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The old nanny and little Zhuoma followed closely behind. Little Zhuoma was at the very back. She turned around and pulled the screen that had fallen to the ground a little closer, barely covering the entrance to the hole, and then she also crawled inside.

The secret passage was narrow, steep, and extended downwards, filled with the smell of old dust and mold, and the air was murky.

Lin Feng carried the princess on his back with one hand and used a knife in the other to probe the way. Relying on his exceptional eyesight and memory, he groped his way forward in absolute darkness.

Behind them were the suppressed breathing and staggering footsteps of the old nanny and little Zhuoma.

I don't know how long I walked, but ahead I could faintly hear a cool breeze carrying the scent of grass and trees. I'm almost at the exit!

"There is light ahead!" Little Zhuoma whispered.

Sure enough, after turning a corner, a hole appeared ahead, barely big enough for one person to crawl out, hidden by vines and withered grass.

The faint moonlight and distant firelight shone through the cracks. This must be the underground area of ​​the abandoned hunter's cabin on the back mountain.

Lin Feng gestured to stop and carefully put the princess down. He drew his dagger, parted the vines at the cave entrance, and cautiously peered outside.

The hut had long since collapsed, leaving only ruins. All around were dense, snow-covered, withered trees, which appeared like ghostly shadows in the night.

In the distance, flames soared into the sky from the direction of the royal court, illuminating half the sky red, and the sounds of commotion could still be faintly heard even here. No one was visible for the time being.

"Safe. Come out." Lin Feng crawled out first, quickly scanned the surroundings, and only after confirming there were no ambushes did he turn back and pull the princess out. The old nanny and little Zhuoma also crawled out one after another, all three of them covered in dust and panting heavily.

The icy mountain wind instantly enveloped them. The princess, wearing only a thin fur coat, shivered from the cold, her teeth chattering.

Lin Feng immediately took off his dark brown leather armor and wrapped it around her without saying a word.

"No...you yourself..." the princess tried to refuse.

"Put them on!" Lin Feng's tone left no room for doubt, his gaze already fixed on the direction of the royal court.

The flames from the explosion were to the northeast, while the southern encampment area of ​​the Suhe tribe's tribute cavalry was on the other side. They needed to traverse a large part of the chaotic outer perimeter of the royal court to rendezvous with Urna and Sude.

"This way, stick to the foot of the mountain, and use the trees for cover." Lin Feng determined the direction, picked up the princess again, and led the way towards the designated meeting point. The old nanny and little Zhuoma gritted their teeth and followed.

They hadn't gone far when an even more intense, tidal wave of hoofbeats and shouts came from the direction of the royal court behind them! The torchlight stretched out in a continuous line, clearly indicating that a large contingent of cavalry had been mobilized and was rushing towards the explosion zone, while simultaneously... blocking off all the roads!

"Faster! Faster!" Lin Feng shouted, pushing off with his feet and speeding through the snow and rocks, yet his body remained steady, trying to minimize the jolts of the princess on his back.

The old nanny and little Zhuoma could only keep up by running.

Suddenly, a soft "crack" came from the woods ahead, as if a dry branch had snapped!

Lin Feng stopped abruptly, set the princess down, and pinned her behind a large, withered tree. Then, like a tiger hunting its prey, he silently pounced on the source of the sound! The dagger traced a cold, eerie arc in the moonlight!

"It's me!" A deliberately lowered but incredibly familiar female voice rang out urgently.

The dagger stopped abruptly just before it touched the opponent's throat.

Under the moonlight, a face covered in black ash, yet unable to conceal its heroic spirit, was none other than Urna!

Behind her followed two valiant warriors dressed in Suhe tribe attire.

"Ulna!" The princess peeked out from behind the tree, her face filled with surprise and delight.

"Princess!" Urna's eyes lit up with joy upon seeing the princess safe and sound, but this joy was quickly replaced by seriousness. "Lin Feng, how are you? What happened with the explosion?"

"Feng Kun made his move ahead of time, but the bomb missed and didn't hit the palace," Lin Feng said quickly, his gaze sweeping over Urna and the two people behind her. "Where's Su De? Has the backup been arranged?"

"Sud created chaos in the guest tent, attracting some of the guards. I brought five of my most reliable brothers to meet them, splitting into two groups. This is Agula and Bagen," Urna said.

"With the explosion, most of Berthe's Black Wolf Guards were transferred to the northeast, but several roads leading to Suhe's territory in the south were blocked, and the number of guards tripled. Our original route is no longer feasible."

"Are there any other routes?" Lin Feng asked.

Urna's gaze drifted deeper into the darker, more rugged snow-capped mountains, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Yes, but it's even more dangerous. After crossing the back of the mountain, there's a nearly abandoned path for herb gatherers that leads to a valley in the northwest of the Suhe tribe. But nobody walks that path in winter; the snow can be waist-deep."

"There is no other choice." Lin Feng glanced at the approaching torchlight and shouts behind him and said resolutely.

"Urna, you know the way, lead the way. Agula, Bagen, cover the rear, clean up any traces. Granny, Little Zhuoma, stay close to Urna. Princess, hold on tight to me."

There was no time to hesitate. Urna dashed towards the snow-capped mountains.

Lin Feng carried the princess on his back and followed closely behind. With the help of Agula and Bagen, the old nanny and little Zhuoma struggled to keep up.

Like a pack of wolves on the run, the group plunged headlong into the dark, cold, and treacherous snow-capped mountains.

At that moment, beside the ruins at the epicenter of the explosion, Burte rode a magnificent black horse, his face ashen, his eyes burning with mad fury, staring at the area before him, which had been blasted into a huge crater and was still burning fiercely.

This place was once one of his secret armories and a stronghold of the "Shadow Wolves," but now it has been reduced to ashes.

Feng Kun stood to the side, covered in soot and grime, half his face burned, his eyes filled with shock, anger, and disbelief: "No... the power is wrong... the direction is wrong... someone tampered with it? It detonated prematurely!"

"Useless trash!" Brte lashed out with his whip, leaving a deep bloody welt.

"This is what you meant by 'absolutely foolproof'?! This is what you meant by 'sending Uloran and those swine hounds to heaven'?! Now you've alerted them! If Uloran escapes, I'll skin you alive!"

Feng Kun bowed his head in pain, but his eyes flashed with resentment and a deeper unease. The explosion was premature, its power weakened, and its direction veered off course… Could it be an accident? Or had someone infiltrated the mine and sabotaged his plans? Who was it? The Yan people? Or… was there a traitor within the royal court?

"Search! Search every corner of the royal court! Especially the Bright Moon Palace! We need to find them alive or dead!" Burte roared at his men.

"Seal off all roads! Not a single bird is allowed to fly out within a hundred miles! Find Uloran!"

The Black Wolf Guards responded with a roar, and like an enraged swarm of bees, they scattered and rushed towards every corner of the royal court, and even towards the vast snow-covered mountains outside the court, shrouded in night and snow.

Lin Feng carried the princess on his back, walking in front. The princess lay on his back, her thick fur coat and armor covering her tightly, only her closed eyes and her blue, frostbitten profile were visible.

Urna, still weak, gradually fell behind. The old woman and little Zhuoma were practically being carried on either side of Agula and Bagen, struggling to move forward in the deep snow, their faces flushed red, barely able to breathe.

After struggling for an unknown amount of time, their vision suddenly opened up ahead! They finally stumbled and staggered to a relatively open slope covered with thick snow, and below the slope, the outline of a winding deep valley could be vaguely seen!

It's a valley! They actually crossed the snow-capped mountains and arrived at a valley northwest of the Suhe tribe!

After resting for a while, the group set off again.

Agula, who was leading the way to scout ahead, suddenly let out a short cry of surprise, abruptly lowered his body, and gestured – there's something ahead!

Everyone immediately hid behind the rocks on the snow slope. Lin Feng gently put the princess down, and together with Urna, they silently climbed to the top of the slope and looked down.

At the entrance of the valley, about a hundred paces away, a small camp was set up! There were seven or eight tents, dozens of warhorses, and hundreds of Di Rong soldiers in full armor and armed with weapons!