Rise of the Horde

As light was about to begin its reign after darkness, the loud howl of horns among the camp of the orcish tribes woke up those who were able to have some rest and alerted those who were yet supposed to rest that they were needed.

Var’bukk opened his eyes wide and grasped the handle of his great sword and stormed out of his tent. The smell of war flowed from far away and the silhouettes of their foes forming their battleline appeared by the hills to their northwest.

The war drums of the orcs began thundering as the assembled orcs finished forming a battleline of their own albeit it looked more like a messy crowd instead of a proper battleline. Var’bukk didn’t care about anything else but to slaughter all those that he can get his hands on just like the previous days. He was the son of Sarod, Chieftain of the Raging Bear Tribe and the chosen heir of his father, he had already proven his strength his tribesmen and allies for now of his strength and prowess in combat in the previous clashes with the pinkskins who dared to set their foot on their lands.

Var’bukk had his own warband to lead into battle, warriors with numbers more than half a thousand with most from his tribe while the others followed after him after witnessing his strength in combat. “They would surely aim for you again, Var’bukk… You gave their commander quite a fright during the last clash and I am sure that he would seek vengeance for it…” A big bald brownish orc came by the side of the young Var’bukk.

“Hah… Don’t worry… I’ll make sure to show them that the son of Sarod is not an easy target.” Var’bukk replied with a grin on his face to which Gra’khlak responded with a small chuckle, “Just like before… You have to get more kills for me to allow you to marry my daughter…” the old but powerful orc continued.

“I’ll make Dura proud of me!” Var’bukk declared as he tightened his grip upon his weapon. Gra’khlak, Chieftain of the Serkenn Tribe smiled upon the thought of his daughter being married to a powerful orc and he was sure that she would have a great life with him.

The battle horns then sounded for the advance and the orcish army began moving towards the pinksins’ army while they did the same. After clashing with them numerous times already, the orcish commanders finally grew wiser and had their warriors advance forward at a normal face and would only break out in their mad sprint when their foes were already close enough to them to reserve their stamina for the real fight.

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Var’bukk bade his goodbye to Gra’khlak after proclaiming that he would kill more enemies than him with his weapon than him.

The sound of arrows whistling through the sky prompted the advancing orcs to slow down with their march as they prepared to defend themselves from the incoming missiles. Just like the previous battles, the elves who allied with the pinksins would always unleash a few volleys of arrows before retreating away from the battlefield and refused to take part in any form of melee with the orcs, not that they were scared of the brutes but because they find it below them to fight face to face with them.

Albeit equipped with bigger and more powerful bows than the pinksins, the elves weren’t able to much damage against the orcs. Any orc would be able to still fight despite having a few arrows lodge in his body for as long as it didn’t hit his or her vital parts.

After the volley of arrows, the two sides finally clash against each other with the orcs easily penetrating the first five lines of the Threian battleline with the sheer power of their charge. The chaotic melee followed with the orcs having a slight advantage as they threw the battleline of their foes into a mess.

Orcish warriors began pouring in inside the battleline of the Threians but the pinkskins soon managed to stabilized their line and began to counter-attack. Despite the strength of an orc, a few men working together would be able to contest against his strength when it comes to shoving and pushing and with more weapons hitting him at the same time, an orc would have a hard time defending himself.

Var’bukk was at the left most flank of their army and was doing quick work of their foes with his combat prowess and with the aid of his own warband who remained close to him in the thick of the battle, he was unafraid to dive deeper into enemy lines as he knew that his warband would follow after him and would do their absolute best to prevent him from being surrounded. Each swing of Var’bukk’s weapon would take out two or more enemies at once and most of them didn’t die from the sharpness of his blade but by the blunt force of his weapon which carried his entire strength in most of his wings. Some unlucky pinksins even had their heads or torsos exploded into a gory mess after suffering the full force of his strikes alone.