Rise of the Horde

280 Chapter 28The unlucky fellows, tried as they might but they weren’t able to escape their fates as they were skewered by the spears that was pointed towards the sky. “Charge forward!” someone shouted among the crowd after the formation of the Drakhars stalled a bit after repelling the attack of their foes who made use of the walls to jump at their formation. The rallying cry worked as the Ereians no longer hesitated and they charged forward en masse while their foes were still yet to recover from the mess that they were in.

The Ereians crashed against the Drakhars who only had their shields to defend themselves at the moment and they got pushed back by the charge of their foes. “Recover! Push them back!” Khao’khen tried to organize the Drakhars who had their formation destroyed after their enemies plunged right into them. Their battle line was distorted, some of the Drakhars got pushed back deeper than the others leaving behind a hole in their formation which allowed their foes to pour right into their formation.

Khao’khen rushed forward to help the column that was struggling the most, “Pushed them back! PUSH!” he roared while giving it all his strength in pushing the Drakhar that was at the rearmost of the column that was being hard-pressed by their foes the most. With the hole in their formation, some Drakhars eventually fell after being struck by their flanks while trying to defend against the attacks from their front. “The chief needs help!” a Skallser who was close by hollered towards his fellow orcs and charged right through the wooden walls of a building. Some orcs even went to the upper floors of the buildings nearby then jumped through its windows or crashed through its walls to descend down upon their enemies.

The move of the Skallsers took the Ereians by surprise, the orcs ran through the buildings that they can ran through while some descended from up above which caused some to panic after suddenly having a huge muscle-packed creature standing beside him out of nowhere and staring at him with eyes filled with bloodlust. “Rak’ thara’sorah!” an orc roared before slamming his axe unto the face of the closest enemy and successfully shattering the head of the poor man into pieces, the result of his action frightened those who were close to him. The Ereians who were weaker than their peers distanced themselves from the orcs who were within their lines as they didn’t want to suffer the same fate as their ally who had his skull shattered.

The Skallsers roared in unison which caused the Ereians newfound hope to defeat their foes dwindle. Ereian skulls were shattered one after another as the powerful swings of the Skallsers were mostly aimed at the heads of their foes. Blood, skull fragments and brain juice went flying everywhere which caused the stomachs of those who were witnessing the carnage churn and some even outright passed out after being splattered with the brains of the one who was standing beside him.

These Ereians participated in many bloody battles already in their line of work and even done some cruel things to their victims but they have never been subjected to such violence before where heads would go splat and their foes were clearly aiming for the heads intending to burst their heads to fragments. With the help of the Skallsers, the Drakhars on the main street of the town finally managed to recover their formation but they suffered more than a quarter of their original numbers which left some columns lacking in strength and in turn weakened their formation.

The Skallsers were busting heads after heads and the battle that was going became a competition of the Skallsers on who would shatter the most heads. “Please…god…no…” a whimper came out of the mouth of an Ereian who was on the ground, his entire right arm was missing along with a portion of his shoulder after almost evading the swing of the orc who was clearly aiming for his head. The orc that was towering over him muttered some words which he didn’t understand, he knew that it must be something not good but what can he do but be thankful that the orc lowered his weapon and spared his head from being shattered. He laid down against the cold stones of the road while enduring the pain from his wound but then a huge foot pressed against his chest which squeeze the air out of his lungs and made his wounds bleed more profusely. “Haaaaaaaaaa...” he was struggling to get some into his lungs but the weight of the foot that was on his chest didn’t allow him to do so, his vision began to darken and after a few moments of desperately trying to maintain his consciousness, he passed out. The owner of the foot looked down and upon noticing that the guy that he stepped on passed out, he just shrugged his shoulders, ‘Not my fault that he was sleeping there’ he thought as he moved towards the closest enemy that he could find.

At one end of the battlefield that broke out along the streets, a group of Ereians were huddled together and around them were dead bodies of orcs, they were repelling the new orcs that just arrived. Their battle energies were flaring around their bodies but it didn’t give them much advantage as the pure brute strength of the orcs were enough to contest with their battle energies. They were just thankful that their foes didn’t possess battle energies just like them or else they would have been snuffed out long ago since with the physical strength of the orcs alone was enough to give them a lot of trouble, what more if they could also use battle energies just like them.

Skirmishes broke out all over the town and the sound of the battles reached the ears of Commander Lastam who was gathering his hounds and those who were obedient to him, at least for now. “They must be fighting against each other…Tss…Typical bandits.” He led his hounds and those who were with him towards the castle.

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