White Feather Canyon.
The wind howled past from the heights, stirring up fine dust.
On a concealed high ground, Yorn lay behind a rock, whispering to Louis beside him, "Boss... are you sure the Snow Swearers will pass through here?"
Today, they set off before dawn, bringing knights and soldiers, bypassing the main road, and entering this strategically complex canyon.
Then they busied themselves all day.
For instance, setting up barbed tripwire traps in the narrow passages, burying steel cables and iron hooks amidst the grass and rubble.
And on the high ground on both sides, they dug rockfall paths, securing boulders at the cliff tops, ready to roll down into the valley with a push.
Louis personally inspected every location, even arranging three escape routes.
They didn't want a fight to the death, but an ambush, ideally without casualties.
Even if something unexpected happened, they had to retreat safely.
