Rise of the Horde

Tash'arr in his big fire golem body, brought both his fists down on Xok'nath, who rolled away to safety awkwardly. Realizing that he missed his target, Tash'arr raised his right arm up and brought it down again, only for his target to back away a few steps to evade.

"This isn't right! This is not an honorable battle! You are using your shamanic powers against me! You have no honor! Dispel your shamanic body and fight me like a proper warrior." Xok'nath muttered as he regained his footing after taking many steps back in a hurry to avoid being pounded by the huge arms of Tash'arr.

"Honor!?...Bah! Don't make me laugh. You have no honor, nor do you know honor. What you did to my brother... isn't what a true warrior would do. You have stripped yourself of your honor and betrayed your own kind. You are no orc! Just a power hungry bastard!" Tash'arr shouted as he brought his enormous left foot forward and sent Xok'nath soaring in the air.

"Ahck!" Xok'nath grimaced in pain as he landed heavily on his back. Pain was assaulting from every inch of his body and he could smell the scent of burnt flesh originating from his chest that was just kicked by Tash'arr.

"What are you waiting for!? Come out now and slaughter them all! Leave none alive!" Xok'nath shouted towards his tribesmen. The Skalsser orcs stared at each other in confusion, unsure of what did their current chieftain meant by his words.

"Watch your backs! Any suspicious movements shall be rewarded with your weapons!" Gur'kan bellowed, as he was wary of what was about to unfold. The mere mentioning of the demons has him on the edge as he doesn't want to engage against those mindless beasts again. Their pawns know no pain as they would crawl and keep on attacking until their life is totally extinguished.

Tash'arr stared at his tribesmen as he also was wary of Xok'nath's words. Demons have always been sly, great at manipulation and blending themselves to their surroundings.

Gur'kan was busy looking around and trying to figure out who was Xok'nath talking to. A few moments passed with all orcs having their eyes filled with wariness as they stared at the closest one to them, ready to strike them down if necessary.

There he saw it, hundreds of Skalsser orcs jumping up tens of meters into the air, which was totally impossible for normal orcs to do. They climbed the huge body of Tash'arr and started tearing it apart with their bare hands. The hundreds of Skalsser orcs didn't even flinch as they touched the hot melted parts of Tash'arr's body, which were blazing hot with flames.

Green glowing veins started to emerge from the body of the Skalsser orcs who assaulted Tash'arr. It started from their chest then spread out to their entire bodies. A bloody red haze appeared in their eyes as they howled towards the air with a voice that was not of this world. They sounded like hungry beasts that were starved for many days.

"What the..." Gur'kan muttered, but his words were cut short as he rolled away to evade the Skalsser orc that just pounced on him. He and his assaulter rolled on the ground a few times. The Skalsser orc exuded an aura that caused Gur'kan to feel uncomfortable. He felt like something was trying to invade his body from the outside. It was like many squirming worms that can't be seen that were trying to break into his skin.

Focusing all his strength on his arms, Gur'kan held the demonic orc at bay who was attempting to bite him with its saliva filled mouth. Slowly, he moved his legs under the body of the orc and with a kick; he threw his foe overhead and sent it crashing down against the Fifth Warband. The craze orc earned a warm welcome from the Yurakks as many swords stabbed him in different places.

"Grr... Grr... Grr..." the orc was uttering sounds with his throat which unnerved the Yurakks but then the strange sounds were replaced by a gurgling sound as a Yurakk stepped forward and slit his throat.

Tash'arr was busy grabbing the numerous demonic orcs that were tearing his body apart. Rocks, soil, and even molten lava fell down on the ground. Shaking his huge body, Tash'arr shook off most of the crazy orcs, but some still stubbornly clung to his body, which he swatted away and squashed with his enormous palms.

"Battle formations! Take them down!"

"Yurakks! Torhterra!"

"Rakshas! Form up!"

Gur'kan rapidly fired off his commands as his warriors were quick to form up and executed his commands. The rest of the Skalsser orcs, who were confused about what was unfolding in front of them, brandished their weapons and charged at their tribesmen who have fallen to the dark side.

"Hahahaha! None of you will leave this place alive! My master is about to arrive! Hahahaha!" Xok'nath loudly proclaimed as he watch the chaos that was happening in front of his eyes. The blood that were being splattered on the grasses, the limbs that sail to the air for a few moments before falling on the ground with a soft thud as their owners howl in pain and the heads that rolled on the ground, either sliced off clean from the neck or forcefully torn away.

"I should have known... You were the one giving Marduk all those information about our tribe. That sly bastard knew when to attack, when not to, thanks to you. Many of our tribesmen were taken by him to be living sacrifices and you are the lunatic who sided with him. What for!? For power!? For strength!? All of it is pointless if it isn't your own and just borrowed." Tash'arr shook his head as he angrily stomped to death all of his fallen tribesmen who were attempting to climb on his body again.

Tash'arr looked up to the skies after his angry stomping. Deep craters were formed after he was done with his outburst. And in those craters were his fallen tribesmen, who were squashed to meat-paste as the scent of burnt meat permeated the air.