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"Drive them away." Lin Feng said succinctly, took his bow and arrow from his horse, drew the bow, and shot an arrow into the shadows inside the cave!

"Awooo—!" A painful howl and the sound of frantic running echoed from inside the cave. Immediately afterwards, three or four gray-black shadows darted out of the cave, growling, and quickly disappeared into the twilight and snowstorm.

"Go in, start a fire, and block the entrance." Lin Feng put away his bow and took the lead into the cave.

Soon, a fire was lit, using dry grass and rotten wood that were readily available in the cave.

After resting for a night, the group set off again the next day.

After walking about five miles, ahead, two steep, snow-covered, dark gray cliffs stood facing each other like giants, forming a narrow, deep chasm between them, which was the entrance to Wild Wolf Valley.

"Stick to the left cliff face, it's sheltered from the wind and the snow is shallower there," Lin Feng whispered, taking the lead into the valley.

The further you go in, the more complex the terrain becomes, with more and more forks in the road, like a maze.

"Stop." Lin Feng, who was walking in front, suddenly raised his hand and his sharp gaze swept across a bend in the road ahead that was half-hidden by several huge boulders.

Urna followed his gaze and, sure enough, in the shadows of the wind, snow, and rocks, she could vaguely see a faint reflection, different from the snow's glow—it was metal! Was it the tip of a knife, or an arrowhead?

It's Burte's sentries! They really did have people here! Look at their position, right at the throat of this hidden path.

Lin Feng gave Lao Gui a hand gesture. Lao Gui understood and, hugging the cliff face, silently climbed up a steep rock face on the left.

Lin Feng then gestured for Urna to lead the princess and the others to slowly retreat behind a protruding boulder for cover.

Time passed slowly, the wind howled, and snowflakes fell.

Behind the bend, a very faint "crack" sound, like an ice crystal breaking, suddenly came, followed by the dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground, and a short whimper that was tightly choked in the throat.

A glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes, and he leaped out of the snow like a cheetah, rushing to the bend in just a few steps!

Urna immediately followed, drawing her scimitar.

Just beyond the bend, two Black Wolf Guard sentries, dressed in white camouflage fur coats, were seen. One of them lay slumped in the snow, his throat slit, blood staining the snow red. He was dead.

The other one was strangled from behind by the old ghost with a thin, tough leather rope, pressed tightly against the rock wall, his eyes bulging out as he struggled in vain.

Lin Feng stepped forward, pressing his dagger against the surviving sentry's throat, and demanded in a low voice, "How many people? What's the mission? How do you contact them?"

The sentry's eyes were filled with fear, and he made a "hoarse" sound in his throat. Old Ghost loosened the leather rope slightly.

"Three... in a team... guarding this pass. If you see anyone suspicious... fire a signal arrow... to the west... three miles below 'Ghost Cry Rock'... temporary camp... twenty men... the leader is... is Halbala Centurion," the sentry said haltingly.

"Where is the signal arrow? What is the exact location of the camp? Who is the leader?" Lin Feng pressed, the tip of his dagger piercing his skin, drawing blood.

The sentry shivered, his gaze drifting to an inconspicuous snowdrift disguised as a tree branch in the snow beside him.

Old Gui immediately went over, dug through the snowdrift, and sure enough, there were three whistling arrows tied together with special whistles hidden inside.

Without hesitation, Lin Feng slashed his dagger and ended his life.

"Ghost Cry Rock... it's a dead end, surrounded by cliffs on three sides, with only one way in." The old ghost's face was solemn.

"Twenty people can't force their way through. If we take a detour, we'll have to go back five miles and take another fork in the road, which will add at least two hours to the journey, and the situation there is unknown."

"We can't retreat, there's not enough time," Lin Feng decided. "Before they realize the sentry's situation is serious, we'll sneak over. Old Ghost, you take some men, put on their fur coats, pretend to be changing shifts, approach the camp, and create chaos. Urna and I will sneak up the side cliff and take out the sentries and the leader with arrows. The rest of you wait for our signal. If you see the camp on fire or hear three long and two short hawk whistles, rush over immediately, steal horses, and run straight through the camp towards the Blackwater River. We'll follow."

The plan was bold and risky, but there was no other choice at the moment. Old Ghost and Agula changed into white camouflage fur coats and took the captured bow and arrows, along with the few whistling arrows.

"Be careful." The princess grasped Urna's hand, her voice weak but full of worry.

Urna smiled at her and squeezed her hand firmly: "Wait for us." Then she looked at Lin Feng. Lin Feng nodded slightly to her, their eyes met, and everything was understood without words.

"action."

Old Ghost, leading Agula, swaggered along the path towards Ghost Cry Rock.

Lin Feng and Wu Erna began climbing the cliff face.

Reaching the top of the cliff, the outline of Ghost Cry Rock was faintly visible below, with several tents pitched in a sheltered spot. About twenty Black Wolf Guards were scattered around the camp, some warming themselves by the fire, others patrolling.

Lin Feng and Wu Erna lay prone on the edge of the cliff, using a protruding rock for cover, took out their bows and arrows, and slowly drew back the bowstrings.

Just then, at the camp entrance, Old Ghost and Agula, dressed in white camouflage fur coats, swaggered past.

Suddenly, the old ghost slipped as if he had tripped over snow and fell forward. An inconspicuous leather bag flew out of his hand and hit a wooden stand with a copper kettle next to the fire!

"Bang!" The leather case exploded, spewing out a large cloud of pungent, grayish-white smoke! It was the poison smoke canister commonly used by scouts! The smoke instantly filled the air, enveloping the area around the fire!

"Cough cough! What is that?!"

"Enemy attack! It's poison gas!"

"Grab them!"

The camp was thrown into chaos! Several Black Wolf Guards near the fire were choked by the smoke and coughed violently, their vision blurred.

The leader, Harbala, was both shocked and enraged. He covered his mouth and nose as he backed away, drawing his scimitar and roaring, "Kill them!"

In that chaotic, lightning-fast moment, a bowstring twanged atop the cliff!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Two sharp arrows, like deadly lightning, shot precisely into the throats of the two dozing sentries at the edge of the smoke from two different angles! The two men collapsed to the ground without even uttering a sound.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Feng's second arrow was released, heading straight for the small leader in the smoke who was drawing his bow and trying to fight back!

The arrow pierced through the smoke and disappeared into the enemy's eye socket! The squad leader screamed and fell backward.

Urna's arrow arrived, its target another Black Wolf Guard who had just rushed out of the tent, the arrow piercing his heart.

"There are people on the cliff! Fire arrows! Fire arrows!" Halbala finally reacted and roared wildly.

The Black Wolf Guards frantically fired arrows towards the top of the cliff, but the smoke had not yet dissipated and their vision was obstructed, so most of the arrows struck the rocks.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Lao Gui and Agula rolled into the shadows of a nearby tent, overturned two braziers, and set fire to nearby debris. The fire, fanned by the wind, spread rapidly, igniting the tents and further destabilizing the camp.

"Get up!" Lin Feng shouted to Urna. The two stood up at the same time, no longer hiding, and fired arrows in rapid succession!