Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

Lin Feng approached and brushed away the accumulated dust with his hand, revealing many inscriptions carved on the stone wall.

The footsteps grew closer, and the torchlight shone into the cave from the top of the steps.

"Defend! They're here!" Batu and Lynx turned around, swords in hand, and stood between Lin Feng and the stairs.

Lin Feng quickly examined the inscriptions and patterns, trying to memorize every detail. Then, he turned and scanned the surroundings of the cave.

My gaze fell upon the innermost corner of the cave, behind the dozens of solemn stone figures of scholars. There, the shadows were particularly heavy, and it seemed... there was an even smaller entrance, half-hidden by the figures of the stone figures? I hadn't noticed it before, drawn by the stone figures and the giant map.

"That way! Let's go!"

Lin Feng gave a low shout and charged towards that corner first. Batu and Lynx followed closely behind.

Sure enough, there was a crack in the stone wall, just big enough for one person to crawl through. It was pitch black inside, and no one knew where it led, but a faint breeze was escaping from it.

The shouts of the pursuers reached the entrance of the cave, and the firelight cast erratic shadows of the stone figures.

"Go in!" Lin Feng didn't hesitate, handing the torch to Batu and then bending down to squeeze into the narrow crevice. Batu and Lynx followed closely behind.

Behind them came the shouts and roars of pursuers rushing into the cave, as well as the ear-piercing sound of swords striking stone figures.

The crack was dark, narrow, and cold.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the crack suddenly widened, turning into an irregular little stone cave that was barely big enough for a person to squat down in. At the end of the cave, the crack continued to extend downwards, but there seemed to be a depression on the side at this point.

Lin Feng held the torch towards the crater. The torchlight dispelled the darkness and illuminated the bottom of the crater.

At the bottom of the pit was a thin, black piece with sharp edges.

Lin Feng carefully picked up the thin slice. It was icy cold to the touch and much heavier than he had expected, about the size of his palm.

It wasn't like copper, nor iron, nor any known metal. He tried scratching the edge with his fingernail, but it left no mark; instead, he felt a slight stinging sensation at his fingertip.

Are they fragments of tools left behind by the builders of the underground palace? Or... part of something the underground palace was originally meant to protect (or seal away)?

Without time to think, Lin Feng gripped the strange metal sheet tightly in his hand. The icy sensation spread along his arm, clearing his drowsy mind.

"Go! Keep going down!"

The three squeezed into the downward crevice again. This time, the crevice became relatively straight. After struggling forward for about fifteen minutes, a different kind of light finally appeared ahead—faint sunlight pierced through the crevice, mixed with fresh, cold air!

It's an export!

At the end of the crack, it was completely sealed off by dense, withered vines and snow. Lin Feng carefully used his short knife to cut through the vines and clear away the snow, and blinding sunlight and biting wind rushed in instantly.

They crawled out of the crevice and found themselves on a very secluded, snow-covered, steep slope on the back of Eagle's Beak Cliff.

They're out! They've made it out alive from that death trap!

"Guard, where are we going now?" Batu asked.

Lin Feng looked towards the direction of the Gray Fox Tribe's royal court. He wondered how Urna was doing. They had to reunite as soon as possible. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the edge of the metal fragment in his hand out of the corner of his eye.

He thought for a moment, then drew his spare dagger from his waist and lightly sliced ​​the blade with the thin edge of the blade.

There was almost no resistance.

A clear, smooth cut, nearly halfway deep, appeared on the blade of the short knife! And the edge of the fragment showed not even a trace of wear!

Lin Feng's pupils contracted sharply. Batu and Lynx also witnessed this scene and were dumbfounded.

"What...what the hell is this?" the lynx murmured.

Lin Feng remained silent, then picked up another hard stone from the ground and ran the thin edge of the blade across it again. The stone was cut open like tofu, with a smooth cut.

It can cut stone like mud! No, it can cut iron like mud! This is no ordinary metal! Could such a divine object be hidden in the underground palace?

A storm raged within him, but he quickly suppressed it.

Now is not the time to study this. He carefully wrapped the thin slice in a clean piece of leather and put it away close to his body. The value and significance of this thing may far exceed his imagination.

"Let's leave here first and go find Urna." Lin Feng stood up.

The three of them determined their direction, then supported each other as they trudged through the deep snow toward the royal court.

Unbeknownst to them, shortly after they left, several disheveled figures also escaped from the exit. Leading them was none other than Feng Kun, his face covered in dust, but his eyes burning with madness and resentment. He disappeared into the dense forest in the opposite direction, carrying the remnants of his "Iron Claw."

On a higher ridge, Su Xuanji, covered in snow and with a cold expression, saw Lin Feng and his two companions escape and also vaguely spotted Feng Kun's trail. She immediately turned and, with her subordinates, quietly departed as if she had never been there.

Iron Wall City.

Standing on the East Gate tower, Xu Tiande stood with his hand on his sword, staring at the muddy official road outside the city, trampled by carriages and pedestrians.

On the distant horizon, a few stumbling black dots finally appeared. The dots gradually increased in number and lengthened, eventually forming a group of about two hundred people.

At the front of the procession, Lin Feng, Wu Erna, and Su De rode side by side.

"Open the city gates! Welcome the garrison commander!" Xu Tiande's voice boomed as he waved his hand sharply.

The heavy city gates burst open with a roar. Xu Tiande took the lead, leading hundreds of riders out like a whirlwind to meet the procession on the official road.

"Brother Lin! Commander Urna! The brothers are all waiting for you!"

Lin Feng nodded to Xu Tiande and patted his strong arm forcefully: "Brother Xu, you've worked hard. Defending Iron Wall City is a great achievement." He then turned to Urna and Sude, "Enter the city first, then we'll discuss the rest."

The garrison headquarters, front hall.

Urna said, "The royal court has been captured. Batel was killed in battle by Sude, and his followers were either killed or captured, while the rest scattered. Now, within the royal court, the tribes that support the princess, such as the Suhe tribe, the Black Stone tribe, and the Gray Wolf tribe, have taken control of the situation. But..."

She paused, "Although Burte is dead, some of his remnants have fled into the deep mountains, posing a threat. Moreover, after this great chaos, the people of all tribes are filled with fear and panic, and they urgently need Your Highness's return to take charge and stabilize the situation."