Rise of the Horde

As the battle continued, the members of the Ereian Royal Army were steadily being pushed back by the Drakhars and the inexperience of the touted best of Ereia finally showed, one after another they fell. A deep frown made its way to the face of Baron Masud as he saw that they were losing in all fronts, their flanks finally stabilized by his own personal soldiers but were slowly being grinded down by the monstrous foes that they were facing and it won't take long before they will finally break apart their formation.

Their center was also being decimated by the outrageously long spears held by the rebellious Ereians as they continuously marched forward with their lethal spears pointed directly at them. He thought that the enemy center would fight defensively basing on their equipment and their formation but he was proven wrong, the wall of spears that their enemies presented to them was actually an offensive formation and not a defensive one.

Spears pointed at their enemies, the Drakhars had no fear in moving forward in a steady face. The only thing that they have to keep in mind was to be level-headed at all times and stay together with their peers. They must suppress the excitement that was welling up within them and prevent themselves from charging forward by their own. Unlike their orc allies who were fighting scattered about along the flanks, the Drakhars were still in one solid formation, standing shoulder to shoulder with their peers as they march along.

Screams of pain and panic sounded along the flanks while the center was filled with groans of frustration from the Ereian Royal Army as they can't find any opening to strike back at their foes without risking themselves being killed first and it also didn't help that the Drakhars were also taunting them endlessly. The initial shoving battle quickly turned into a game of chase with the Ereian center falling back quickly and the Drakhars chasing after them.

They were thankful that their foes lack great mobility or else they would have long collapsed already and fled the battlefield. The commander of the Ereian Royal Army was in a dilemma as his soldiers refused to fill in the frontlines after their peers who were in front of them fell resulting in a more or less four meters space between them and the spearhead of their foes. No one wanted to face against the wall of spears and stand on the forefront knowing that it was suicide. Left with no other choice, the Ereian center refused to engaged their adversaries as they moved back while their foes moved forward.

Baron Masud was no longer feeling great as the battle progressed, his initial confidence was no longer there. He turned his head towards the far east, to where their cavalry headed to attempt a flanking maneuver against their foes. The thought that their cavalry might be able to salvage their current situation gave him a bit of assurance but when his gaze caught sight of the enemy cavalry who were still lazing about at the rear of the enemy lines, his newfound confidence evaporated quickly.

Clouds of dust were soon spotted at the horizon, originating from where their cavalry headed. The baron patiently waited as he squinted his eyes to have a look at what was headed towards the battle. After a few tensed moments, they were finally able to identify the one causing the clouds of dust and the discovery dismayed the Ereians who were holding on for dear life as they try their best to repel the assault of their opponents.

Confusion was written all over the face of Baron Masud as he saw four of their riders heading straight towards them, their appearances were that of those who were clearly worn-out from battle or someone who just survived a great ordeal. They were shouting something towards them but the sound and chaos of battle masked what they were shouting which Baron Masud couldn't understand.

The four riders were finally close enough for the baron to distinguish some of the words that they were shouting, "Retreat!" "Enemy Army!" "No hope!" "Flee!" those are but just some of the words that they were shouting that he could distinguish.

Another cloud of dust could soon be spotted coming from the east and this time it was bigger than the one before. The four riders who were shouting towards the other Ereians turned their heads towards their rear after noticing that their peers weren't looking at them but at something behind them. When they turned their heads, fear gripped their hearts and they beat the shit out of their steeds as they steered off to the south without bothering to report the full details to their commander. They were sure that by fleeing earlier than the others, they could have a higher chance of surviving.

Confused and angry, Baron Masud started shouting profanities at the four riders who refused to meet with him and fled the battlefield.  He was gnashing his teeth but soon he had to stomach his anger as he was finally able to distinguish the one causing the huge cloud of dust. Gripping the reins of his steed tight, he pulled them quickly as he steered his mount towards their camp. Those who were near him were puzzled about his actions.

Many of the Ereians turned their heads towards the east and quickly discovered the enormous beasts who were headed towards them with enemies atop them and running alongside them were trolls who had crazy smiles on their faces as they run through the grains of sand.

All hell broke loose, the Ereians at almost the same time turned and fled from battle. The Skallsers didn't waste the sudden opportunity that was presented to them as they quickly jumped at their foes who were foolish enough to show their backs at them.

Haguk raised his blade into the air and let out one battlecry as he charged forward to join in the pursuit after he saw Dhug'mhar chasing after the fleeing enemies with a happy smile on his face. The Warg Cavalry which remained silent ever since the battle began got rowdy as they all went on the hunt.