored inside.
After successfully changing his hand according to the method, the apprentice exhaled a puff of white smoke: "Much smoother."
"Use your legs to exert force." York reminded, "The gap at the top is a bit high, just move to the left."
"Thank you, you don't have to wait for me."
"I'm just a little tired."
Uriel looked above his head. He still had strength in his body. York should be more relaxed. A series of gravel hit the head, and the apprentice suddenly caught a glimpse of the orange-faced man's eyes distinguished by thick colors, which were moving aimlessly.
He was worried about his comrades in the mercenary group, Uriel understood. The gates of Venevoise City are closed. There may be a battlefield for adventurers and knights inside, or there may only be teams of patrolling guards. Knox's leader, Calder, was not afraid of any enemies at the Ring Level, but Joey confirmed that he was coming from the Sky Realm - he told them that the Knight Commander of the Glorious Council must be a mysterious creature from the Sky Realm.
Even if he wanted to comfort the other person, he wasn't sure that Joey would really help.
Things unfold in a direction no one knows. There is something attractive about the tunnels in the Morris Mountains, which has caused a lot of headaches for the Geological Bureau and the nobles. Now even the Glorious Parliament is joining in the fun. The mercenaries were not supposed to have anything to do with any of them, but fate never made sense.
Uriel saw York in a daze, "We'd better go up first -"
Halfway through his words, the light elemental warrior woke up. York smiled apologetically and signaled that he would no longer be in the way: "I'll let you pass -"
He only said half of what he said.
The sound of cracking stone bricks replaced all sounds, and more rubble fell. Uriel looked up hurriedly and saw a shadow falling straight down beside him. Without thinking, he stretched out his arms with all his strength and fixed the three supporting points with his greatest strength.
There was a clicking sound, Uriel grabbed the mercenary's wrist, and the safety ropes of the three people were immediately stretched straight. The dwarf had reached the top and hurriedly hugged the battlement. The apprentice's hook almost broke off a solid stone.
"Are you okay?" Painter lowered his head and shouted. When he didn't find a single guard on the wall, he let out a loud voice.
It's not that bad down there -
The dwarf thought it was the apprentice who had lost his footing, but what he saw was Uriel leaning dangerously half against the stone wall, while his other hand firmly grasped his companion. The hook was not completely loose. Painter did not expect that a mysterious person who had just lit the fire would have such great power.
"You caught me. You saved me!" York's face was full of surprise. He wasn't that scared.
Uriel breathed a sigh of relief and pulled the rope to hang him back on the wall. "Don't think too much, don't look down."
York choked.
When he reached the edge, Uriel's strength was almost exhausted. He struggled to climb over the battlements and saw Joey observing the city.
The messenger flew into the air just before they were about to climb. He said nothing and paid no attention to the mercenaries. Painter rushed up: "What's wrong with you?"
He confronted York, "You could have killed both of you if I hadn't climbed up."
"sorry--"
"I can't believe you even failed to climb the wall, you idiot!" Big Nose was very angry. "Calder is right, we shouldn't come to Winnie Watts, because we don't do anything but cause trouble." Not on."
Ever since Joey revealed the truth about Calder's arrangement, the two mercenaries have become anxious. York was okay, but Painter's temper was getting worse. The former is no longer joking on the road, but the latter is in a state like a volcano waiting to erupt, and it was only now that it found the opportunity to erupt.
The apprentice couldn't help but take a few steps back. The angry dwarf kept scolding York and kicked the gravel on the wall.
"I'm thinking about the leader." York whispered. "Many companions in the Clover Territory have already left, and now even Winnie Watts' team has problems. If this continues, what will happen to the mercenary group?"
The dwarf fell silent and snorted. "It's not your thing to worry about anyway."
"Yeah, it's not your team that lost."
Painter stared. "What did you say?!"
York said nothing.
"Say it again?" the dwarf roared fiercely, his beard trembling with anger. "Say it again, you bastard! Do you think I'm one of those aristocratic villains? Do you think I don't feel sorry for those children?"
Uriel saw his hand resting on the handle of the hammer and rushed to pull him away.
"Calm down, you can't argue at this time!"
The cold wind swept across the city, and Joey turned back and stared at them. He didn't show any impatience or annoyance, and he didn't say a word, but everyone who met his gaze felt a chill creeping into their heads like needles.
The young mercenary leader took a half step back and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not... I just..."
Seeing that the quarrel had subsided, the apprentice retreated to the messenger's side.
The gray and black interior walls are stained with scratches, and the silence is more stable than the magic of the Valley of Sleep. It seems to take root among people, spreading gloom and gloom. Occasionally there will be strong winds that make it difficult for people to see their feet clearly, but even without them, people may not be able to see their own hearts clearly.
"You don't understand anything, childish brat." He then let go of his hand, glanced at the gloomy expression of the orange-faced man, and walked down the city wall without looking back.
York looked away in frustration.
"You guys..." the apprentice tried to lighten the atmosphere, "he is worried about you."
"I'm sorry, I really appreciate your help." But the young mercenary captain interrupted him, and Uriel realized that no matter how much he showed optimism to comfort himself, he could not let go of those dead teammates in his heart. "Let's go down first."
