Chapter 74
Chapter 74
Chaos was all over the place, as the orc infantry do their best to keep up with their rampaging ogre allies. Chunks of flesh and black blood came flying everywhere. Whenever the ogres swung their merciless maces, they would tear apart a poor corrupted creature and rain down bits of flesh and black blood.
“Keep up!”
“Push!”
“Strike!”
“Restore!”
Commands kept coming in as the orc infantry pushed their way through the thick line of corrupted creatures. Iron bolts from the rear kept on raining down on the battlefield as they impale those unlucky ones to be standing in their path. The swooshing sound of the iron bolts as they sail through the air was like an announcement of the death of those that were on their path.
Xiao Chen’s breathing became ragged, his arms became sore and his body covered in bits of flesh and black blood. His armor and shield didn’t do well in shielding him from the bits of flesh and blood that were splattering all over the place. The battle horns sounded as the frontline of the orc infantry gave one might push and drove away the foes that stood in front of them, repelling them back a few steps away.
Xiao Chen and his allies, who were at the forefront, stood sideways after giving their foes a powerful push with their shields. It created gaps in the frontline as the orc infantry stood sideways. And in those gaps came a fresh wave of orc infantry that crashed against the corrupted creatures that came charging in.
Xiao Chen breathed a sigh of relief as he finally can get a breather as he makes his way at the rear of the orc infantry formation. The fresher ones who were itching to join the fray waited patiently for their turn. The battle line mustn’t be broken or everything will be in total disarray. They must not let their foes come within their formation or else they will be having a hard time fighting them.
The young chieftain stretched his sore arms and moved to massage his aching muscles. He watched over his warriors who were, despite being outnumbered are overpowering their numerous foes, who knew no strategy.
The trolls at the far rear were having a great time firing the scorpions, for they didn’t have the need to take aim. They just load the iron bolts and released as fast as they can. With how numerous their enemies are, they don’t have to aim properly and for sure the iron bolts would always take an enemy with it. They just have to make sure that they angled the scorpions just right to avoid hitting their own allies.
“I killed fifty already!”
Gur’kan declared proudly as he smiled towards Trot’thar who was still busy throwing anything that he could get his hands on. Even helmets and rocks were being thrown by him.
After throwing a wooden club that he just past picked up, Trot’thar glanced at the proudly smiling Gur’kan, “Sixty one!” He picked up a rock and threw it towards a goblin that lunged towards the frontline knocking it down towards the ground as the rock shattered to pieces, “Sixty two!” He grabbed a broken sword and hurled it towards a hobgoblin that managed to break through the frontline slightly, the broken sword embedded itself on the hobgoblin’s head right between the eyebrows “Sixty three!”. Trot’thar stared at Gur’kan, who was scratching his head at what his ally was doing. “Were you counting?” he questioned as he grabbed a head of a battle-axe and hurled it towards a screaming goblin that was charging towards the wall of shields “That’s sixty four” he glanced towards Gur’kan with a smile on his lips.
Galum’nor was in the thick of the battle as he followed after the rampaging ogres. He had long abandoned his shield, which was broken to pieces after using it too many times to bash his opponents. The sheer power behind his strikes was something not to scoff at as pummeled corpses were left behind in his trail of slaughter.
A stabbing sword in one hand and an iron spear in the other. The muscle head kept moving forward just right behind the ogres and fought in the same manner as them. Crushing those whoever were foolish enough to get within his weapon’s range. Kicks and headbutts were incorporated in his repertoire of attacks whenever both his weapons are busy dealing with other enemies.
A giant blob of flesh came flying in towards him. It was an obese hobgoblin whose bulging stomach made waves as his body shook. Galum’nor stared at the enormous blob of flesh that came his direction, his right arm gripped the spear’s shaft tightly as he brought it behind his back.
His veins became more apparent as his muscles bulged. He swung the spear as hard as he can towards the foolish Goblin King that came flying towards him. A resounding smack sounded as he batted the Goblin King away towards the ogres. Galum’nor snorted before resuming on his rampage, smashing and crushing those that were within his range.
Brazan was happily smashing left and right with his maces, which were already covered in dried blood and bits of flesh, there were even some white gooey stuff that covered the head of his maces but he ignored it all and just kept on smashing. He was happily moving around the battlefield looking for preys when an enormous shadow caught his sight. He strained his eyes and saw a huge, fleshy creature coming his way. A smile formed on his lips as he joined his two maces together. Gripping both maces with his two hands, he prepared himself. His posed was just like that of a batter in a baseball game, waiting for the ball to be pitched.
He patiently waited and swung hard with all his strength when his target was only a few inches away from him. It was a solid hit as the huge, fleshy creature that came flying towards him flew in the other direction. He stared at his target, that took flight, higher than when it came. A satisfied smile was etched on his lips as he skipped around the battlefield to resume hunting his preys.
Xiao Chen witnessed the Goblin King flying all over the place and batted away like a baseball by Brazan and Galum’nor. He shook his head as a wry smile crept up to his lips. He had rested long enough to return back to the frontline and join back in the fray.