544 DXLIV. The High Castle (2/2)
About two hours passed and the drums of the warriors of the two Clans synchronized, punctuating the rhythm of the steps of the soldiers of the new Krypstorm alliance, who tirelessly and with the plan clear in their minds, marched non-stop under the Sun reflecting on the wet surface of the white snow.
After passing several mountains and hills and walking along a long flat stretch, they finally began to see something different on the horizon.
Imposing and regular-shaped walls sprang out of nowhere, taking advantage of the natural slope that from the plain gradually transformed the landscape into a rocky coast very similar to the one on which the Iron Emerald was still docked.
With the sea visible in the distance and the city of Klorr slowly taking shape before their eyes, Dag and the others felt the adrenaline flowing through their veins, knowing that the crucial moment was now upon them.
As already seen on the official map shown to him by Kranus, Dag immediately identified the forest to the west of the city, an indispensable part of their plan.
Beyond the walls, which were lower and looked less thick than those of Tungvek, two towers were clearly visible and seemed to touch the sky.
”Is that the building you were talking about?” Dag asked Bloodfang, already knowing the answer.
”Yes, that's it. Don't get any weird ideas in your boy's mind, stick to the plan” the Packmaster replied after learning from Dag's gaze that something suspicious was floating between his thoughts.
When Kranus and all the Masters leading the army changed direction slightly, turning west and heading towards the dense forest that stretched for miles to the sea, automatically and without warning, all soldiers followed their leaders.
The drums increasingly decreased the volume of their sounds until they completely silenced at the sight of the city and the soldiers' blood warmed, soaking themselves in fear, knowing that soon their lives would be hung by a thread.
”Soldiers! The moment of truth is coming! Don't be afraid, the mighty Ymir will lead our army and together with our new allies, we will emerge victorious from the city walls! Now, as we agreed this morning, the thirty men who accepted the assignment will head to the main entrance of the city and distract the enemy!” Kranus shouted, knowing that at that distance, no one from behind the walls could ever hear his voice.
Almost as if they had been ready for that moment all their lives long, thirty soldiers, not one more, not one less, detached themselves from the rest of the troops and began to march fearlessly towards the huge iron gates that stood in the middle of the city walls.