Rise of the Horde

The Fourth Squad of Verakhs discovered where the animal feed were stored at. "Will you look at that... Very fine stallions..." Bakrah muttered as he stared at the stallions that pulled the carriages of the two Barons.

"Don't even think about it..." Kroth warned as he gave Bakrah a stern gaze. Just looking at the face of his younger brother, he knew that he was up to no good. "Patrols... Hide..." Kroth warned his members as he heard the idle chatter of the Ereians coming their way, and judging by the sound of their footsteps that produces a clinking noise, he was sure that they were soldiers.

Kroth dived into the haystack with two more of his members as they covered themselves with the straw. Two of them went under the first luxurious carriage while the other two hid underneath the second one. Bakrah looked around to find a suitable spot to hide but he can't find a good place to insert himself into. He was in a dilemma and didn't know where to hide himself as the sound of footsteps came closer and closer.

He continued to look around but still could not find himself a suitable hiding spot; he tried to squeeze himself with the other two who were under the carriage, but they won't fit. "Whatever..." he muttered as he opened the door of the first carriage and went inside to hide. He kept the door slightly open for him to be able to see what was happening outside. Just like what Kroth had suspected, a group of six warriors just passed by where they are while chatting with each other.

Bakrah smiled victoriously as he had hidden himself in the most comfortable way possible, unlike his comrades who had some dirt on them while hiding. He looked aroused inside the carriage and what he saw made him gulped a mouthful of saliva.

On the far end of the of the carriage, he saw four women sprawled all over the messy bed and they had no clothes covering their bodies as they sleep. Their naked bodies were all fully displayed for him to appreciate. Unconsciously, he started to approach them, but a sudden force grabbed him by his arm and yanked him away from the beauties.

"No... Don't even try... Our mission is more important than indulging yourself and satisfying your lust. Let's go, it won't take long for the other patrols to discover those who we have taken out." Kroth reprimanded his brother as he still had his hands tightly grabbing his brother, who was trying to get back inside the carriage filled with the women that were free to be enjoyed by him.

"Pheeeeewwwwwww....."

The high pitch whistle caught their attention and made them crane their neck upwards. The members of the Fourth Squad of Verakhs looked at each other's faces, then nodded. Their enemies have discovered their dead sentries, which prompted the Twelfth Squad to send out the signal to retreat. Right on time, they could hear massive sounds of hurried footsteps coming their way, which forced them to go into hiding once again.

Kroth pushed Bakrah inside the carriage while continuing a secure hold of his arms, as he didn't want him to try to approach the sleeping women once again and wake them up, which would surely make them scream in fear upon discovering their presence. The footsteps disappeared into the distance. Kroth had his eye out peeking through the slightly opened door as he watched the patrols heading towards the place where they killed the sentries. He was having a hard time continuing in monitoring the movements of the patrols as Bakrah was trying to drag him towards the sleeping women.

"Stop it or I'll report you the chieftain and let him punish you." Kroth threatened, and it was successful as Bakrah finally stopped with his struggling to break free from his hold. After ensuring that the patrols were gone and it was safe for them to come out, he jumped out of the carriage while dragging Bakrah behind him.

They all gathered together as they waited for the orders of their captain. "We need something to distract the patrols and keep them busy. Any ideas?" Kroth muttered as he looked towards the members of squad and finally freeing his hold on his brother. But what answered his question was silence until Bakrah excitedly raised his right hand.

"I have an idea... But it ain't going to be pretty..." he muttered as he grinned mischievously towards his comrades. Kroth turned his gaze to his brother, and he was sure of it. He was up to something no good once again. "Be serious... Our lives are at stake here." he reprimanded.

"Ooh... I am serious alright... Just leave it to me..." Bakrah replied confidently as he sprinted towards the two joined tents at the center of their enemies' camp while making use of the shadows to hide his tracks.

Bakrah signalled for his brother and the other members of the squad to hide, as he could hear the sound of patrols coming their way. He retreated back into the shadows quick enough that the patrols weren't able to notice that he was there; he was lying down on his belly with his face down against the ground. The place where he was at was so dark that you can't make anything out even if you squint your eyes hard enough to look towards where he is at.

The Ereians were quick to pass by where he was at as they don't have the same vision capabilities as the orc in darkness and didn't even bother to look through the pile of horse dung that was piled up where Bakrah was at. Bakrah was trying his best to hold his breath in as the stench of the horse dung around him was assaulting his nose. His luck run out as he was now surrounded by horse sh*t and not something luxurious like where he hid at before.

The Ereian patrols finally went away and Bakrah quickly got up to his feet and sprinted away from the piles of horse dung while still holding his breath in. After distancing himself from that unlucky place, he finally heaved out a heavy sigh and breathed in, but the unpleasant scent was still there. He looked down at his body and gritted his teeth in annoyance; he was covered in sh*t from the chest down and he reeked of it.

Bakrah ignored the foul scent, then crept towards the luxurious tents. He hid himself behind a box and waited for the soldier who was posted near the tents to turn his back at him. His chance was quick to arrive as he moved out from where he was hiding as fast as he can and grabbed the face of the sentry and made sure that his huge palms were covering the mouth of the soldier.

He applied strength on his arms and forcefully twisted the neck of the unlucky sentry, which had his head rotated till he was facing behind him. Bakrah dragged the now limp body to the shadows and looked left and right to make sure that no one was there to alert the others of his presence. He undressed the sentry and left him naked for all to see. Upon seeing the weapon of the soldier that was between his crotch, Bakrah shook his head in pity, as the soldier's weapon was lacking in size.

Using the clothes of the poor sentry that he just didn't kill but also mocked because of his weapon, Bakrah carried the cauldron of fire towards the tent and tossed it towards the tent. The burning charcoals that were fuelling the fire set the side of the tent ablaze and it didn't take long for it to become enormous.

Bakrah grinned triumphantly while revelling at his masterpiece but was quick to snap out of it as the panic screams from inside the tent caught the attention of the patrols and they were headed towards where he was at. He quickly scampered away without looking behind him as he headed towards where his comrades were at but first he stopped by where the fine stallions were kept and freed them from their reins before giving the horses a smacked in their ass*s before continuing on his way towards his comrades.

"You are all now free... Gahahahah..." Bakrah chuckled as he watched the stallions galloping away and destroying some of the small tents that were on their path. Chaos and panic spread out inside the camp of the Ereians as the tent of the two Lords was being engulfed by a monstrous fire and their stallions were wreaking havoc inside their camp.

"I told you to leave it to me..." Bakrah muttered while smiling confidently as he joined his comrades in their hiding place. Kroth just nodded his head at him in agreement then focused his gaze at the movements of their foes, who were flocking towards the tents that were set ablaze.

"Let's go..." he signalled for his squad members and led them to the northern side of the enemy camp to make their exit. They were still making use of the shadows to hide their presence as they watched the panicking soldiers running to rescue their commanders who were still trapped inside the blazing tent.