Rise of the Horde

The attacks landed harmlessly against Gur’kan’s shield as they produced some harsh metal clanks, he then shoved his sword to stabbed the unlucky fellow who was within his reach when a spearhead nearly hit him in the neck as it went through the gap of the shield between him and the ones standing beside him. He eyed the one who thrusted the spear forward and wanted to get closer to him to retaliate but then maybe out of fear, the one holding the spear hurriedly pulled back his weapon which in coincidence also was the same moment when Gur’kan pulled back his sword from the one he just stabbed. A grunt of pain escaped the lips of Gur’kan as the edge of the spearhead left a gash on his arm, he was angrily looking at the wielder of the weapon but he can’t retaliate immediately as his target was hiding behind someone else and he still has to repel the attacks that were coming towards him nonstop.

Khao’khen shouted towards his warriors to try and encircle their foes as they had the advantage in numbers and the Yurakks at the rearmost of their formations began spreading out towards the flanks. The four square-ish formation of the orcs slowly changed as the orcs began to spread out and they were now forming a semi-circle trying to swallow the enemies in the center. Khao’khen’s gaze never left the strongest of their foes and as the Yurakks began shifting their formation, those who he were keeping an eye on made a move. Four of them divided themselves equally as they headed towards the flanks to try and repel the orcs from completing whatever they were up to but the strongest of them still remained at the rear as he closely guarded the one sending out the fireballs towards his warriors and sometimes also at him.

Drae’ghanna up in the sky was observing the situation down below despite her vision clearly being impacted by the distance but she could still make out who are the enemies and who are her allies as the established battleline of the Yurakks can be clearly observed by her from up above. She commanded Akwilah to fly lower as she wanted to provide support from the air but another yellowish blade emerged from the enemy army which was heading towards her. Drae’ghanna hastily chanted the spell for Flame Spear and sent it towards the blade that was made of battle energy despite her spell being weakened as she had to finish it quickly or else the attack would land on Akwilah squarely.

The clash between the Flame Spear and the blade made out of battle energy caused a loud explosion in the skies and the sparks following the confrontation of the two attacks was like a beautiful fireworks but no one was there to appreciate the phenomenon as after taking a quick glimpse at the skied, the combatants on the ground shifted back their gaze on the foe that was directly in front of them. Drae’ghanna and Akwilah were too close to the point of impact between the two attacks which cause them some damage, blood was trickling down the lips of Drae’ghanna as the shockwave between the two attacks hit her hard but her summon took most of the brunt as wounds of varying degrees now covered its body and is dripping from all over the place. Akwilah’s flying was unsteady and Drae’ghanna felt that her summon really needed to rest or else she would lose contact with it just like her other summon if it dies. Knowing the consequence of forcing her summon to endure the damage that it just suffered, she commanded it to fly down close to the ground but far away from the battlefield.

“Finally got rid of that bastard…” Varus snorted as he had been on guard all the time for their foe in the sky which is why he was still yet to join the fray properly. He patiently waited and his patience was rewarded as he finally managed to get rid of that flying creature and prevented it from further harassing them from the skies.

“How are you doing?” he turned his head towards the young Malik who was sending out fireballs rapidly with some fire arrows in the mix towards their foes. He was surprised at first as the young mage seemed to have unlimited mana suddenly as he fired spells one after another in succession without signs of letting up but when he saw the merchant the box of mana potions that were empty below his feet, he finally understood how Malik suddenly turned stronger. He knew that even if he was stronger than Malik by a large margin but with the help of the mana potions, it would be one tough fight even for him.

“Don’t overdraft yourself with mana or you’ll suffer the consequences.” He reminded him as he knew that a mana overdraft would cause a mage’s advancement much harder as their mana veins would be damaged by the overdraft which would weaken the flow of mana in their mana making it harder for them to accumulate mana.

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“I know captain which is why I am quickly exhausting the excess mana in my body to prevent an overdraft.” Malik managed to squeeze out a reply in between his chanting as he maintained the barrage of spells upon their enemies. His attacks might only be composed of low tiered spells but against foes who doesn’t even have an ounce of battle energy in their bodies nor able to cast the basic barrier to render low tiered spells useless, his attacks were enough to make their enemies suffer. Malik focused on quantity rather than quality of spells as he had to suppressed the advancement of their foes from different locations at the same time or else he’ll be left vulnerable if those savage orcs would get him within their range as he was sure that even with a magic barrier concentrated on himself only wouldn’t be enough to take head on the full strike of the orc and there wasn’t only a single orc trying to make his way towards him as there were a lot of them as they realized he was such a nuisance to them as the battle continues.

“Provide me more mana potions if you have more of them.” Malik shouted towards the merchant who provided him with the mana potions as he was running out of mana once again. Luckily he was a talented mage and still young which is why his mental strength was higher than normal or else he might have been exhausted mentally already as in order for a mage to cast spells, he doesn’t just need mana but also mental strength.

“You know that mana potions as rare and expensive, I only have a few left” the merchant replied with a displeased voice as he was still pained by the massive lost of his wealth by providing those mana potions. He was thinking inside his head that such valuable items would be a hot commodity anywhere and sometimes would even fetch higher prices if sold through special circumstances. He could also use it to gain the favors of some powerful individuals which would make his business much easier to thrive but now, it’s almost all gone and the young mage was requesting for more.

“You choose, your wealth or your life!?” Varus shouted in annoyance as he saw more of his member dying at the hands of their foes.

“If we lose the support of Malik, we the Blade Crows will withdraw from this battle and let you deal with those savages by yourselves.” Varus threatened as he was annoyed by the merchant who was still thinking of his wealth in such a dire situation.