Rise of the Horde

The Ereians who were guarding and marching alongside the carriage could hear the shouts of Baron Husani. He was screaming something about him no longer being able to enjoy his life and him being a man is now incomplete.

The guards looked at each other's eyes and they all have the same expressions on their faces. They were laughing at the tragic fate of the Baron, 'Serves you right' they all thought as they silently marched alongside the luxurious carriage. Their exhaustion was somewhat eased a little because of what they were hearing.

The Ereians broke camp and moved away by the orders of Baron Masud, who had to take command of the entire army since his co-commander was not in a good shape to assume command. He was like a wailing child that just had his snacks taken away from him forcefully.

Inside the carriage of Baron Husani, he was staring at their healer, who was inspecting his weapon. "Find a way... Any way... I will give you everything that you desire... Just find a way to remedy it..." he muttered towards the healer who was looking at his wound.

The head of his d*ck was missing as it was cut off when Khao'khen threw one of his blades at him and squarely landed on the head of his shaft and separated it from the rest of it. "Stitch it back if you can... No... You must stitch it back and make it function again..." Baron Husani pleaded.

"I don't think that is just the problem, My Lord." he replied as he watched the Baron's shaft being serviced by his women. No matter what the women did, his shaft remained lifeless, as it perpetually remained soft.

"I can't do anything about this, My Lord... I don't use magic to heal wounds... Perhaps a paladin might be able to help you to return it back to normal with one of their spells for recovery." the healer stated as he bowed down his head since he can't do anything to help the Baron.

"Then what's the use of you being here!? You are useless!" Baron Husani stood up from his bed and pushed away the women that were trying to revive his d*ck and get it up, but to no avail as it was unresponsive to their touches.

"Get out! Get your face out of my carriage and out of my sights! All of you!" he looked towards the women who were also inside his carriage. "Get out!" he shouted as veins started popping out on his neck. The women quickly rose up and scampered out of the carriage. Some of them even fell down on the ground and received some bruises and cuts, but they ignored the pain as they swiftly got back up.

"Excuse me then, My Lord." the healer respectfully bowed to the Baron before heading for the door of the carriage and got off. Sounds of glasses being shattered sounded as Baron Husani took out his frustrations on whatever he could get his hands on.

*****

The Fourth Squad of Verakhs were shadowing the movements of the Ereians. They were a few kilometers away from them as they stalked them. The surroundings were well lit and there was practically almost nothing for them to use to hide to get close to them. That's why they keep their distance. They were only using the clouds of dust to trace where their opponents were.

"Skorno! Prepare your group. I will bring your group with me. Dug'mhar, get your clansmen and our steeds some rest. We will be attacking them again later." Khao'khen barked out his orders when they arrived near their camp. They could see the long serpentine line of their enemies on the move down below, at where they are.

"Yes, mon!" Skorno excitedly shouted as he bolted up to his feet and went to inform to other trolls who were waiting for their chance. Khao'khen got down from his steed and handed its reins to one of the members of the Twelfth Squad, who volunteered forward to take care of his steed.

He headed towards their supply of water and washed his face to replenish himself. A few hours of sleep, that was all he got, but he felt fine and not even a bit drowsy. After washing his face, he felt refreshed, then walked towards the trolls who were fast to assemble.

"Let's go!" he waved his hand as he walked away. The skirmishing trolls followed after their chieftain with excitement plastered on their faces.

*****

A few hours into their march, the Ereians were passing by a place which was littered with huge rocks which slowed down their pace. They shrank their formations to fit through the gaps of the rocks, but little did they know that there were many eyes watching them from behind the rocks.

"Hurl at will!" Khao'khen shouted towards the trolls when he saw that nearly half of the Ereian lines were within the rocks. Javelins soared into the air before landing among the Ereians and impaling many of them.

"Enemies!"

"Battle-lines!"

The small commanders of the Ereian army shouted to warn their comrades. The rain of javelins continued and without mercy, robbed the unlucky ones of their life.

"Trolls!"

"There are trolls behind the rocks!"

"Protect the Lord!"

Shouts came in one after another as the trolls aimed for the luxurious carriages that were easy targets for them to hit, since they were big and easy to hit.

"Don't let up! Hurl as fast as you can!" Khao'khen shouted as he observed the movements of their enemies. They were attacking them on the left flank of their enemies, who started shifting their formations to counter them. The Ereians were facing them with their shields upfront to somewhat deflect some javelins, not really deflect but to catch the javelins with their shields.

"Form up! Moved forward!" the captain of the Ereian Royal Army shouted as his group finally reached the frontline. Their equipment was well suited to defend against the rain of javelins that safely bounced off their iron armors and shields.

The Ereian Royal Army started moving towards the trolls in a tight formation as javelins landed on them but were easily deflected with their shields. Khao'khen waved towards the trolls to stop the attack and led them away. The trolls retreated away without their enemies knowing that they are already gone because of the rocks that were covering their movements.

"They are gone! Captain." an Ereian Royal Army soldier shouted to inform his commander. He turned around but an iron bolt hit him directly in the face, which went through one of his eye sockets. The soldier fell down without a sound and crashed down on the ground face first. And drove the iron bolt deeper into his head and went out of its back.