''So, it's there.'' Rocky said while his eyes gleamed cruelly. His gaze focused on an outpost 500 meters away. The wooden walls firmly stood around it, and there were four watchtowers with guards observing the area. Not only that, about 2 meters away from the wooden walls, there was a series of sharp stakes pointing toward a slanted angle up.
Just from a glance, Rocky could tell that the possibility of succeeding as attacking the outpost directly was very low.
Rocky and his fellows were lying on the snow's surface, carefully observing their target—a good spot where the demons on the watchtowers couldn't see them, especially with the heavy snowfall making it almost impossible.
At some point, they decided to retreat to a nearby place to discuss their plan before proceeding.
''What do we do now?'' a soldier asked.
Paul rubbed his chin while gazing at the outpost. It seemed like a plan was forming in his mind… or maybe not.
He turned his attention to the demon and said,
