The moment he stepped out of the tent, the cold wind and fine snow brushed against his face, carrying the unique chill of the Northern Territory's late autumn.
Louis slightly tilted his head back, glancing at the gray and somber sky.
"...Less than three hours left." Several contingency plans flashed through his mind at lightning speed.
The defense perimeter has been completed, all kinds of traps are ready; the fuel for preheating and the magic explosion bullets have also been transported out, ready to ignite at the time of battle.
Everything was set according to the blueprint, so he wasn't in a panic.
Louis turned to Lambert and instructed, "Notify all the knights to assemble immediately, I have words to say."
In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire Knight Order lined up neatly on the open ground on the east side of the Red Tide Camp.
Louis stood on the makeshift high platform, his gaze sweeping over these knights he had trained himself.
