I'm not a Witcher anymore.

Chapter 171 He infiltrated

The night, like a heavy and enormous black velvet curtain, silently enveloped this wilderness that had just been baptized by blood and fire.

As the last rays of the setting sun were swallowed by the horizon, the distant camp belonging to Sigismund's army became the only source of light in the vast darkness.

Countless torches were lit and planted throughout the camp, casting shimmering light on the temporary camp at the edge of the woods.

The flickering firelight illuminated the tent tops and the drooping flags, making them look from a distance like a wounded yet ever-vigilant giant huddled in the darkness.

Zieg stood in the shadow of a grassy slope, his gaze fixed on the brightly lit military camp ahead.

It must be said that although Sigismund appeared as a villain in the original story, he was indeed a qualified commander.

Despite suffering a humiliating defeat during the day, which had driven morale to rock bottom, the army still demonstrated exceptional tactical skill when setting up camp.

Only a few hours have passed since the defeat, yet a simple defensive line encircling the entire camp has already taken shape.

They cut down pine and oak trees at the edge of the forest, sharpened the trunks, and then drove them into the ground one by one with mallets and the back of axes.

These wooden stakes were not neatly arranged; some even had branches that hadn't been completely cut off, but they were packed together densely, and...

The fallen tree trunks, the overturned trucks, and the hastily towed barricades still managed to create a crude defensive line outside the camp.

The cuts in the wood were still very fresh; in the firelight, you could even see resin slowly seeping out from the breaks. Besides the smells of gunpowder and blood, the air was also filled with a strong odor of raw sawdust.

In addition, the enemy also temporarily erected several makeshift watchtowers near several main entrances and exits.

Those lookout towers were high platforms made of trucks, logs, and wooden frames. They had no roofs, but were wide enough for sentries to see over the outer stakes and observe the activity around the camp.

Zieg squinted.

The rustling of the night wind through the grass was clearly audible to him, and the sound of sentries' armor rubbing together in the distance was also accurately captured.

Even so, when faced with the pitch-black night, one cannot see that far with just one's eyes.

The firelight inside the camp was so bright that it made the shadows around the camp appear even darker.

He could see the figures moving in the firelight, but he couldn't make out the details hidden in the shadows.

"It seems we'll need a little help to see things more clearly."

Zieg took a small, exquisite glass bottle out of his pouch.

It is "Prelude Cat".

Zig pulled out the cork, tilted his head back, and drank the cool, slightly bitter herbal liquid in one gulp.

grunt.

As the medicine slid down his throat, the world he saw changed in the next second.

The darkness, which was originally so thick it seemed to be impenetrable, was swiftly pulled away as if by an invisible hand.

In his view, the temporary observation tower that had been blurry was now as clear as a line drawing.

Even the corners of the trumpeter's eyes, twitching with sleepiness, were clearly visible.

"Three."

He took Shahbaz's bow from his back.

Immediately afterwards, he simultaneously tucked three arrows drawn from his quiver between his fingers.

His breathing became long and steady, as if he had become one with the surrounding night.

His eyes calmly locked onto the three targets on the watchtower, especially the soldier with a bugle slung across his shoulder.

Boom.

The bowstring trembled slightly.

Three dark figures disappeared into the night sky, leaving three deathly silent trails in the air.

On the lookout tower, just as the bugler was about to yawn, a sharp arrow pierced his open mouth, silencing the yawn and the possible alarm sound.

Next came two archers on the left and right.

The arrow pierced their thin leather armor without any resistance and precisely struck their hearts.

puff.

puff.

That was the dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The two bodies slid down the edge of the makeshift watchtower and crashed heavily onto the muddy ground below, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

What was that sound?

Not far below the watchtower, a five-man night patrol was passing by with torches.

The leading sergeant suddenly stopped, his armor rattling as he moved.

He turned his head warily toward the observation deck.

Although the two muffled thuds were not loud, they sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet night.

"It looks like something fell from the tower—" A soldier gripped his spear nervously, swallowing hard. "Could those guys have fallen asleep and dropped their shields?"

"Let's go take a look."

The sergeant frowned and ordered in a low voice, "Everyone, pay attention. Don't forget what happened during the day."

The soldiers dared not delay and carefully made their way toward the watchtower with torches in hand.

As they approached the shadows and, by the light of the fire, saw what was on the ground, everyone's pupils contracted sharply.

That's not a shield.

Instead, they were two corpses with twisted necks and arrows stuck in their chests.

"They are the enemy—"

The sergeant felt a chill run down his spine and opened his mouth to let out a roar that would wake the entire camp.

However, at that very moment...

A gust of wind blew out the torch in his hand without warning.

That wasn't a natural night breeze, but a swift and biting current.

Just before they discovered the body—

Outside the camp, Zig's figure flashed by.

Wind step!

A full 20 points of magic power evaporated.

The airflow instantly enveloped his legs, making him feel as light as if he had been freed from the earth's constraints.

No running start or climbing is required.

Facing the two-meter-high defensive line temporarily formed by pointed stakes and horizontal beams, Zieg simply touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body rose into the air lightly and gracefully, like a leaf swept up by a gale.

The deep blue velvet hunting suit fluttered in the wind, but fell silent the moment it hit the ground.

He silently crossed the rough defensive line and landed behind the patrol team.

The sergeant's roar was still stuck in his throat, only half a syllable coming out.

A flash of sword light burst forth in the darkness.

Languriza was drawn.

Zieg's movements were simple, direct, and incredibly fast.

The sword's edge sliced ​​through the air like a hot knife cutting through butter.

The sergeant's prized armor offered not even a second of resistance before being cleanly severed along with his neck.

The word "attack" was not uttered until his head began to slide off.

Then came the second person, the third person—

With the aid of Swift Step, Sieg's figure quickly became a blurry blue shadow.

He weaved among the soldiers, leaving a few fleeting flashes of cold light.

Puff, puff, puff.

Several soft thuds of people falling to the ground almost overlapped.

Five fully armed patrolmen were turned into corpses before they could even see the enemy's face.

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