Rise of the Horde

"Chief, there are enemies on the move towards the center of the battlefield." Fukarr informed Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen and his commanders quickly made their way to the frontline of the formation. The orc infantry parted their tight formation as the chieftain and the commanders made their way through them.

"Trot'thar, what do you see?"

Xiao Chen asked his commander who had the longest eyesight among them. The only thing he could make out while staring at their enemies who are on the move are vague silhouettes.

"I see hobgoblins, chief. A dozen of them and one bigger hobgoblin with a crown on its head." Trot'thar reported as he stared at his chieftain. He rubbed his eyes many times and checked on their enemies again and again, but he sees the same thing no matter how many times and hard he rubs his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Chen asked in confusion as the actions of Trot'thar puzzled him.

Trot'thar scratched the back of his head."Nothing chief. I was just trying to make sure that my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. They seem to want to talk."

Xiao Chen stared at the vague silhouettes and the distance and spent a few moments contemplating whether he should try to communicate with their foes. He stroke his chin while thinking. "Gur'kan, Fukarr, Draegh'ana, Galum'nor,and Haguk come with me. And Haguk, choose some of your swiftest warriors, twenty of them will do."

The young chieftain uttered as he walked with large strides towards the delegations from their enemies. Behind him were his commanders, and the chosen warriors of Haguk from the Warghen Clan.

"This is King Jaadul, King of the Goblins. Chosen by the Queen of Screams as her representative before going south to deal with some personal matters." A hobgoblin that seems to be the minister of the King of Goblins shouted.

Xiao Chen observed the Goblin King, Jaadul from head to toe. The Goblin King was a massive piece of flesh like an overly obese person. His bulging stomach was totally out of proportion, or you can say, impossible to be attained compared to its thin and bony legs. On top of its head was a crude looking worn out crown that was rusting in some places.

"We are here to discuss your surrender." The minister hobgoblin smiled as he stared at the young chieftain and his companions while proudly stretching both his arms out. "Better surrender before our army descends upon you."

Fukarr spat on the ground and stomp a few times and pointed his battle-axe towards the minister hobgoblin. "Surrender? How about, I cleaved that head of yours open and fixed that rusty brain of yours? That is, if you have one."

"Insolence! You dare threaten the King's minister in front of him." A hobgoblin general shouted and lunged at Fukarr with his giant blade.

The hobgoblin warrior smirked at his target. He was sure that his enemy will surely suffer, but a shadow suddenly descended upon his face. It was a hand. Galum'nor intercepted the lunging hobgoblin in midair and caught his head with his right palm. He slammed the hobgoblin to the ground, hard.

Cracks appeared on the ground, where Galum'nor slammed the head of the warrior hobgoblin. The Goblin King stared at the massive frame of Galum'nor with sparkling eyes.

He brought both his hands forward and proceeded to make grabbing motions towards the direction of Galum'nor all the while drool was flowing from the corner of his lips.

Gur'kan noticed the strange behavior of the Goblin King and approached his big friend and whispered. "Look at that. The Goblin King seems to be interested in you. He is drooling and can't wait to have you in his embrace."

Galum'nor glanced towards the Goblin King and caught sight of him licking the corner of his lips while looking at him. The Goblin King winked at Galum'nor while making grabbing motions in his direction.

A terrible memory suddenly popped up in Galum'nor's brain, the time when he was molested. He shouted towards the sky with pure anger and charged at the Goblin King. "I am only interested in females."

The muscle head crashed through the dozen hobgoblins who tried to stop his charge and protect their King. The angry orc went on a rampage and tossed all the other hobgoblins out of the way.

"Cripple or disable them but keep them alive." Xiao Chen shouted as he gripped his spear tightly and charged forward, whacking his first victim in the head with the shaft of his spear with all his strength, sending the poor hobgoblin to sleep.

Galum'nor kept pounding on the Goblin King with anger. The ground under the poor King caved in a few inches already because of the muscle head's continuous strikes. Galum'nor grabbed one of the Goblin King's legs and spun round and round before throwing him towards his army.

Dust of clouds was kicked up as the Goblin King crashed hard in front of its army, who stared blankly at what just happened.

Xiao Chen smiled wryly at what just happened and quickly ended the lives of the disabled hobgoblins. He thought that he could finish all his missions in one go, but the incensed Galum'nor seemed to have other thoughts and threw away the Goblin King.

"Get ready for battle." Xiao Chen shouted as they ran back with fast and large strides towards where their allies were at.

Angry screams echoed from the enemy battle line as the Goblin King stood up after regaining his bearings. He was angered by the fact that he was just thrashed around and humiliated in front of his army.

"Brazan, to your formation." Xiao Chen waved towards the ogres as they slowly made their way to the front line. He guided where the ogres should be at as they formed. Right behind the ogres were the orc infantry who had an increasing length of battle line as they were further away from the ogres.

Dug'mhar and his Rumbling Clan rode away and separated themselves from the main army. The huge Rhakaddons kicked up a lot of dust as they departed, and the ground was trembling at their sheer weight as they passed by.

Xiao Chen's army was formed like a triangle with the ogres spearheading the massive triangular formation. They marched slowly towards their enemies and followed the slow rhythm beating of the war drums from the battle band.