Free Web NovelChapter 605: This is perfect.
Together with food that was now placed at their feet with the words—
"You will get a lot more if you help us take his head."
And the Shadowstalkers, who only cared about their own survival all the time, agreed almost instantly and provided the Stormcallers with what they were best at.
Scouts who could move without leaving tracks, ropes and hooks that could be placed silently no matter where he was, and killers who could wait in snow for years without moving.
Of course, the Shadowstalkers alone were nowhere near enough, sure, they were excellent scouts, some of them were excellent killers too—
But the enemy was a Hero, if not a God, and their lives depended on it.
So the Stormcallers didn’t stop at just the Shadowstalkers, after them, they moved to the Ironblood Clan.
The Ironblood respected strength and order.
However, because both the Ironbloods and the Stonefangs were similar, their enmity was worse, the only reason the Ironbloods were even on their side was because the Stonefangs always resisted them.
Recruiting them was simple.
All the Stormcallers needed to say was that they would get to kill the Flying Man, who was currently known as the Strongest Man in the Heights and once the Flying Man was down, the next target would be the Stonefangs.
And the next instant—
The Ironblood Clan was hooked.
That was when the Stormcallers made them even surer with the rewards.
They were promised the weapons of the dead, something the Ironbloods agreed readily to and with that—
They sent a small, disciplined unit of fighters who could hold a line in a tight space.
After the Ironbloods, the Stormcallers moved even further, this time, they recruited the Frostveins.
The Frostveins were already on their side but despite that, they didn’t go to the Frostvein Leaders, those were a complicated group, they were too cautious.
So instead—
They gathered a few more easily deflectable Frostvein warriors and offered them rations now and mines later.
The warriors agreed, they didn’t exactly believe the Stormcallers at first, but the moment the Stormcallers offered food, their trust was built.
After all, they weren’t exactly in a position to ignore food either, plus these warriors had been wanting to wipe that smug look off Kael’s face ever since he appeared here.
They wanted to show him that being alone couldn’t face an entire army and there was a reason for that.
And that was it.
The Shadowstalkers, the Ironbloods, the Frostveins, and obviously the Stormcallers themselves, that was all they needed.
The plan was simple.
The group didn’t plan on striking at the Shore, the Shore was too open, it had too much space for the Flying Man to move and if there was one thing the Stormcallers had learned, it was that giving that monster space was a foolish decision.
So they thought of something else.
Instead of attacking the wide-open Shore, they would strike on the way.
The Traitor had already given them the route and from that route, they chose the most ideal place to ambush them.
A cliff-path that was like a scar in the mountain, one side was just rocks, the other was a drop into white mist so deep that falling meant death.
A place with old rope lines and iron hooks hammered into stone, a place where even the beasts had to slow down and walk in a single file. freewēbnoveℓ.com
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Of course, the Flying Man could fly away, the Stormcallers considered that as well, but they had a way to stop him.
Yes, they had planned the attack itself as well.
Their first goal was to create panic.
The Flying Man was moving with the Cindersteps, speed was their strongest suit, and to destroy that confidence.
They chose... three shock points.
Points where... bombs were planted.
Each bomb was placed where it would do the most damage, either at places where people usually stumbled into each other, where the panicked beasts rushed to, or at the edge of the cliff, close enough that a simple explosion would send tens of warriors down.
It wasn’t just that, the Stormcallers also prepared two bombs as air drops, ones they would drop from a hidden ledge higher than the path.
Once panic spread and the Flying Man realized he was being attacked, this would be the most vital moment.
The Cindersteps weren’t the target.
It was the Flying Man.
So the Stormcallers were going to ignore the Cindersteps and focus all their attention just on him.
That would be done by the Ironbloods, they would form a tight half-ring just to slow the Flying Man and while the Ironbloods held him down, the Shadowstalkers would strike, targeting his tendons, ankles, fingers, joints, the kind of attacks that were difficult to dodge.
And finally—
The last ones to move would be the Stormcallers themselves.
Once the Flying Man was busy fighting the enemies who had surrounded him and at the same time, protecting his own allies, they would hit him with the strongest artifacts the Cloaked Beings had given them.
Trapped at the edge of the cliff, with people he needed to protect and three forces attacking him from different angles—
It didn’t matter if the Flying Man was a God or not—
As long as he bled—
As long as he could be killed.
He... would be killed.
And the Stormcallers would make sure of that.
So with a strong plan, the Stormcallers moved, the first to make the move were the scouts, they still needed to make sure if the news was true or merely bait.
So the scouts checked both the ground and sky, looking for a hidden trap that might catch them off guard, they watched for patrol lines, fresh diggings, hidden warriors, strange movements in the clouds but—
Nothing.
There was nothing.
No possible ambush.
No traps.
No warnings.
And with that—
Their confidence rose.
It seemed like the Flying Man had gotten careless.
"This is perfect."
The Stormcaller Leader grinned.
