Rise of the Horde

Galum'nor struggled to his legs after feeling no more resistance from his opponent. He stared down at the now dead Goblin King and spat, "Ptui! Weak...me strong!" he raised his head towards the sky and let out one mighty roar.

While Galum'nor was roaring to the skies, the torrential downpour slowly started to weaken and became a drizzle, then disappeared. The dark clouds in the sky ran away like the huge orc's powerful roar scared them away .

The bright sun peaked behind the dark clouds that were slowly retreating and brought out light to the battlefield. There were corpses everywhere. Limbs were all over the place, arms, legs and even heads.

The muddy ground was littered with body parts, bits or chunks of flesh. Weapons and shields of the fallen, intact or destroyed, were spread all over the place. The murky water puddles that were created by the torrential downpour had blood, both fresh and black, mixed with it.

Gur'kan raised his weapon high in the air and shouted "Victory!!!" as loud as he could. The orc warriors and ogres raised their weapons in the air and loudly cheered in response.

"Victory!!!"

"Awooh!!! Awooh!!! Awooh!!!"

Cheerful and loud shouts filled the battlefield. The trolls also joined in the shouting as they jumped up and down from the rear and cheering at the top of their lungs.

Galum'nor raised his left hand and clutched his bleeding right shoulder with it. Thick steam oozed out of his body, and his right foot buckled as he knelt down on one knee. He was groaning in pain as silent as he could, but his chieftain seemed to even hear his muffled groans.

Xiao Chen crouched down and stared at Galum'nor's eyes with worry "Are you alright!?". To which the muscle head just smiled, then uttered, "Chief, I won." before falling backwards. His back hit the muddy ground with a soft thud and the crimson color of his skin faded away as the steam oozing out from him halted.

The young chieftain knelt beside his brave warrior and put his hand below his nose and felt warm air coming from it and sighed in relief "Good...you 're still breathing."

He stood up and stared at the chest of Galum'nor, which was slowly rising and falling, which ensured him that the muscle head was still alive. Glancing around, he saw his warriors celebrating their victory as they shout their lungs out for a hard earned victory.

*****

Darkness came and engulfed the surroundings, but Xiao Chen's army was still moving around the battlefield. After the initial excitement of winning the battle finally died down, the orcs and trolls were now cleaning up the battlefield. Gathering their fallen comrades and gently lining them up together. The corpses of their enemies didn't receive such treatment as they were thrown like some sort of trash and messily piled up together.

A heavy atmosphere replaced the loud and happy atmosphere. The warriors of Yohan solemnly carried their comrades towards the designated place by their chieftain. They even scoured the battlefield to find the missing body parts of their brothers in arms, turning the battlefield upside down just to complete the corpse of their comrades.

Xiao Chen stared silently at the orderly lined up corpses of his warriors. Among the dead were also wargs and Rhakaddons that were killed during the battle. They contributed to their victory and their bodies should also be honored as warriors.

He glanced behind him and saw Brazan and his kin doing what they do best when they weren't in battle, which was sleeping. The loud snores of the slumbering ogres were irritating him, but he just let them be. They have earned the right to snore away after such a long and tiring battle. The ogres were rolling around the damp ground and paid no heed to what was happening around them nor to the dirt that was sticking to their bodies as they roll around.

Xiao Chen can't help but shake his head in helplessness and just kept his gaze on the corpses of his warriors that were being brought in. The number of casualties was already well over a thousand, but he could see no corpse of troll since they were safely fighting at a distance just shooting the scorpions.

Dug'mhar and his Rumbling Clan went back to where they fought the Screech Demons to bring back his fallen clansmen and also to clean up the previous battlefield. It kinda surprised Xiao Chen that the Rumbling Clan chief didn't do much posing after their victory.

Glancing to his right, Xiao Chen caught sight of Haguk gently petting Sharpfang who had a broken left front leg after being sent flying away by King Jaadul. Haguk had his left tusk broken and few teeth missing. His left cheek also had a cut on it, but he ignored it and focus his attention on his partner.

Galum'nor, well Galum'nor, was sleeping near the ogres at a safe distance away from them since they tend to roll around a lot in their sleep. The muscle head's right shoulder and right calf were all bandaged up with cloth, and the bleeding of his wounds have finally halted after being treated personally by his chieftain.

The scent of flesh being burnt could be smelled as the piled up corpses of the enemy army were set ablaze. Thick smoke could be seen slowly ascending towards the night sky, which was illuminated by the crescent moon that hid from time to time behind the passing clouds.

The corpse of King Jaadul was minced to pieces under Xiao Chen's orders. He wants to ensure that the almost undefeatable enemy is truly dead; he doesn't want to risk it and have the Goblin King resurrect and cause havoc again. With King Jaadul's unbelievable resilience towards any form of attacks, Xiao Chen doesn't want to fight him or anyone like him ever again.

He felt useless and helpless when King Jaadul slaughtered his warriors. Most of the casualties that his army suffered came from the hands of the mighty Goblin King and he felt so thankful towards Galum'nor who tussled with the enemy commander and prevented more casualties on their side.