Before dusk, the wind rose in the northern canyon.
Louis stood on a high ground, gazing at the narrow roadway below.
"They are indeed taking this route," he murmured.
The scouts had already tracked the daily route of the Silver Plate caravan.
Departing in the evening, avoiding the official road, taking the small paths, making their way through the canyon.
This caravan was well-hidden, but he had uncovered it in advance.
On both sides of the canyon, traps like horse pits and rock slides had long been set up, marked with extreme subtlety.
Several igniting torches were concealed at strategic heights, ready to be used as a signal for gathering anytime.
The pathways on both ends were equipped with movable blocking obstacles. Once activated, it would trap the prey like a turtle in a jar.
Under the instructions, Lambert assembled thirty Red Tide Elite Iron Cavalry and fifty Official Knights, all battle-hardened.
"Try to keep them alive," was Louis's request.
