Rise of the Horde

After ensuring that the enemy's right flank was totally destroyed. Haguk stared at his clan chief friend, who was enjoying his time very much. The showoff Dug'mhar kept on flexing his muscles after every enemy that he takes down.

Haguk and his clansmen regrouped themselves and rested for as much as they can. The battle isn't over yet. They still have enemies on the other side, being kept busy by the young chieftain and his warriors.

The enemy's right flank was no more. Dug'mhar dismounted from his Rhakaddon in a forward somersault before posing infront of Haguk. "Hah! I killed almost a thousand already. An almost perfect victory for the perfect me. Have you seen how perfect I slaughtered these dum creatures. They were no match for the perfect me. I spilled not even a drop of my blood. A perfect way to battle for the most perfect warrior. That is me, the most perfect of the perfects."

Haguk snorted in annoyance and just petted the head of his warg, Sharpfang and ignore his friend who was showing off, again.

At the rear, Gliobs strained his eyes to look at the battlefield before bellowing towards his kin. "Kip dem coming, mon. Wi still ave many targets tuh kill."

The trolls were having a great time, killing enemies in the distance with no worries. They didn't have to stand face to face with their foes in order to kill them. The weapons that they are operating were capable of doing the killing for them without exerting too much effort.

"Push!"

"Strike!"

"Restore!"

Sakh'arran's voice started to crack after shouting commands now and then. His throat was already dry after such a long time. He raised his head up towards the sky and opened his mouth and let the raindrops land within his mouth. He sighed one heavy sigh, then observed the progress of the battle. They were already in a very helpful position as the enemy right flank was no more and only their left flank remained.

"A bit more! Keep moving forward." He bellowed as he stabbed his sword towards the corrupted ogre that was charging at him. He stumbled a few steps back after the impact of the corrupted ogre's charge, but he returned quickly to fill up the gap in the battle line.

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King Jaadul glanced left and right and saw his army being slowly defeated. They were loosing and his army's number was already not even half of what they used to be. He was even more incensed by the fact that he was sent flying too many times and crashing all over the place.

He grunted in annoyance and grabbed a corrupted goblin that was making its way beside him. Opening his mouth to proportions that was impossible for his small mouth, a sharp set of teeth was displayed as he chomped down on his underling.

He grabbed more of those that tried to make their way to the frontline beside him and feasted on their bodies, chomping on them noisily as black blood and bits of flesh covered his face and body.

The already vast size of King Jaadul slowly increased as he continued eating his underlings. His already bulging stomach bulged even more as he feasted. The short frame of his body grew bigger and bigger.

Galum'nor charged forward towards the biggest foe that he could get his sights on. He deemed the small goblins unworthy of his attention as he just trampled through them. Speeding forward, he charged towards the Goblin King who was slowly gaining size. Its height was almost the same as the muscle head already.

Galum'nor lowered his right shoulder to ram through the Goblin King and send it stumbling back before having it under the mercy of his weapons. He rampaged his way through and rammed the Goblin King with his right shoulder, but contrary to what he expected, the Goblin King didn't stumble backwards nor moved from where he stood.

The muscle head Galum'nor was the one sent flying after trying to ram his shoulder against the bulging stomach of the Goblin King. He did no damage at all except causing ripples at the enormous stomach of King Jaadul.

The Goblin King stared at Galum'nor, who was repelled by his stomach and drool started dripping from the side of his lips. He threw away the corpse of the corrupted orc that he was feasting on and made his way towards where Galum'nor landed with heavy steps. Each step that he took caused ripples to appear in his enormous stomach.

Galum'nor shook his head, trying to reorient himself after the confusing result of his charge. He slowly got up to his legs and caught sight of the enormous amalgamation of flesh that was heading his way. Fearless and slow in the head, he gripped his weapons tighter and charge forward once again, already forgetting the fact that he was just sent flying by the same creature after attacking it with the same attack.

Like a rubber ball, Galum'nor was repelled again and sent flying back after crashing against the stomach of the Goblin King. King Jaadul made grabbing motions in front of him with both arms stretched forward as drool kept dripping from his mouth.

Galum'nor was about to stand up when something grabbed his right leg. He stared down and caught sight of the Goblin King grabbing his foot with both hands and pulling him. The muscle head threw his spear at the Goblin King but his weapon just bounced away and flew in another direction after hitting its target.

Gripping his sword tightly, Galum'nor waited for the right moment. The Goblin King was now well within his striking range and with both hands he gripped his sword and delivered a powerful stab. But it was all for naught. His sword bounced off the flesh of the Goblin King and the recoil of his strike took a toll on his hands as his gripped loosened, sending his sword flying away from his hands.

The Goblin King opened his mouth wide and chomped down on Galum'nor's calf, which earned him a powerful howl of pain that echoed all throughout the battlefield.

Galum'nor kicked the face of the Goblin King with his other leg. "Let go! That hurts! Let go! I am not food!" The muscle head kept on trying to kick his way to freedom from the jaws of the drooling Goblin King.