Twenty-odd miles away from Ice Rock City, a rudimentary yet organized camp had been established.
The camp was situated next to a small lake on a clear stretch of land, with the ground simply leveled.
Annoying shrubs had been completely deforested, but as they were recently soaked by heavy snow, they were too damp to be used as fuel right away. Instead, they were sharpened and stuck into the ground, forming a simple defensive fence.
A hundred fully-armed mercenaries patrolled around the camp, while inside the camp, there were dozens of even more well-equipped soldiers.
From their flag, one could tell these soldiers were from the private army of the Uman Clan.
In the center of the camp, a knight dressed in silver-grey armor was warming himself by a bonfire.
Without his helmet, his handsome young face was exposed. Blue eyes, black hair, thin lips tightly pressed together, all giving him an appearance of determination and composure.
