Rise of the Horde

Lishtal quickly rolled to one side and narrowly evaded the strike that was clearly meant for him, the sound of explosion came quickly after the hammers of the baron landed on the ground sending dust and shrapnel of rocks flying everywhere. “This is totally crazy…” Lishtal’s eyes were shaking in fear as he saw the crater that was created by the attack of their foe, ‘If that hit me squarely… I would surely explode to pieces’ he thought and his knees trembled upon imagining such a thing. The elites of the hounds thought that they would be enough to contain the baron but they were gravely mistaken as he had already taken out a dozen of them with almost every single one of his victims left with no intact corpse as his strikes were too powerful and too brutal that everything that his hammers would squarely hit would burst.

The baron made his way out of the crater after realizing that he missed his target, the dust settled at the same time that he made his way out of the pit. His figure covered in blood, pieces of flesh and dirt from head to toe, his hammers bathed in blood and his many wounds bleeding accompanied by the powerful presence of his aura made him looked like an Asura of the legends who was more frightening than the orcs. Baron Masud scanned his surroundings with exciting literally written all over his face which made those who met his eyes flinch in fear, he could literally make out some of the words that they are saying like devil and demon or something along those lines but he didn’t care, “Who’s next?”

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Khao’khen was leading at the front of his warriors and as soon as he spotted a group of armed humans headed their way, “Drakhars! Spears forward!” and the Drakhars quickly tightened their formation and their pace quickly slowed down. “Yakuh lead a group of your clansmen to the left and flank them! Ikrah! Pelko! Lead the wargs to the right!” Khao’khen rapidly gave out commands while blending in with the formation of the Drakhars.

Those who were chased away by Baron Masud were shocked to see an opposition that was blocking their way which prompted them to slow down. The ones who were faster than the others in running away from the crazy baron were blocking the path as they didn’t want to engage with the new arrivals. The stance of the new arrivals were clear, they are here to fight which put them on a tight spot and death seemed to playing a joke on them since they just escaped his clutches but here he is now again, it seems like death was really determine to welcome them in his embrace.

The inevitable happened as those who escaped from the deadly hammers of the baron crashed against the formation of the Drakhars since it was too late for them to turn back after seeing a pack of giant wolves at one of their flanks while a group of orcs were on the other side. “Charge!” someone tried to incite them to go ahead and attack which is what they did since they were left with no choice, all their paths were block.

Khao’khen thrusted his weapon forward and pierced through two enemies at once, he grabbed the spear which originally belong to a member of the Drakhars but sadly fell in battle and lifted it up while the bodies of his victim were still on his weapon. He could clearly feel that the shaft of the spear threatening to snap in two, with a flick of his wrist, he threw his two victims towards the formation of their enemies and thankfully his weapon didn’t break. Along with the Drakhars, they systematically massacred their foes albeit in a slower pace than how the Skallsers were doing.

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It was an all-out brawl in the streets of the town as more and more buildings were turn into ruins by the orcs who deemed the structures a nuisance in the fights as they brought them down whenever they can to get to their new targets as soon as possible. After having their vengeance, the wargs now listened to the commands of their handlers and fought alongside them. Ikrah and Pelko were protected on all sides by the wargs as they dove right in into the formation of their foes along with the other warg riders. Depending on the situation, they would mount their trusty steeds or they would fight on foot beside them.

The captives who were at the rear were hesitating if they should try and make a run for it while their captors were busy or just stay put. Adhalia who was hanging at the rear noticed the shifty eyes of the prisoners, “Go ahead… Make a run for it, but be sure that you can outrun them.” She pointed towards the ogres who were literally just standing there. Upon being reminded about the ogres who were watching them, the prisoners shivered at the thought of being stepped on by those enormous creatures and being turned into meat paste and the more so they shivered after hearing the sound of agony from the limbless person who was being carried by some of them.

The battle became even more chaotic after those who had awakened their battle energies joined the fray after realizing that they won’t be able to sit this one out. Equipped with their power, they confidently engaged the orcs who didn’t show any signs of possessing the same ability as them. Strong as they might, they are but just normal and not a serious threat but as soon as they experience the power behind the strikes of the orcs, they realized that they were gravely mistaken. “How strong are these guys…sh*t..” someone complained after he had both his hands go numb after parrying the attack of an orc, he had already made use of his battle energy but he was still overpowered.

Just with pure strength and brute force, all those who were considered to be powerful warriors by the Ereians who possessed powers above the Third Realm of Power were turned to regular warriors by the orcs as their battle energies weren’t enough to contest against the might of the orcs. The only advantage that those who had awaken their battle energies against the orcs was a passive armor to negate weaker attacks and the ability to send out blade energies to take their foes by surprise in a distance.

The Ereians realized that they were clearly no match against the orcs when it comes to head on confrontations which is why they started kiting them around while raining down upon blade energies one after the other even though many of them were parried by their foes. It was one messy fight, the Skallsers were doing everything that they can to get close to their enemies but it was hopeless. The Ereians who had awakened their battle energies would just sprint away or make use of their companions as shields to get away from them and the head on clash turned into a chase with many more buildings collapsing as the orcs would crash through its walls to chase after their escaping preys.

Realizing that the efforts of the Skallsers would be futile, Khao’khen commanded for the ogres to step in as to put a quicker end to the fight. The Drakhars retreated and opened up a path in their formation as quickly as possible for the ogres to pass through since they don’t want to be accidentally stepped on by their allies who clearly wouldn’t mind doing so if they are in their way.

As Khao’khen had wanted, the battle was quickly brought to an end with the aid of the ogres but he can’t help but feel annoyed by the cost of it. There was almost no more standing building in the immediate vicinity after the ogres chased after the Ereians who were fleeing from the orcs.