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Chaos Rising ch 4-5
CHAPTER 4
Thrall, Orc Chieftain,Shaman. The FrostWolf clan leader sat quietly upon Snowsongs back petting her White mane, she had been with him for years and would die for her friend in a second’s moment. A growl grew in Snowsongs throat, “easy Snowsong Furel will be back soon” Thrall whispered into her ear as she leapt into the air catching the face of an elf in her sharp fangs, two more leapt out latching on to Thralls back jabbing there daggers futilely into his dark glowing armor, Thralls massive elbow’s came back sending the elf’s thrashing to the ground, arrows pierced the air bouncing off his armor, Thrall quickly summoned the earth gods powers sending wave’s of earth in all directions breaking the trees amongst themselves sending elf’s crashing to the ground. Snowsong pounced sending her claws thrashing into one and her teeth snapping on to another, Thrall leapt from her back slamming his warhammer on to a fallen elfs head, Thrall stood blood dripping from his hammer, he could feel the bloodlust rising. Two elfs sprinted forward drawing there short blades, the mighty hammer swung once taking both there heads but he caught the bodies using them as shields as arrows rained in, he burst forth charging the elfs with his hammer swinging in an upward arc smacking an elf in the jaw that sent it flying into another, his hammer worked methodically taking one after another jamming a downward crush upon an elf he had pounced on, Snowsong jumped over Thalls back taking an elf jumping from another tree devouring his head right off. Thrall jammed the butt end of his hammer into the stomach of one coming from behind then spun sending a hook that leveled the elf sending it spiraling into a tree. Snowsong slid towards Thrall and he jumped on her back, they flew through the trees and into the tall grass when Thrall turned to see Furel on the giant wolf’s back,
“Shall we go, I have destroyed every soldier in the tower and the women and children have already left, the tower is yours Thrall,” Thrall turned Snowsong and they sped towards the orc encamptment.
“I’m sure I have just killed the last of the elf’s from there as well,” replied Thrall, “it would also be an Honor if you sat at our fire tonight, there will be much to talk about, you have the map?”
“Memorized, that way in case someone comes before our return they will never know what we were after,”
“Well done Furel Wolfsbane, you have just saved our race’s Troll and Orc.”
The fire burned high as The Orc Chieftains, accompanied by Furel Wolfsbane, sat quietly thinking of their next move. Sounds of laughter and cheer could be heard across the valley, as their tribes celebrated the enormous victory, they now finally had a home of their own. But it would not do, Thrall knew they had to free there brother orcs from slavery.
Kilrogg Deadeye staggered out of the darkness, “congratulations are in order, but no warrior may sit at the chieftains fire Furel, so leave!” slurred Kilrogg spitting at Furels feet, before the spit hit the ground Furels blade was under Kilrogg’s chin.
“Calm yourself Furel, we invited him here Kilrogg, his abilities for stealth may have just saved our races,” called Thrall stepping between the two trolls.
“Besides Kilrogg I have business to discuss not involving being drunk, I recovered this from the wizard Zerafaun,” Furel pulled the blue orb from under his clothes. “This orb allows us to summon someone from the dark labyrinth, the place where evil has been banished if they cannot be defeated.”
“I know of this place,” called Orgrim, “it is said none can escape unless summoned, and the one who summons controls the one being summoned, but nothing is clear, the old scriptures were written in old elven tongue and I’m not sure how it works.”
“We cannot allow anyone to possess this,” replied Grom, “we should destroy it before it falls into the wrong hands, there is a reason why those things were put there and that’s where they should stay.”
“It seems to hasty Grom,” said Thrall, “It almost feels like the gods are trying to tell me to keep this like it might be needed, it feels like destroying it might be the wrong thing to do,” Thrall began to pace kicking stones out of his path, “There should be no problem keeping the orb with us, we shall keep it safe and nobody knows we have it with us except us five, so I think before we go ahead and destroy it we should learn more about it first.”
“I should also tell you Thrall,” replied Furel, “the wizards were talking of summoning a Night elf, a powerful Demon hunter,”
“We could summon him Thrall!” Kilrogg said stepping in, “we could use him instead to destroy the humans!?”
You don’t get me yet Troll, I don’t care for destroying the humans, just a home we can call our own and for my brothers to be free, besides we have no idea if we can control this demon hunter or anything else that might escape while trying to summon something, there is too much we don’t know about to just go off using magic we know nothing about. Now enough of this arguing for tonight, let everyone feast and enjoy our victory because tomorrow we set off to save our brothers.”
There path was harsh through the forest that Furel led them through, they had traveled for weeks passing fields and through mountainous ravines, the only thing keeping them going was knowing their brothers would soon be free. Furel easily melded through the dense forest but the legions of orcs and trolls kept them at a slow pace. The generals talked of how the Ninja trolls mind was like its own map not wondering for a second if he was lost or where to go, if the other troll could do away with there stupidity they could have a great Troll general on there side, but they could see the hatred as the other trolls grimaced at the fact they were being led by Furel.
“How much longer?” asked Grom chopping away at vines that were grasping at his legs,
“By nightfall we shall storm the encampment and free our brothers from captivity.” replied Furel.
Clouds darkened the sky and a light rain started to pick up as the internment camp came into view hidden in a ravine.
“Perfect night for an ambush,” whispered Orgrim
“After you” replied Grom
“Please” called Thrall stepping forward, “allow me.”
Chapter 5
Thrall led the charge screaming as he sent a shower of lightning bolts bursting from the sky and crashing into the internment camps walls. Orcs sprinted across the field pouring into the camp but were caught by raining arrow’s as the archers rallied against the first wave of screaming death. DoomHammer grabbed a hold of the young ninja troll tossing him to the archers tower, a few of the guards seen the troll flying through the air and turned to attack but dropped dead with throwing stars caught in their throats. Furels black sword came loose as he landed, the blade was a blur as one soldiers hand came off like butter as Furels foot came across the man’s neck, Furel dropped his foot to the man’s shoulder and used it to spin around leveling his other foot into another man’s skull. Furel hit the ground moving, back flipping onto one mans shoulders, he twisted snapping the man’s neck with his feet. Several archers turned and let loose with their remaining arrow’s, Furels blade moved with ease, cutting the arrow heads from the shafts and sending them back through the eyes of the men who shot them. “Looks like you’re the last one “ Furel called as he walked towards the last man alive cowering in the corner,
“Most soldiers are taught not to fear death? “ Furel said grabbing a hold of the man’s shoulder, the man laughed as his hand shot out with a dagger speeding towards Furel’s neck.
DoomHammer clothslined a charging soldier as he threw Furel into the archer’s tower, the man back flipped and landed chin first into the dirt. DoomHammer’s fists flew sending soldiers flying into other soldiers bloodied and lifeless. Grom flipped over DoomHammer landing with his axe planted in a knight’s forehead, DoomHammer ducked as Grom spun sending his axe flying over DoomHammers head and sticking into a Paladins chest. Grom was smaller for an Orc but faster, his rage and fury more then made up for strength as he slammed a hook into one soldier while ducking another’s sword slash, his foot came around landing on the mans knee sending bone through the back of the man’s leg, Grom leaped with the momentum landing atop the still standing paladin and wrenched his axe free screaming with all his might sending soldiers fleeing.
DoomHammers grizzled laugh sent chills down the knight’s backs as they surrounded him, Doomhammer let the chains that were wrapped around his hands and wrists unravel to the ground, he slashed his hand out and the chain whistled as it burned through the air, ripping through armor and flesh alike. He was a one man army as body’s split and flew through the air, DoomHammer whirled in a blood soaked circle as heads were taken from bodies, he took out a horse’s legs and as the knight spun through the air his other hand snapped tearing the man in two. DoomHammer felt the wind leave him as he crumbled to the ground from the warhammer that took him from behind; he turned to look into the fiery eyes of a Paladin before darkness took him.
Two spirit wolves burst through the door as Drade FrostMourne’s blade came down slashing through one’s neck, he back stepped as the other leaped at him giving him the room he needed to pierce the heart, the wolf’s both burst into flame and dissipated just as an Orc burst through the side of the wall, it was the biggest Orc he had ever encountered, since the first war he had killed hundreds of Orcs but none like this. “Where are the Orc’s human!” Thrall boomed,
“You speak English? This I have never seen before!”
“Well consider it the last time you see anything unless you tell me where my brothers are, you are obviously the one in charge and if you don’t answer me now I will feed you to the Trolls!!”
“I don’t think you know who I am Orc! I am one of the ten founders of the Blood Cross guards, I am not one to be ordered around by a single Orc!”
“Human you try my patience!!” Thrall roared as his war hammer began to glow white,
“An Orc who speaks English and is also a Shaman, now I’m very curious” Thrall spat as his hammer came swinging down but stopped short in his hands as Drade’s Black and red armor glowed with power. “You fool, magic is nullified by a Blood Cross guards armor, you are helpless Shaman and now it’s time to introduce you to the true power of the Blood Cross guard.
Furel twisted his body but caught a glancing slice as the dagger pierced by, his hand snapped out grabbing the soldier’s neck in one hand and using his other grabbed the man’s hand. Furel rolled to the ground bringing his leg over the mans head locking with the other foot and had the mans arm tightened in an arm bar. The snapping sound made the soldier scream for mercy,
“Now you will tell me where the slaves are hidden or I will snap every bone in your body and believe me I know how!”
Doomhammer eye’s slowly opened as he saw the Paladin’s hands come up, he felt the bloodlust raging through his body and he used it to roll to the side barely evading the warhammer that crashed to the ground causing the ground to shake. As he rolled his hand whipped sending the chain snapping at the Paladins face, the giant of a man dropped back in time saving his eyes. Doomhammer was up wrapping the chains around his hands and as the Paladin rushed in swinging his hammer at Doomhammers gut, Orgrim dove to the left sending a backhand that shook the man’s jaw, his left hook took the man to the ground as the Paladin tried for a futile swing of his hammer. Orgrim unwound the chains and whipped his right hand out wrapping the chain around the Paladins leg, he spun in a circle gaining speed as the Paladin cried out, when he released the Paladin sped through the air smashing into a barn, causing it to collapse around him, Doomhammer laughed to himself as a group olf trolls ran to the rubble and set fire to it.
Thrall stepped back in shock, his warhammer fizzled as the lightning left his weapon, his shamanistic skills were useless here against the armor Drade Frostmourne wore.
“Why not give up now shaman? your powers are useless and you have no chance against a general of the Blood cross guard, our blades are coated with the blood of black dragons, its like acid to the touch orc, one slice and your helpless” Drade laughed.
“I am never helpless human!!!” screamed Thrall slamming a fist into the mans stomach, Thralls other fist came around aiming for the mans face but Drade had already rolled with Thralls first blow and came up under the orc with an uppercut.
“you’ll have to do a lot better then that human, this battle is over, we have won this day the orc slaves will be free!” spat Thrall hefting his hammer above his head and smashing it into the floor causing the floorboards to splinter everywhere, Drade was already in the air bringing his sword down aiming for Thralls skull, but the air left him as Thralls hammer caught him in the stomach in mid flight, Thrall twisting with his hammer pinned in the man’s stomach crushed him to the ground.
“Aaaarraahhhh!!!!!” screamed Thrall as Drade had caught a glancing slice under Thralls eye, the acid burned at the skin as Thrall staggered back unable to see. Drade stumbled to his feet in pain, if not for the mystic armor he wore he would be dead for sure,
“And now orc you shall witness why we are called the blood cross guard!” Drade took the blood red cross hanging from his neck and opened the top, “you see orc these special crosses are filled with the blood of orcs, and when drank endows the person the same bloodlust powers of the orc, the more powerful the blood of the orc the more powerful you become, I want your blood orc and I will take it!” Drade yelled drinking from the cross, Thrall strained to see the human as Drade screamed with fury trying to control the bloodlust, Thralls vision cleared a little as he caught the blood red eye’s of Drade Frostmourne before the blade caught him in the stomach sending Thrall slamming against the wall, thankfully the blade hadn’t pierced Thralls powerful dark armor, Thrall reached for Drade’s throat but caught air as Drade ducked under his hands and sent his sword into Thralls back, the blade pierced sending an acid burn throughout Thralls back. Thrall fell to his hands and knees from pain but went with the fall jutting his foot out catching Drade in the knees, the human crashed to the ground with Thrall dropping his sword. Drade lunged for Thrall jamming his finger into the slice below Thralls eye, Thrall burned with rage as pain seared through his body, no mere human had taken this much out of him in a fight, Thrall pushed his left hand into the man’s face lining him up still straining to see properly and with his right leveled the man with a hook that sent the man flying through the air crashing into a table, Thrall staggered to his feet his sight slowly returning, looking for his hammer he had lost in the fight, the man should be dead from a blow like that to the head he thought to himself, but as he turned to look for the man’s body he was shocked to see the man standing with blade in hand.
“Time to die orc” screamed Drade as Grom Hellscream burst through the door, “we will meet again orc I will have your blood!!!” spat Drade as he turned and burst through the window,
“After him!!” screamed Grom
“He’s gone!” yelled Thrall, “besides we have won this day and I need to rest” laughed Thrall, “I owe you one blood brother”
“Call it even blood brother”
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