"Young Master, let me go and take a look." The assassin raised his hand to block the young warrior. He took a step forward into the snow towards the castle of ice and snow.
"What is there to be afraid of? With our capabilities, it will be easy for us to seize the castle and kill the puppets," the young warrior muttered.
"Young Master, it is still best to be careful," The level 7 sorcerer said to the young warrior, as if he was soothing a child.
The assassin stalked forward until he arrived at the base of the castle. They had yet to encounter any attack. In his heart, he secretly thought, "It looks like Young Master was correct. This castle does not have an owner. We have hit the jackpot!"
As he was having such thoughts, he had accidentally stepped on a tiny worm. The worm immediately bit a hole in his boot. It had almost managed to injure the assassin's toe. The metal thorn in the assassin's hands stabbed into the snow and pierced through the worm.
