547 DXLVII. Behind The Bars

Three of the men holding the shields on the front line began to turn them into ice and within seconds, the entire shield wall became an impenetrable, igloo-like fortress, whose only uncovered point was the one from which the arrows of allied archers came out.

"Fuck, archers! Don't be fooled! Fiery arrows, quick!" an enemy guard yelled, ordering his soldiers to use fire to melt the ice that enveloped the shields.

A moment after speaking, he too was struck by an arrow and fell from the walls, outwards.

Other archers rushed to the aid of their comrades who died unexpectedly and, as all of them dipped their arrowheads into the oil that would be set on fire a few seconds later, a lookout of the Lies Of Loki sounded the general alarm, ringing a small bell on one of the two observation towers.

*doon*doon*doon*

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"What's going on?! We're under attack! It comes from the main gate! Come on, we must hurry!" 

Beginning to run on the upper edges of the walls, the soldiers above Dag and the other warriors of the Claws Of Fenrir's heads, moved away to the front door to run to the aid of their comrades, as calculated.

Bloodfang, as soon as they began to move away from their patrol position, gave the signal to his right-hand man, which immediately returned to his human form and lowered towards the base of the wall, punching one of the exposed bricks.

Immediately, the brick entered the wall and after it, hundreds of more bricks did the same, activating a mechanism that in less than two seconds opened a wide circular gap.

"Oh! Oh oh!" Reidar exclaimed astonished, smiling and marveling at what he had just seen.

Dag and Bloodfang looked at each other for a few seconds with a look of understanding and the young Master implicitly congratulated him, not believing that the Claws Of Fenrir would be able to amaze him once again.

"Come on, let's go!" Thyrius said, snapping forward and joining his bodyguard in the hole in the wall, followed by his soldiers, Dag and Reidar.

When the last feral warrior entered the gap, it closed with the same opening speed, leaving no trace. 

"Wowo! This technology is amazing! How does that work? Where are the levers? How did you sync the bricks?!" Reidar continued, who absolutely wanted to know more, imagining that such a system would be incredibly useful at the Temple Of Orn.

"Fuck, Reidar! There's no time, let's move on!" Dag replied rudely, grabbing an arm of the archer that had been enchanted to watch what was behind the rotation of those bricks and pulling it forward.

An iron grate from which the light from the outside came sanctioned its end.

It was located at the top, above a small rock face less than two meters high, at which the ceiling also lowered, forcing the tallest of them to bend slightly forward to avoid banging their heads on the rocks.

Without the need for Bloodfang or Dag to give the order, all the soldiers who were with them made absolute silence, letting their leaders approach the grate.

Dag, intrigued, looked through the iron bars to see where they would come out, and to his amazement, he discovered that it led right in the middle of a road not very busy, but still inside the city.

"When we go out, you will have to follow us without hesitation. From here on, it will be less and less easy to walk without being noticed, because of our number. Our goal is a lever that is located on the right side of the big door, taking advantage of the distraction of the enemies, who are increasingly crowding the top of the walls to attack the Giants Of Ymir, who are playing their role" Bloodfang explained, knowing that from that moment on, they should have minimized the margin of error and that any distraction could have caused their death. 

"If something goes wrong, we won't be able to open the doors and the rest of the army won't be able to enter the city. In that case, we will all die or we will be taken hostage and subjected to unspeakable torture. Be ready to kill anyone who stands between us and our target" Dag added, who drew both of his weapons and prepared for battle.

Charged by that gesture, the Claws Of Fenrir were fomented and under Bloodfang's advice maintained their human form, knowing that in the form of werewolves they would not even be able to get out of that grate and would attract the attention of civilians prowling along the streets, who would then warn the guards.

Reidar unsealed the Failnaught from its leather bag and made sure the arrows in his fart were at hand, ready to be fired.

"It's time for truth, my fierce warriors! Remember what Lies Of Loki did to our Clan! Remember how many innocent people they killed! Let's get Klorr back! For Krypstorm!" Thyrius exclaimed aloud, acclaimed by his men, who approached the grate.

Bloodfang and his right-hand soldier grabbed the ends of the two bars that were anchored to the ground and with a strong gesture, they detached them from the rock with extreme ease.

After the two of them, some soldiers came out of the secret passage, quickly climbing to the surface and making a small leap to reach the exit and crawl outside.

Dag and Reidar, when it was their turn, after taking a deep breath, did the same.

The sunlight dazzled for a few seconds their eyes, which since they had crossed the forest, had been subjected to constant and growing darkness, which had become absolute within the tunnel traveled a few moments earlier.