Rise of the Horde

The sun that finally started to reveal its true glory to the world hung by the sky up above as it witnesses two long lines at the land below which are slowly moving towards each other. Baron Masud had was wearing a confident smile on his lips as he watched the organized movement of the Ereian Royal Army who were with him but when he turned his sights to the flanks, he can't help but frown a bit as he saw some of the soldiers slowing down in their march, probably scared of clashing with their foes head on.

The Skallsers continued on shouting as they marched forward in a steady pace as they matched the pace of the Drakhars who was moving slower than them because they cover lesser ground with each step that they took unlike them. The Warg Cavalry stayed still at where they are for in this battle, they would only be spectators less something pops at that needed their meddling.

"Spears!" Zaraki shouted when they were a hundred meters away from their enemies. They weathered through the sporadic rain of arrows that the Ereians were unleashing upon them but with the equipment that they have, less than ten of them were killed after unluckily taking arrows at lethal vital spots, most in the eyes and neck.

The wall of spears that was presented by the Drakhars didn't scare off the Ereians as they noticed that the marching pace of their enemies became slower after they lowered their spears to the front. An enemy with low mobility was a great target to the tactic that the Ereians were used to employing which was to swarm them from all sides to overpower them.

After which felt almost like an eternity to the Skallsers who were matching the slow pace of their allies which became even slower as they executed their fighting formation, the long-awaited clash finally happened. Unlike the Ereians who were hesitating in jumping at their enemies and possibly dying quickly, the Skallsers showed no such thing as they readily jumped at their enemies.

The orcs surged forward like a flood and quickly entangled themselves with the closest enemy. They were fighting more than one enemy at a time but instead of nervousness, they felt excitement as their desire for bloodbath intensified as they slew their first victim.

The flanks of the Ereians were slowly being overpowered by the orcs as they continued to charged forward.

"Reinforce the both flanks! Don't let them through!" Baron Masud shouted after noticing that their flanks were slowly losing ground and their enemies are diving inside their battleline. The normal soldiers were no match against the battle prowess of the orcs but a few Ereians were smart enough to work together in groups to bring down their enemy. Around the battlefield, you can find an orc being surrounded by more than five humans and sometimes even a dozen of them as the battle progressed.

At the center of both armies, the battle was intensifying but the process of fighting was totally lackluster compared to the flanks. The fight between the Drakhars and the Ereian Royal Army was mostly composed of shoving each other while thrusting their spears forward whenever there was a chance but the Ereians were at a great disadvantage because their enemies had a longer reach than them. Before a member of the Ereian Royal Army could strike at their foes, they would be long exposed against four or more spears of their enemies.

After the personal soldiers of Baron Masud that reinforced both flanks finally stabilized the situation and managed to stall the orcs who were crazily jumping at them with no regard for their safety. The Ereians felt that the orcs were totally insane as they fight with more vigor for each wound that they received.

Before the Ereians could take down an orc, a few of them would fall first amounting close to a dozen or sometimes more than a dozen. The shoving contest that was occurring at the center of the battle was slowly going in favor of the Drakhars as their longer spears proved to be very effective against their counterpart who had no choice but to focus on defensing themselves with their shields less they want another hole to be added into their body.

Casualties on both sides were slowly piling up but the Ereians were clearly losing. Baron Masud's confidence slowly waned as the battle continued and he was also worried about the enemy cavalry that were yet to join in the fray.

Far into the distance, away from the battlefield, the Ereian Cavalry that were tasked by Baron Masud to flank their enemies encountered a far bigger trouble than their peers who were currently engaged against the Drakhars and Skallsers. Faerush seemed to have forsaken them as they were faced with a huge army that even their main army wouldn't be able to handle.

Khao'khen gave out one heavy sigh as the iron bolts took flight in the air before impaling both animal and human into the ground as they fled away with the trolls not far way from them, hot on their tails while releasing javelins whenever they feel that their targets were within their range.

"Shouldn't we stop them, chief?" Sakh'arran question turned his gaze towards their chieftain who was watching the trolls go on a rampage with helplessness in his eyes.

"Let them be… Our ancestors might have listened to their complains and led those poor souls to us." Khao'khen said as he continued the trolls kicking up dust as they pursued their fleeing enemies. The enemy cavalry seemed to be in luck as the trolls weren't accustomed to running on a sandy terrain as they were slower than how they were on solid ground.

"Change directions… we will be heading towards the battlefield since our enemies would be surely informed of our presence." Khao'khen commanded before turning around and headed towards where his steed was at.

"As you command, chief." Sakh'arran responded before heading out to inform the rest of the Yohan First Horde of the change.