“The very same,” he said.
“They must stretch for thousands of miles unbroken,” I said.
“They go all the way from the eastern to the western coast” he replied. “It’s like they’ve been placed there purposefully, to stop anyone making the journey we’re about to.”
Through a peculiar trick of light and distance, the mountains came no closer over the next three days. The road had continued through Tolfirth, unswerving from its direct heading to the north. It seemed like it was taking us to a place only it knew and I idly wondered if we could rely on it all the way to our destination. I would be sorry when it ended, since it added a good ten miles onto our daily progress.
On the fourth day, the mountains grew before us. It was like they’d been running from us up until now and they’d finally decided that they couldn’t escape our pursuit. I looked up at the magnificent and terrifying peaks, which rose thousands of feet into the air. The sky was a pristine blue above them and the haze we’d seen before was now clearly visible as a fog which clung to the slopes. I didn’t know what to expect from it. If it was an indication that the Northmen lived there, I had no idea how we’d be able to fight our way through.
I called a halt when we neared the foothills, so that I could study the land ahead. The Pyromancer trotted across on his horse to speak to me. “The mountains will be treacherous. I have heard there may be routes through.”
“Do you know the way?” I asked.
“Perhaps,” he replied enigmatically. “If the Northmen do not block my attempts to scry them out. Do not forget that I have not been across these mountains either.”
He left me there, staring towards the rocky foothills as I tried to forge my way into the future using willpower and nothing else. All I could see was the unknown. I had faced that enemy before on many occasions, but this time my foes were unlike anything I had come across before – they were powerful, malevolent and utterly different. Around me, I saw an expression on each man’s face, repeated throughout the whole of the Cohort – it was a determination to stand toe-to-toe with the Northmen and see who flinched first.
I shouted the order to march and on we went. It may be that the Northlands would see us destroyed, but I was certain of one thing – there’d be nothing that would break our resolve.
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
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