Any general could recognize this place as a perfect ambush spot.
But Ackman laughed, he had long expected Louis to play this way.
He stared at the eerily silent snowfield, his eyes glinting with a hunter's cold gaze: "Louis Calvin, did you think I would step into your magic burst trap? Using those explosive alchemy toys, who can you kill?"
Behind him stood the Black Steel Knights of the Seventeenth Legion, three thousand fully armored heavy knights like a pressing iron-colored tsunami.
The snow fell on their armor, but was instantly evaporated into white mist by fighting energy.
"All troops, hear my command! Slave cavalry advance!" Ackman snapped his whip.
A hundred Barbarian Race light cavalry charged into the pass like unleashed wild dogs, roaring.
A few moments later…
"Boom! Boom, boom!"
The accumulated snow exploded, with fire and blood mist mixed together, tossing over a dozen Barbarian Race riders and horses into the air.
