Lambert led twelve elite knights through the snow.
They took every step with extreme care, not daring to make a sound.
As they drew closer to the Ice-veined Giant Snake's lair, a suffocating pressure filled the air.
The giant snake's breathing echoed through the valley like low, rhythmic thunder.
Each breath carried a peculiar chill, lowering the temperature of the surrounding air a little further.
Its enormous body stirred faintly, as though it could sense the approaching threat even in its sleep, leaving them trembling with fear.
Suddenly, the faint crack of ice broke the valley's silence.
A young knight had stepped on a thin layer of ice. Under normal circumstances, the slight sound would have been almost imperceptible.
But in the stillness, it rang out as sharply as an alarm.
"Shh." Lambert immediately looked back, a trace of coldness in his eyes.
The knights instantly held their breath, as still as ice.
Only after confirming that the Ice-veined Giant Snake had not noticed the faint sound did Lambert give a slight nod, signaling for everyone to continue.
They slowly moved forward again, even more cautiously this time, every movement as light and silent as a ghost's.
The thirteen figures melted into the ice and snow like shadows, approaching the enormous Ice-veined Giant Snake.
Although they had slowed their steps to avoid making any noise, they were Elite Knights, and their pace was still several times faster than an ordinary person's.
Before long, they reached their assigned positions.
Lambert gave Louis a slight nod, indicating that everyone was ready.
At the distant mouth of the valley, Louis slowly lowered his hand. Like a horn sounding through the wind and snow, the signal instantly reached every knight's eyes.
"Throw!"
The thirteen knights moved almost simultaneously, their spears leaving their hands and