Chapter 197 The Iron Mountain Camp (1/2)
Right before they left the fort, Elder Naran stopped in his tracks, then turned to the gray-hairedyou can do about it?”
The man briefly furrowed his brow, then nodded ”I can provide us with so eyes,” he said ”It won't fool the Iron Mountain Elders, but their adepts and Masters should not easily see through it”
He i various spells on thethe appearance of each of thees he er, just different enough not to be easily recognizable
With soest effort for hiray hair turned black, the lines on his face disappeared, and his ja looked sharper
When he finished, there was a look of satisfaction on his artificially handsoh beneath it lay a hint of exhaustion ”The illusion should last through the night,” he said, ”provided none of us use too ic”
While the transfor as those Arran had seen froe — not to mention Crassus — he had to admit they were effective Where his coroup of Elders they were, they could now easily be mistaken for novices and adepts
Still, the coave Arran some pause Years earlier, Master Zhao had effortlessly used a disguise on hile to cast illusions that would last only a single night
Arran had no tiht, because with the illusions in place, they left at once
They were stopped twice on their way out of the caroup of strangers Both ti a sun-shaped badge, though Arran could tell that he was pleased with his subordinates' caution
Before long, they had left the camp and entered the e arh to provide theht, it would be difficult to spot them from a hundred paces away, much less the miles that lay between theht be Iron Mountain patrols about, those posed little threat to their group
Yet despite this relative safety, Arran's heart was aflutter with anxiousness — ht ahead warranted
”Nervous?” Brightblade asked, her voice low but cheery
”A bit”
”Don't worry, I'll keep you safe”
The reassuring grin she gave him did little to soothe Arran's nerves Instead, it made him realize why he felt uncoer, but that he was placing his life in the hands of others
He had spent the past year honing his strength, and there was soers to protect hi for it but to accept that for the task ahead, his own strength was laughably insufficient
They crossed the deserted lands at a jog, careful to take full advantage of the cover provided by the many shrubs and trees the area held
At about a mile from the enemy camp, Elder Naran suddenly halted, then raised his hand ”Stop!” he hissed in a quiet voice ”We wait here until the Waning Moon and the Iron Mountain begin their battle”
The others did as he said, silently taking cover in the surrounding growth Their plan wasn't a coh the Iron Mountain camp unseen, they needed their enemies' attention focused elsewhere