Standing by the wall, Turs ran a hand over it. The rock face was extremely smooth, with undried lamp oil smeared across it, making it even harder to climb.
Moreover, within a hundred meters of the black bear statues, he could clearly feel a heavy pressure weighing on his body.
Observing the expressions of his subordinates, Turs gradually understood that the stronger a person was, the heavier the pressure imposed by these four black bear statues became.
Shaking his head and casting the stray thoughts from his mind, Turs turned around and conveyed his orders through hand signals. Then, leading from the front, he clenched his weapon between his teeth and forcefully drove his hands into the rock face, creating handholds for climbing.
Behind Turs, five High-Silver Warriors and sixteen Silver Intermediate Warriors each chose a spot and did the same, creating footholds as they climbed upward.
Seeing this, the remaining three Silver Intermediate Warriors began directing the soldiers to climb the smooth rock wall with their bare hands.
A hundred meters high—Turs climbed up in less than a minute. He silently killed six soldiers, reached a corner, and hid behind a low wall as he carefully observed the enemy.
Bang—
A sound came from behind them, and the silent night instantly erupted into turmoil.
Watching the Black Bear Pass defenders continuously gather, Turs turned back and said to the two hundred warriors who had climbed up, "Leave fifty men here to stand guard. The rest, follow me and seize the gate."
Two hundred pairs of eyes looked toward their brigade commander in unison, and they nodded solemnly.
One hundred and fifty men drew their longswords and followed Turs down the stairs, charging toward the lower levels of Black Bear Pass.
The remaining fifty killed all the Black Bear Pass