Finally back down the slopes, Vicol looked back warily to make sure that all traces had been removed. Seeing from afar that the patrolmen were turning back again, the snow crows sped up and crouched up the hill.

Since the high ground was easily exposed to the enemy's sight, Vikor fell to the ground and crawled forward slowly. Noticing that there were already many footprints in the area, he simply did not erase the traces of crawling. Finally on the edge of the heights, Vicol slowed down as much as he could, slightly pulling back his hood and looking into the distance.

A lot of soldiers...... The moment his eyes fell on the army, his heart trembled: he had never participated in a fierce battle at all, and he had never seen such a large formation. The first time he saw this army of 3,000 people, the snow crow's heart was shocked beyond his imagination.

It is said that the Eurasian army in the frozen wasteland numbered as many as 40,000 men...... Terrifying to think about, Snow Raven couldn't help but recall the rumor that had been widely circulated in the city: that the Eurasian army had been thawed, and now they had all turned into corruptors waiting for an opportunity. What makes this rumor even more credible is that an elf has not been heard from since he went to the Frozen Wasteland, and he arrived there just a few days after the beginning of Winter's Breath.

The elf seemed to be a friend of the pair of Aya...... Thinking back to the heroic deeds he had heard about the four of them, Vicol peered carefully at the enemy troops, rubbing the patterns on his pipe.

Turning his gaze, he finally found his target in the half-hidden gap in his hood: just as he had envisioned, two catapults were parked at the rear of the army, guarded by several men.

Looks like we'll have to find a way to get to the rear...... Feeling that the enemy was extremely heavily guarded, Vicol looked around nervously: judging by the patrol time of the two groups of enemies, if he returned from the same way now, he would definitely be noticed. When the time comes, once discovered, you will definitely not be able to escape.

But I can't waste time waiting for them to leave...... Considering that the enemy might also go up the hill to check, Vicol sighed in embarrassment: it seemed that he had no choice but to jump from this side.

Leaning out a little to look at the icy rock wall, he lowered his hood again, and slowly rotated his body parallel to the slope. Recalling the technique he had used to descend the highlands when he was an Orion, he took a deep breath and rolled straight down the slope with the strength of his waist.

In the process of falling, his body fell into the snow without any risk because it clung to the smooth ice. To make sure no one noticed, Vicol lay motionless in the snow and waited for about two minutes before continuing his move.

Despite being far away from the enemy, he was still worried that he would be exposed to the front of the army. Out of an abundance of caution, Vicol crawled forward, slowly rounding the extremely empty high-risk area, hiding behind a large rock. Leaning slightly from the side, he memorized the patrol routes of the other groups of soldiers, and thought about using his infiltration route: the patrols here were far denser than they had just been, and their sight was barely in sight. If you act rashly, you are likely to be planted here.

There are several rocks and shrubs to take advantage of...... Looking at the woods a hundred meters away, his gaze fell back to the nearest patrol group: if he wanted to remain undetected by the cross-sight of so many groups of enemies, he would have to calculate the approximate line of sight of everyone and choose when their eyes would not be focused on my side before acting. These bunkers had to be relied upon to divide the path into evenly sized sections, and it was necessary to think in advance which side of the rock to hide on in order to be effective—so many situations to consider, which could not help but give the snow crow a headache.

Suppressing his anxiety and uneasiness, the impatient Vicor lay there and carefully observed the established route of the four patrols, and memorized them all. In this boring process, he suddenly worried that the stunned soldier would wake up too soon: he couldn't grasp the severity of his actions, and he didn't know how long he would faint? In any case, it was best for him not to open his eyes for half an hour.

The years he spent as a hunter had taught Vicol a lot. In order to hunt an extremely vigilant snow deer, you must learn to use the terrain around you to hide yourself, make as little noise as possible – and most importantly, be patient to endure the long hibernation and waiting before finally releasing your arrows.

After quietly observing the patrol route of several groups of soldiers for two full laps, Vicor, who had memorized it, finally decided to go into action. Planning to take advantage of the cover of bushes and a few large rocks, he crawled sharply and quickly through several sections, and dodged into the bushes.

Sure enough, my prediction was accurate...... The road was easier than expected, and Vicol straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief: only once did someone suddenly look back at him while hiding beside a rock. At the time, he was nervous that he would be discovered, but at last he realized that it was nothing more than a false alarm—and the man quickly turned his head back and caught up with his companion.

After dodging the toughest stretch of the road, navigating the woods is much easier. Vicol sped briskly all the way to the end of the woods. Hiding sideways behind a cedar, he adjusted his breathing regularly and observed his surroundings again.

Taking advantage of the moment when the two squads of guards were patrolling with their backs to this side, he seized the opportunity to jump out of the woods and roll into the grass several times in quick succession. However, in the middle of the roll, he keenly sensed a cold gaze. The source of the sight did not seem to be the patrolman, so Vikor made an instant judgment and chose to roll over and accelerate into the grass instead of camouflaging on the spot.

Anxiously searching for the source of his gaze, Vicor felt a little uneasy: Could it be that he was a little suspicious because he was too nervous?

Maybe it was a corruptor who was staring at me just now...... The first reaction was that he was hiding in the woods, and Vicol looked closely, but found nothing unusual: that didn't mean anything. It's not easy to hide in the middle of a lush wood.

Forcing himself not to think about the possible Corruptor, Vicor looked at the two catapults and the many guards in close proximity. Pulling out the two bottles of fuel in his arms, the snow crow took a deep breath and threw them at the two catapults next to each other.

The glass bottle shattered immediately from the impact, and both catapults were soaked with fuel. Without giving the enemy time to save the enemy, Vicol drew his crossbow from his waist, wound the bolt coated with liquid explosives, and shot it without aiming.

The moment the bolt touched the trebuchet, a violent explosion swept through the flames and engulfed the entire wooden structure. Pleasantly surprised, Vicol pulled out another bottle of fuel and threw it at the flames again to intensify the explosion.

Looking at the enemy forces who were unable to extinguish the flames and were in disarray, Vicol was overjoyed to complete his mission. Pinching the badge around his neck, he quietly exited the bush.