While Lynch was momentarily distracted, Zilvra had already taken down two snake-men. She approached slowly from downwind to avoid being detected by their sense of smell, and then, with lightning speed, thrust her thin sword up behind the opponent's neck into the snake-man's brain, giving it a vicious twist. This technique avoided most of the bones, so not a single sound was made; the snake-men didn't even have time to call for help, and when they fell to the ground, they didn't even realize they were dead.

Zilvra propped the two corpses against the wall, disguising them as if they were still on duty. She even placed the two snake-men close together, their heads touching, presenting an ambiguous scene. Lynch stifled a laugh, knowing that even if patrol soldiers saw these two snake-man guards standing still, they would not go forward to ask questions and embarrass themselves.

Zilvra picked up a handful of snow from the ground, placed it in her mouth, and then lightened her breathing. This way, she wouldn't exhale any visible white vapor in the cold weather. The closer she got to the largest building in the camp, the more cautious her movements became, each inch of movement thoughtfully considered. Lynch watched intently beside her, enveloping the entire camp with the Eye of Insight, silently standing guard for the Dark Elf. Especially when he detected any magic traps ahead, he would immediately use his magic to disarm them.

The largest building in the camp very much resembled a dwarf's steel helmet, with two enormous curved horns standing on the round roof. The door of the building was particularly large, even allowing hill giants to roam freely. If used as a leader's command room, it could mean only one thing: the builders hadn't considered windproof or insulation issues at all.

Zilvra was already pressed against the outside wall of that room, and to onlookers, it was just a snow trace. Because four strong snake-men were continually watching the entrance without relaxing for a second, slipping directly inside was practically impossible.

The Drow felt her chest, then blinked her eyes hard. Right before the eyes of the four snake-man guards, a small purple flame flickered. This was a special skill of the Dark Elf, capable of creating a heatless purple demon fire. Besides providing simple light, it had no offensive power and was merely for scaring purposes. But seizing the moment when the four snake-men focused their attention on the demon fire, Zilvra swiftly leaped behind them and entered the door.

Since the glow was fleeting, the guards only exchanged puzzled glances, each wondering if there was something wrong with their eyes.

There were no traps in front of the building, not even a simple alarm system. Only a few deep wheel ruts on the ground ran from the door to the under-construction tents. If there was any way to find out how the snake-men transported materials in this camp, it had to be inside this building. Because the high-level invisibility magic on the mage had not yet dissipated, Lynch swaggered directly into the "helmet" building.

He expected the large house to serve as a warehouse, likely filled with piles of timber and stones. To his surprise, upon entering, it was empty. Besides the bare walls, there was only a slightly elevated platform in the middle of the room, on which stood a quiet black obelisk.

This was Lynch's first time seeing the black statue reported by the rangers, and it seemed even larger than he imagined. Unlike the black crystal stone, this object's surface did not reflect any light but rather vaguely absorbed it. The ground around it was paved with a large bronze disc inscribed with many chaotic inscriptions.

Upon closer inspection, Lynch realized that these were not magic spells, but phrases like "Long live the Great Snake God" written in various racial scripts. Although the expression varied slightly across different cultures, the praise and worship were clear. Some of it was in a script Lynch didn't understand at all. In fact, he had never seen this script before. Even in the library of the All-Knowing Tower, there should be no relevant materials or records. Lynch immediately recorded this portion of information. Since they had been trying to uncover the secrets of the Great Snake's identity, the members of the Mage Association had already searched through all available materials, but to no avail. If these inscriptions were written by the Great Snake, they could significantly aid in unraveling the mystery.

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