If there is no so-called 'strategy,' then create one yourself. That is the spirit of the Amber Sword.
Brand took a deep breath and finally thought of a solution. If he couldn't perfectly complete the task, then abandoning pawns to save the chariot might not be a bad choice. He glanced to the side, calmed down, and cautiously retraced his steps.
Yet as soon as he exited the bushes, he first saw Faina looking at him pale-faced, as if he had done something utterly unforgivable.
"Being with you will shorten my life by at least ten years!" she glared at him and said.
"If that's all it takes to shorten your life by ten years, then soon you may just drop dead, who knows." Brand glanced at her and replied in this manner.
"Wha, what do you mean?"
"See that ruin? Soon, we'll use it as cover and sneak behind it. I checked carefully just now, and that's the most likely route. The others are basically a dead end."
