Kapitel 285: The Tigers of The North - Part 1

He ignored the questioning looks of his soldiers, and instead focused his gaze on the commanders that were observing him from a distance. Or at least, he knew that blonde man was a commander. He knew nought of the boy. How old was that boy, anyway? He looked far too young for the battlefield. Jok found himself frowning at the thought. A terrible feeling of wrongness. He moved with his men.

Beam returned to the fort, just in time to see the Yarmdon begin to move, heading South.

Strangely, the Stormfront men were less surprised that they were attacking from the South than the Yarmdon themselves were. In their eyes, it was the logical thing to do, the more effective way to stage an attack.

Despite thinking it logical, it did not stop them from looking particularly grim as it happened. The fortifications were the same pretty much the whole way around the encampment by now, since the building work had been completed to the North as well.